The best miraculous doctor and son-in-law

Ye Xin got out of the car and found that her brother had not come down, so she looked at him curiously.

"What are you doing?" Ye Chen looked at Yang Qianqian.

Yang Qianqian didn't look at him, "Sister, you go back first, your brother and I have something to do."

Ye Xin looked at Yang Qianqian and her brother with some worry on her face. Could it be that her brother and Miss Yang had reached some agreement?

Seeing his sister's worry, Ye Chen gave him a comforting look.

"Don't worry, didn't I tell you? You have to believe your brother."

Ye Xin reluctantly nodded, turned and walked towards the villa.

Ye Chen turned his head and leaned back in his seat, "Tell me, what else does Miss Yang want to do?"

Yang Qianqian looked around and said, "This is not the place to talk. Let's talk somewhere else."

Ye Chen was a little surprised, but he didn't object.

The two walked all the way to Tengyun Group.

Ye Chen didn't speak during the whole journey, and Yang Qianqian was also silent, but there was a blush on her face, and she lowered her head and snickered from time to time.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Ye Chen looked at her with disgust.

"I'm sick, so you have to treat me!" Yang Qianqian raised her head proudly, with a lingering smile on her lips.

When they arrived at Tengyun Group, Yang Qianqian took Ye Chen into the elevator and all the way to her office.

As soon as she entered the office, Yang Qianqian took off her coat on the hanger.

The clothes are sexy and the figure is exquisite.

Ye Chen didn't speak, just stood there and looked at her quietly.

The blush on Yang Qianqian's face became more obvious.

He looked at Ye Chen sheepishly, hesitated for a moment, then took graceful steps and walked to the desk.

Two small hands were pressed on both sides of the desk, and they slowly stood on tiptoes, assuming a seductive posture.

"What are you doing?" Ye Chenxin asked rationally.

"I'm telling you, don't use a honey trap with me. It's useless."

"Although I know you rich people have a lot of fun, but I'm not that kind of person."

Ye Chen said, turned around and opened the door, looking like a thief who had stolen something and wanted to escape.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Ye Chen wanted to open the door, only to find that the door had been locked.

At the door, the secretary took the key and whistled slowly as he left.

Ye Chen was a little confused and looked back at Yang Qianqian in fear.

Yang Qianqian also slowly looked at Ye Chen. At this moment, her cheeks were red, her lips were slightly open, and a strand of hair slowly hung down on her fair face that could be broken with a finger.

Ye Chen stepped back, but could only hit the door.

Ye Chen swallowed, feeling that there must be something else going on.

Sure enough, Yang Qianqian said sheepishly, "What are you thinking about all day long?"

"Um..." But she was very hesitant, "Didn't you hit me before when you were making medicine?"

"Can you give me another shot? To be honest, my headache is gone..."

Yang Qianqian's cheeks were blushing, full of charm.

"Ah?" Ye Chen was even more confused, "What do you mean?"

"Ouch! It's just... I really want to be beaten again."

"Ah?? Miss Yang, it's better to pay attention to your wording." Ye Chen held his forehead.

"After you beat me last time, I felt very relaxed, very awake, and very comfortable physically."

"Besides, it doesn't hurt at that particular time."

Ye Chen held his head and was speechless. He had previously patted her to dredge the blood, but it took some energy to barely open up the blocked blood vessels of this eldest lady.

I don’t know what happened to her when she was a child, but this beautiful girl’s blood vessels were so clogged that it felt like the morning rush hour.

"Ms. Yang, let me explain to you first. I hit you before to stimulate your blood circulation. This will increase the blood supply to your brain and relieve your headache symptoms."

"But this kind of thing, just hit it once, it doesn't mean you have to hit it all the time, do you understand?"

Yang Qianqian's face turned red with embarrassment at what he said, but she remained reluctant.

"I know, I know! But my head doesn't hurt anymore. I think..."

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Chen spread his hands, expressing his difficulty in understanding.

"I want to be beaten!" Yang Qianqian pouted her lips.

Ye Chen remembered that after all, he used his own breath to straighten out her blood.

Ordinary people like this will naturally feel extremely comfortable when they experience it for the first time.

But I have never heard that this kind of thing can be as addictive as Yang Qianqian.

"Do you want it psychologically or physically?" Ye Chen suddenly felt that something was wrong, so it was better to ask clearly.

Yang Qianqian tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Both?"

"I'm asking you……"

"How should I put it... It should be both."

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed. The feeling of the human body is often the most accurate.

It seems that there may really be other problems with her physical condition.

"Then sit down first and I'll take your pulse." Ye Chen rolled up his sleeves and walked to the desk.

Yang Qianqian also found a chair and sat down, stretching out her arms as white as snow.

This is what Haozhi Ningshuangxue is talking about.

But now Ye Chen is only focused on Yang Qianqian's illness and completely ignores other things.

Ye Chen gently put his fingers on Yang Qianqian's wrist and closed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, Ye Chen's mind was like a scanner, constantly scanning the meridians of Yang Qianqian's body.

Ye Chen's brows furrowed in just a moment, "That shouldn't be the case."

"What's wrong?" Yang Qianqian was a little nervous.

Just now, Ye Chen felt at least seven blockages on Yang Qianqian's body.

And Ye Chen had clearly cleared it for him that day.

Seeing his expression, Yang Qianqian was a little happy and stood up lightly.

"I'll just say there's something wrong with my health. Come on, don't you like to be a hooligan?"

Ye Chen was a little unhappy. On the one hand, he thought there could be something wrong with his diagnosis. On the other hand, he couldn't keep making such jokes with this unmarried girl.

"Sit down honestly." Ye Chen pushed her back to her seat.

Then he took out a few silver needles he carried with him. The Nine Turns Divine Needle was not needed at this level.

After a few acupuncture treatments and adjusting her breath, Yang Qianqian felt that the feeling of clarity in the spiritual platform was back.

Yang Qianqian's expression was very comfortable and she actually made a sound.

Ye Chen rolled his eyes, "Can you not make such a sound?"

Yang Qianqian bit her lips tightly, her face flushed with embarrassment.