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The smile on Zhuang Wenxue's face disappeared instantly.

He looked at Lu Qingye blankly, opened his mouth and lost his voice for a moment.

In all his years of living, he has never seen anyone greet him like this, and he sounded particularly cautious and panicked.

Zhuang Wenxue looked at Lu Qingye as if he was asking: Is your lover okay?

"I forgot to introduce you that my wife is a Chinese medicine doctor. Her medical skills are pretty good." Zhuang Wenxue was stunned by Lu Qingye's simple words.

Zhuang Wenxue was surprised: "Why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"

Meng Wantang stood nearby and listened, and seemed to understand that this might be the unit Lu Qingye had been in before.

Even if it wasn't him, he still had a close relationship with the person in front of him. Those people must have heard the legend about "her" before.

"It's not a big deal, there's no need to talk about it." Lu Qingye said it calmly.

Zhuang Wenxue: "..."

Good guy, I was tricked by this kid.

"Since you have a physical problem, let my wife take a look at it for you." Lu Qingye knew that as long as Meng Wantang opened her mouth, she meant to treat other people's illnesses.

Meng Wantang turned her head and glanced at Lu Qingye, then showed a gentle smile to make herself look amiable.

Gou Sheng complained about her every day at home, saying that she had a cold face and that when she went out, the children were scared to death of her.

Meng Wantang thought it was because she was fierce and had a bad reputation that the children were afraid of her. It took a long time because she was too aloof.

She also found that when she was treating people, whether in the health center or at their home, those people seemed to be quite afraid of her.

Fortunately, she thought others respected her medical skills.

"Mr. Zhuang, does your waist often hurt? And has your leg been injured before? It hurts so much every time it's cloudy and rainy?"

Zhuang Wenxu's eyes widened when he heard this.

"how do you know?"

"Of course I can tell. When you moved just now, your leg was a little unnatural." Meng Wantang explained.

Zhuang Wenxue gave a thumbs up to Lu Qingye: "Okay!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Qingye.

"Okay, if you have anything to say, go ahead and say it."

Zhuang Wenxue nodded hurriedly and turned sideways, letting the two of them go in first.

"Yes, yes, yes, don't stand at the door. Go in and tell me in my office."

The reason why Zhuang Wenxue and Lu Qingye have such a good relationship is not only because the two were once superiors and subordinates, but also because Lu Qingye once saved two lives of Zhuang Wenxue on the battlefield.

They have a life-long friendship, and their relationship is naturally different from other people's.

Meng Xun and Zhuang Wenxu have known each other since they were young, and they grew up in the same compound.

At first, both of them were very optimistic about Lu Qingye.

No one expected that Lu Qingye would become Meng Xun's son-in-law in the end.

What do you mean by coincidence?

When they arrived at the office, Zhuang Wenxue sat on a chair. Meng Wantang directly opened the medicine box he had brought, took out the pulse pillow and placed it on the table, asking Zhuang Wenxue to put his arm on it.

"It's better to check it first. I have an idea in my mind. If there is anything missing, I can write it down. Before we leave, you can have someone buy it back. If you have some here, that would be better. "

Meng Wantang was still very busy, he felt Zhuang Wenxue's pulse as he spoke.

After checking the pulse, she looked at Zhuang Wenxue's waist again: "If you don't take good care of your waist injury, it will be a big problem in the future. It will be difficult to stand up in the future."

This time it was Lu Qingye's turn to be stunned.

He didn't expect Zhuang Wenxue's condition to be so serious.

"Did your back injury last year?" Although Lu Qingye saved Zhuang Wenxue twice, Zhuang Wenxue was still unlucky and was injured on the battlefield.

The bullet passed directly through his abdomen. If the first aid had not been timely and his life was critical, he might have died long ago.

"It's the injury left at that time."

Zhuang Wenxue sat on the chair indifferently. If you look carefully, you will find that his arms were very strong when he sat down and his movements were a little stiff.

"Didn't you find someone to take a good look at your situation?"

Lu Qingye asked.

Zhuang Wenxue said with a smile: "Do you think I can stop looking for someone to look at me? I cherish my life so much. It took a lot of effort to get to where I am today, and I definitely want to move up. Unfortunately, my body has been holding me back, and I can't. It’s a matter of methods. If it can be cured, I will treat it long ago.”

"Is it difficult to treat?" Lu Qingye asked Meng Wantang.

Zhuang Wenxue shook his head and sighed, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Maybe it's because I lived too smoothly in the past years, and all my luck was used on the battlefield. The doctors I met over the years said that this problem with me can only be Hold on and take good care of it. If you take good care of it, you will live a few more years. If you don't take good care of it, you will live a few years less. Anyway, I have already lived a long life and don't care about this. "

"Which doctor said this? Do you want him to go back and study hard for a few more years before he comes out to treat people?"

As soon as Meng Wantang's rebellious tone came out, Lu Qingye looked at him excitedly.

Meng Wantang smiled at Lu Qingye: "Although his waist injury is a bit serious, it is not incurable, but it will take a little longer. He needs to take good care of himself. This is true. If he If you cooperate with the treatment, there is absolutely no problem in dying. Of course, if you still want to continue working, that is no problem at all. "

Zhuang Wenxu felt that Meng Wantang was comforting him: "Xiao Meng, you don't need to comfort me. I know what my body is like."

"I'm not comforting you. You know your body very well, and I have more confidence in my medical skills." Meng Wantang took out the silver needle, looked around and asked, "Is there a rest room? If there is a rest room , let’s go over and treat him now.”

Meng Wantang finished speaking and asked silently: "Well, do you want treatment?"

Zhuang Wenxue: "..."

How could he have the nerve to refuse when he was talking about this?

"Let's go to the duty room."

Lu Qingye spoke first.

"Walk."

Zhuang Wenxue was unable to express himself. Although he could not trust Meng Wantang, he could not trust Lu Qingye.

The duty room was not far away, and they arrived soon.

"You lie down on the bed first."

Without Meng Wantang opening his mouth, Lu Qingye already knew how to let Zhuang Wenxue lie down first.

"No, what are you doing?"

Zhuang Wenxu felt very unsure. When he turned around and saw the silver needle in Meng Wantang's hand, his hair stood up immediately.

He swallowed hard and winked at Lu Qingye desperately.

"Are you trying to use me to please your wife? Are you sure your wife really knows how to heal?"