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Lu Qingye walked over and held down Zhuang Wenxue's head, asking him to lie down.

"Don't look around when you're treating a patient."

Meng Wantang knew that Lu Qingye had a good relationship with Zhuang Wenxue, but Zhuang Wenxue was now a teacher. My identity is different from before. I always have to give others some face.

"It doesn't matter if you move your head, as long as your waist doesn't move."

"I won't move."

While Zhuang Wenxue was speaking, he even glanced at Lu Qingye with schadenfreude.

Lu Qingye had no expression on his face and walked over to give Meng Wantang a hand: "Would you like some disinfectant?"

"Can you get it?" Meng Wantang's eyes lit up.

There was a smile in Lu Qingye's eyes: "I can't do it, but Lao Zhuang must be able to talk."

"What's the point of talking? I also paid for the disinfectant, okay?" Zhang Wenxue is a grown man, but he is very considerate.

It is definitely not easy for someone to reach this position.

"I'm going to get you some disinfectant. Do you want anything else?"

Lu Qingye said and was about to go out.

Zhuang Wenxue was able to stop people: "Do you still need to go? Just ask Xiao Wang to go."

"also."

Lu Qingye waited for Meng Wantang to speak.

Meng Wantang came here this time with plaster. She originally planned to let Lu Qingye use it.

Who knew that Lu Qing would not use it, but would instead be used by Zhuang Wenxue.

"You don't need anything else yet. I'll prescribe a prescription after the acupuncture is finished. Just let him get the medicine by himself."

"also."

Lu Qingye was consistent both outside and at home, and respected Meng Wantang very much.

He turned around and went out to talk to the guard, who went to the infirmary to get disinfectant.

Meng Wantang sterilized Zhuang Wenxue very skillfully, and did not forget to sterilize his precious silver needle before he calmed down and gave Zhuang Wenxue the acupuncture.

Zhuang Wenxue thought this thing was painful, but who knew it wouldn't feel anything at all.

But soon I felt a little sore.

So it was tied up for him?

Zhuang Wenxue felt uneasy.

When he thought that it was really stabbing him, he was not afraid, but he was worried that others would use him to practice.

This cannot be blamed on Zhuang Wenxue.

Who makes Meng Wantang's face look like a reliable doctor?

A bit like Bao Si.

"come here."

Zhuang Wenxue didn't dare to speak too loudly.

"Let's talk if you have anything to say." Lu Qingye stood there without moving, and even found a chair to sit on.

Zhuang Wenxue winked at him desperately and told him to come over quickly.

Does he dare to say it loudly? If Meng Wantang heard this loudly, it would definitely not be good.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? If you feel a little sore, that's normal."

Meng Wantang suddenly spoke and hit on Zhuang Wenxue's little idea at once, causing Zhuang Wenxue to be stunned for a moment.

isn't it?

Does Lu Qingye's wife really have two skills?

"Doctor Meng, your medical skills look quite experienced. When did you start learning it? Could it be a child's skill?" Zhuang Wenxue looked admiring when she spoke, and you couldn't tell how uneasy she felt.

Meng Wantang was surprised. He didn't expect Zhuang Wenxue to guess it.

"It is indeed a child's skill."

She started studying as a child.

When she was young, she went to see a doctor with her family members. Every time her family checked the patient's pulse, she had to go to the doctor again.

The patients didn't mind either, and instead smiled without any sadness.

They usually go out laughing.

If nothing else, this alone makes Meng Wantang particularly proud.

"You actually learned this from a young age! It's really amazing. My younger siblings really hide it."

When I heard that this was a child's skill that I had just called Doctor Meng, and I had been practicing it for more than 20 years, I immediately changed my name to younger brother and sister.

Lu Qingye rolled his eyes at Zhuang Wenxue.

"It's not bad, maybe it's just a matter of influence." Meng Wantang was multitasking. Although she was talking, most of her attention was on the needle in her hand.

If this person was not Zhuang Wenxue, Meng Wantang would not talk to him.

Lu Qingye looked at her deeply.

Confused?

As far as he knew, none of Meng Wantang's adoptive parents were doctors, they were just ordinary workers.

Although she said before that she learned her art from an old man. But the old man didn't take her home to raise her.

Meng Wantang noticed Lu Qingye's gaze, raised his head and asked him doubtfully: "Are you in a hurry? If you are in a hurry, go and take care of you first. I won't be here for a while."

It will take at least half an hour.

This is already her fastest speed. If it were anyone else, it would definitely take a lot of time to get down and back.

"It's okay. I'm just worried that you'll be tired. If you feel uncomfortable, just talk."

Lu Qingye glanced at the time. It took them more than three hours to get here.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Meng Wantang hadn't eaten anything.

He stood up and said, "I'll go to the cafeteria and bring you some food. I won't need you to do anything for a while, so you can take some time to have a meal first."

Meng Wantang agreed very much and said: "You are right, otherwise you may not even be able to eat well if you see someone you don't like later. Eat in advance to conserve your combat power."

Zhuang Wenxue's eyes widened and he couldn't believe that these words came from the mouth of the delicate little daughter-in-law.

His eyes silently asked: "Lu Qingye, your wife looks like a fairy daughter, how come she is more fierce than that tigress when she opens her mouth?"

Lu Qingye ignored him at all.

"You're right. Preserve your combat power so that you can respond in time if there is any emergency. Otherwise, you will be too hungry and have little physical strength, and you may not have time to react."

Zhuang Wenxue was dumbfounded when he heard this.

Hey!

How on earth did Lu Qingye manage to talk nonsense with a straight face.

There is really no flaw at all.

"If there are beans, bring me some beans." Meng Wantang began to order skillfully and asked for a soup.

"Would you like some braised pork ribs? I remember you like to eat braised pork ribs. The braised pork ribs in our canteen are delicious." While Lu Qingye was talking, he walked to Zhuang Wenxue's desk, opened the drawer, and took out the tickets. , "Lao Zhuang treated me to this meal today."

Zhuang Wenxue: "..."

Meng Wantang glared at Lu Qingye funnyly.

Lu Qingye said silently: "An acquaintance."

Acquaintances can’t do this either.

Meng Wantang can't control Lu Qingye.

As soon as Lu Qingye left, the atmosphere in the duty room became very serious. Zhuang Wenxue didn't dare to speak, he just lay there with his eyes closed and pretended to be a corpse.

After Meng Wantang inserted the last needle, she spoke: "Well, it will take a while to remove all the needles."

"Oh, okay, okay, whatever you do is fine, I have no objection." Zhuang Wenxue almost fell asleep just now.

Meng Wantang asked naturally: "Can you tell me specifically what I need to pay attention to?"

Zhuang Wenxu didn't expect that Meng Wantang's ideological consciousness would be so high.

"That woman is a bit dangerous. You should protect yourself as much as possible and don't get too close to her. If something goes wrong, she will treat you as a hostage and may attack you directly."