Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

They know that caring for a sick person, especially one who may be bedridden for a long time, is a burden that they are unwilling to shoulder for no reason, even if they have the best of intentions.

Most of the residents in the courtyards are people who just go with the flow.

They can accept occasional acts of kindness or expressions of sympathy, but caring for a patient for a long time is something completely different.

When talking about the responsibility of caring for a vegetative patient for a long time, hesitation appeared on everyone's face. They knew that such a burden was too heavy for them.

Yang Ming observed their expressions and had an answer in his mind. He knew these people's personalities very well, so he deliberately portrayed the situation as more serious.

However, the truth is that Yi Zhonghai was not a real vegetable. He just fell into a coma due to momentary emotional excitement and the surge of qi and blood.

Even if they didn't take any measures, they just needed to give him some time and he would wake up naturally. But at this moment, Yang Ming took out a pair of exquisite silver needles from his pocket.

"Please help put Mr. Yi on his bed," he ordered. "I need acupuncture.

The technique will help him recover quickly."

Hearing Yang Ming's proposal, everyone felt relieved and quickly carried Yi Zhonghai to the bed in the room. They did not leave, but gathered around curiously, wanting to witness this miraculous medical skill with their own eyes.

Although they had heard rumors about Yang Ming's superb medical skills before, they had never seen it with their own eyes.

Yang Ming was well aware of everyone's curiosity, but he didn't say much. He just began to take out the silver needles in an orderly manner.

He first selected the Fengchi point on Yi Zhonghai's head, and then the key points such as Baihui, Yuzhen, Fengfu, etc.... Soon, Yi Zhonghai's head was covered with dense silver needles, like a pattern covered by needle tips, which made everyone present feel palpitations.

They were worried that Yang Ming's next shot would put Yi Zhonghai in deeper danger, but Yang Ming knew his limits. He didn't really want to hurt Yi Zhonghai, he just wanted him to experience some pain.

The acupuncture he performed was called "Three Tribulations Soul Refining". Although it was not his best technique, it was enough to make people feel unspeakable pain.

Soon, Yi Zhonghai's eyelids began to tremble, and his whole body seemed to be invaded by an invisible force. His body continued to tremble, and sweat dripped from his forehead like beans.

This scene shocked everyone present. They had never seen such a strange scene. Hey, this old man, his condition seems to be quite similar to the legendary epilepsy? Not really.

He was usually energetic, how could he suddenly faint and have such an abnormal condition? However, the people present did not associate this incident with Yang Ming's name. They would never have thought that Yi Zhonghai was experiencing the pain of being cut by a sharp knife at this moment.

The severe pain made his consciousness extremely clear, but his sounds and movements seemed to be restrained by an invisible force. Fear and despair surged in his heart like a tide.

If he could not catch the conversations around him, he would have thought that he had fallen into endless darkness. Even in this situation, the indescribable pain and fear in his heart made him extremely panic. He even lost control of himself and became incontinent. In an instant, an unpleasant smell came from Yi Zhonghai's bed, causing everyone present to frown and look at him with disgust. At this time, Yang Ming also realized the importance of quitting while he was ahead.

If Yi Zhonghai continued to suffer like this, he might really fall into madness. When Yi Zhonghai regained some mobility and slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed, covered in filth, and surrounded by the residents of the courtyard. At this moment, Yi Zhonghai's thoughts were in a mess, and several thoughts emerged in his mind.

Where is this?

How come I'm here?

Should I continue pretending to sleep to avoid this embarrassing situation?

He felt extremely remorseful and would rather remain unconscious at this moment than be discovered in such a miserable state when he was awake.

But he also understood that all this was related to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming!

What on earth did you do to me?

Why did you put me in this situation!

Old man, what do you mean?

Everyone saw it with their own eyes just now. You suddenly fainted and it was suspected that you had a stroke. I rescued you out of neighborly friendship.

Now that you've woken up, you're blaming me?

Yang Ming turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, please judge for me. I have never asked for a penny. I just wanted to save a life, but now I have been misunderstood like this. It is really heartbreaking."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone nodded in agreement.

They had just witnessed Yang Ming's generous rescue, but now they were being questioned like this, which was really puzzling.

This……

The old man is going too far. Isn't this typical ungratefulness? Yes, he should be grateful for saving his life.

In the area of ​​the quadrangle, the noise surged like a tide, the voices were bustling, and all kinds of topics were intertwined.

However, in this bustling sea, an old man, Yi Zhonghai, has become the focus of everyone's attention. He usually believes in mutual assistance, but at this moment, he is accused of being ungrateful.

Yi Zhonghai's emotions were complicated and hard to understand. How could he have expected that a few careless words would cause such a stir? And the root of all this seemed to point to Yang Ming.

If it weren't for him, Yi Zhonghai felt that he would not be in such a predicament. However, Yang Ming seemed unusually calm.

He gently persuaded everyone to give Yi Zhonghai some time to recover and let him reflect quietly here. As soon as this sentence came out, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and people dispersed one after another, leaving Yi Zhonghai alone to face the mess in the room.

Looking at the scattered clothes and sundries, Yi Zhonghai felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. He recalled the cold eyes of everyone when they left, and his heart was even more desolate.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and a mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth and spilled on the worn sheets. In the tavern outside the courtyard, it was a different scene.

Although the tavern has enjoyed new vitality since the public-private partnership, Xu Huizhen has always adhered to the principle of honest business operations and has never sold fake wine mixed with water.

However, as costs increased, she had to start thinking about how to increase revenue and reduce costs.

At this time, Yang Ming gave a suggestion - to open a simple canteen next to the tavern. This proposal made Xu Huizhen's eyes light up. After careful preparation, the canteen opened smoothly.