I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

He Lang was startled, then smiled and said, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"His medical skills are very good, you don't have to try to hide it." Xuan Mingcheng suddenly threw out a sentence, which caught He Lang off guard, and he smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"I don't have any malicious intentions." Yao Wangyou made He Lang less nervous, "It's just that if he has some hidden illness, I need to be very careful when I cook things for him, because I'm used to adding some medicinal ingredients to the soup. If I put it wrong, yes He's in very bad health."

"So that's how it is." He Lang understood clearly, nodded, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Actually, it's nothing, Xiaoyu is in good health, but his stomach always feels uncomfortable, and he can't even eat, just eat it." He also has trouble digesting. He seldom eats the meals made by the chefs in the small kitchen, and the boxed lunches of the film crew are even more unbearable, so I can only find someone to cook some digestible soup for him."

Xuan Mingcheng listened, thinking, no wonder He Lang was so determined to hire a nutritionist for Tianxing, it turned out to be the reason.

It is indeed important for celebrities to manage their body, but there are also various ways. The food you eat can be less, but it must be refined, and at least the nutrition must be balanced.People are iron and rice is steel, filming is a very hard work, and no matter it is a night scene or a martial arts scene, Luo Ziyu never finds a substitute.If it's true what Lang said, Luo Ziyu couldn't eat for many years, so it's no wonder that he had such a bad temper when he was on the set.

"Then what's the reason?" Yao Wangyou felt strange, Luo Ziyu seemed to have no worries about food and clothing, how could he have a stomach problem? "

He Lang sighed and said, "When Xiaoyu was filming, he often didn't eat much for several days because he was on shift."

Speaking of this, Yao Wangyou glanced at Xuan Mingcheng in surprise——is this even possible?

Xuan Mingcheng rubbed his nose, and thought to himself, why is this medicine jar looking at me...

But I'm so handsome, it doesn't matter if I show him a look, how can I be so stingy!Thinking in this way, Xuan Mingcheng adjusted his sitting posture, posed silently, and continued to listen to He Lang.

"It was a short period of time when she was a bit famous. It lasted for nearly a month. Xiaoyu was filming and recording almost non-stop. She didn't even have much time to eat. Even if she had, she would gobble it up." He Lang recalled In the past, his face was a little tired, he raised his hand to wipe his face, and sighed, "Speaking of which, it's all my fault..."

Yao Wangyou seemed to blame himself when he heard He Lang's tone, he pursed his lips and didn't intend to ask any more.

But Xuan Mingcheng said lightly: "There are also some programs that are not authentic."

Yao Wangyou looked at him: "What do you mean?"

"Some programs let artists be tricked, such as throwing you into a pool with ice in winter, or making you drink bitter melon juice or lemon juice. Take your body seriously." Xuan Mingcheng shook his head, obviously disapproving of that approach.

"Bitter melon is cold in nature, drinking it on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach..." Yao Wangyou grasped another point.

Xuan Mingcheng waved his hand. These are the consistent trends in the industry, but different production teams have different grasps. Some grasp it well, will not cause harm to the artists, and the program effect is also perfect.If there is any...

"Xiaoyu is also a child with a temper. Once his stomach feels uncomfortable, he won't eat anything, and I can't hold him back. Later, I thought it was not good, so I started asking someone to cook him something easy to digest." He Lang smiled bitterly. , and said to Xuan Mingcheng and Yao Wangyou, whose shoulders were leaning together at some point, "So when the old man returned home, I was really struggling to find a nutritionist."

Yao Wangyou scratched his head, then turned to look at Xuan Mingcheng.

This guy is also childish.

Xuan Mingcheng looked at Yao Wangyou's expression, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him, thinking that the medicine jar must have spoken ill of him.But it's not right to think about it again, he is so perfect, there is nothing he can criticize.

He Lang smiled slightly as he looked at the two men with swords hidden in their eyes.

The car drove into a high-end residential area, Yao Wangyou looked at the villas all around, tugged on Xuan Mingcheng's cuff, and whispered to him: "This place is not as big as your house..."

Xuan Mingcheng felt very refreshed, and thought it was, but Yao Wangyou's choice of words somehow made him a little uncomfortable, his head stopped turning, and he blurted out a sentence: "Don't you live there too?"

Yao Wangyou was taken aback for a moment, feeling her ears were getting hot again, thinking that she must be on fire, she hurriedly felt her pulse, it was all right...

Qin Zi and He Lang looked at each other, both a little stunned.

Not "your family", could it be "our family"?

"Ahem..." Xuan Mingcheng rolled up the sleeves of his suit jacket, and then rolled back the sleeves, muttering, "The dove occupies the magpie's nest, so I'm ashamed to say so."

Yao Wangyou didn't know what to answer him, so he quickly followed He Lang to the gate with the stew pot in his hand. Xuan Mingcheng followed him unsteadily as he watched his somewhat panicked back.

Yao Wangyou lowered his head to look at the road, his head was dizzy, what did Xuan Mingcheng's words mean just now, why did they sound weird.

After walking a few steps, He Lang suddenly ran forward, Yao Wangyou came back to his senses, and heard the sound of something falling on the ground from the villa.

"Xiao Yu!"

Everyone was shocked when they entered the room.Luo Ziyu was lying on the ground curled up clutching his stomach, his face was pale, his fingertips were bloodless as he scratched the floor.The aunt hired by the family hid aside in fear, not knowing what to do.

"Go get the medicine!" He Lang rushed over to help him up, and anxiously said to the aunt beside him.

Auntie pointed to the ground, and Yao Wangyou saw several colorful pills scattered there.

"What are they here for?" Luo Ziyu pressed his stomach, his face was distorted from the pain, his eyes were narrowed because of the pain, and he stared at Yao Wangyou and his group following He Lang.

He Lang hurried up to help him onto the sofa, and asked his aunt to pour a cup of hot water. Yao Wangyou glanced at him, said nothing, and left with his aunt with the soup.

He found the kitchen, told his aunt to boil the soup and then turn down the heat to a low heat. After simmering for 10 minutes, he could serve it out. Then he turned and went back to the living room. He saw Luo Ziyu sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a sullen face, and He Lang looked embarrassed.

"Pharmaceutical jar, they issued an order to evict guests, and you put a cold ass on your hot face." When he returned to the living room, Yao Wangyou listened to Xuan Mingcheng's words.

Xuan Mingcheng leaned against the wall, raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, thinking that Luo Ziyu didn't know what to do.

Yao Wangyou looked over, Luo Ziyu's eyes were fixed on the floor, although he tried hard to look less vulnerable, but the hand on his stomach and the lips without a trace of blood still revealed how serious his stomach pain was .

"Get out." Seeing him standing still, Luo Ziyu said coldly.

Yao Wangyou walked towards him and said, "I'll take your pulse, and I'll be leaving in a while."

Luo Ziyu wanted to slap Yao Wangyou's hand that wanted to touch his wrist with one palm, Xuan Mingcheng sat beside him and frowned.But the next moment, Yao Wangyou's hand moved for some unknown reason, and he clasped the Waiguan acupoint on Luo Ziyu's wrist with his backhand.

"Hiss!" Luo Ziyu gasped, feeling a strong pinprick sensation on his arm, and stared at Yao Wangyou in horror—this guy did something to him?

Xuan Mingcheng raised his eyebrows, and leaned back on the sofa calmly.

Yao Wangyou didn't care what Luo Ziyu's reaction was. Although he was Buddhist, he was not without temper. If it wasn't for this guy's value to Xuan Mingcheng, and the fact that his master told him to have a doctor's benevolence, I wouldn't bother to care about him.Seeing that Luo Ziyu was being honest, Yao Wangyou moved his fingers to his wrist veins to diagnose his pulse.

Luo Ziyu glanced up at Yao Wangyou, not knowing what he was thinking, and his eyeballs did not move.

Xuan Mingcheng was still secretly happy at the beginning, the medicine jar taught Luo Ziyu a lesson!

But after a while, Xuan Mingcheng started scratching his head again.He was sitting on the sofa now, and he could just see the expressions of the two from the side. The look in Luo Ziyu's eyes made Xuan Mingcheng feel that there was something wrong.

And Yao Wangyou's fingers irritated him even more, does it take so long to feel the pulse? !

Still moving!

The CEO, who was still hairy just now, only felt comfortable for a few minutes, and once again, the hair all over his body exploded.