The national teacher dressed as a rich and noble son

Xie Yubo didn't dare to look at Shang Yange, and huddled obediently on the passenger seat, like a little white rabbit about to be sold to the vegetable market.

Shang Yan looked at him intently for five seconds, and rubbed his thumbs on the steering wheel. Xie Yubo dared to speak nonsense, so he might as well charge some interest first.

Xie Yubo heard the sound of "click" to untie the seat belt, a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes, his cheeks were held by big palms, his lips hurt, and even his breathing was blocked.

"Well--"

Xie Yubo's eyes widened, feeling the urgency and ruthlessness of the kiss, the other party plunged into it retaliatingly, and the space inside the car became narrower.

Five minutes later, Xie Yubo was sweating from the kiss in the air-conditioned room, her lips were red.

Shang Yange crushed his earlobe, with a half-smile: "You wait."

Xie Yubo carefully thought about what he did wrong. The national teacher is obedient, kind, and willing to help others. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

"Aren't you going to see a patient, let's get down to business first." Seeing that Shang Yange hadn't started the car, Xie Yubo urged.

Shang Yange's meaning is unclear: "I'll do it when I get back to business."

Xie Yubo was keenly aware of the danger, but his national teacher could be in any danger. His only worry now was that His Majesty would not sleep with him.

About an hour later, Shang Yange drove into an old community. Although the houses are old, the environment is quiet and the neighborhood is harmonious.

Shang Yange got out of the car and opened the passenger door, covering the roof with one hand, letting Xie Yubo out.

"Here is a teacher of a friend of mine. He is 72 years old. He has difficulty moving after a stroke and has been ill for many years."

A friend's teacher?

Shang Yange didn't reveal his identity, probably because he was afraid that he would be under pressure.

Xie Yubo took the initiative to ring the doorbell, calmly.

Shang Yange said: "We are just here to visit the teacher, not to treat the disease. You do what you can, there is no need to be stressed, it is not necessary to treat."

"I know."

The iron door opened, and a 40-year-old nanny came to open the door.

"Hello Mr. Shang."

"Good evening." Shang Yange led Xie Yubo into the door. From the courtyard door to the living room, there was a gentle slope instead of steps.

The living room was quiet and tidy. Sure enough, there was an old man who needed a wheelchair.

The old lady said ashamedly: "Old Zhong has loved books all his life, and he still loves books even though he is in a wheelchair. Please send them here yourself. How can you feel good about it?"

Shang Yange put three books on the table, these are the only copies of the Republic of China, and he happened to have a collection.

"Books are valuable only if they are read. I have been in the market for many years, and these books are left in my hands to waste money."

Xie Yubo curled his lips, Shang Yange is an old antique, there are many unique calligraphy and paintings in the study room at home, he obviously cherishes them very much, and he even said that he wasted money.

The old lady took out a bank card: "It's the meaning of my old Zhong, and I can't accept it for nothing."

Shang Yange: "You are too polite, you don't need to buy it, I gave it to the old man,"

The old lady said: "Then consider it borrowed from you. When Lao Zhong finishes reading it, it will be returned to the original owner."

Xie Yubo observed the old man in the wheelchair. His eyes were still sharp, but his mouth was tightly squeezed. Apparently, the stroke had caused him to lose his ability to speak. He could only communicate with his wife who had been with him for decades.

There are several bookshelves displayed around, and most of the historical materials.The old lady put the books on the old gentleman's lap, spread them out for him to look at, and said, "Are these a few books? You are crazy about books, and there are still young people in the world who collect this niche category like you. "

Shang Yange whispered to Xie Yubo: "The old man is a famous professor. He has been teaching in the inland. After retiring, he returned to the job. He didn't officially retire until three years ago. His son and daughter-in-law invited him to the coast for a reunion, but he was blown by the sea breeze. Coupled with not paying attention to the body, a sudden stroke."

He was overworked while teaching, and when he retired before enjoying his old age, something went wrong with his health.

Xie Yubo leaned over and volunteered to help the old man turn the book. He glanced at the old man, flipped through the book, flipped through it very quickly, and inadvertently grabbed the old man's skinny wrist.

Shang Yange was a little worried that Xie Yu's silk book was flipping through too quickly, but the old lady beside him was surprised and said, "I don't know him as well as the young man I just met."

She explained to Shang Yange that her husband had bad fingers, and she always turned the pages slowly for her husband, fearing that he might not read clearly.

She saw Lao Zhong's appearance today and realized that although Lao Zhong's speech and fingers were slow, his brain did not slow down.When I was young, the way my husband read ten lines at a glance came to mind.

The faster Xie Yubo flipped through the pages, the brighter Zhong Lao's eyes became, as if he had found the joy of borrowing books in the library back then.

She suddenly realized that Lao Zhong had not changed, he was still the person she fell in love with at first sight back then.Because I'm afraid that my wife's hands will be sore, so even if it's very slow, I won't show it.

Xie Yubo checked the pulse condition, the old man had a stroke, the pathogenic wind was in the meridian, and the qi and blood were stagnant, acupuncture and moxibustion combined with traditional Chinese medicine could slowly recover.

Xie Yubo took out the silver needle that she had brought in advance, and the slender tip of the needle shone silver in the setting sun in the gap between the curtains.

Xie Yubo skillfully pressed the acupuncture points of the old man's fingers a few times, and the stiff fingertips gradually gathered heat and became looser.

"I have learned acupuncture, do you want to try it?"

"Hey——" The old lady was a little anxious. Although this young man was likable, he was too young and aggressive. Lao Zhong had invited many famous old Chinese doctors, and even they were at a loss.

Shang Yange was about to cite an example to convince the old lady, but the old gentleman nodded unexpectedly.

Shang Yan Ge Waner, too, no one can feel more deeply than the patient himself about the doctor's medical skills.If a genius doctor wants to make a move, why should others spend more time advertising.

Xie Yubo rolled her eyes: "Thank you for believing in me."

He pressed a few more times, spread out the old man's fingers, and precisely picked a few places to needle.

For the last time, he twisted the silver needle and pierced it a few centimeters into the tiger's mouth with a serious expression and focused eyes. When he pulled out the tip of the needle, a line of black blood came out.

"Ah!" The old lady exclaimed.

Xie Yubo rubbed the old gentleman's wrist joints vigorously, "Try turning the pages of the book."

The old man moved his wrist mechanically and slowly, and landed on the page, as if he had forgotten how to turn the page. He flexed his fingers and rehearsed before carefully pinching a page of the book.

He turned a page, was attracted by the content of the next page, and turned another page unconsciously.

The old man nodded vigorously, thanked him silently, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes, he could now read by himself.

The old lady held his finger in disbelief, and felt her husband's firm grip back, tears welled up in her eyelashes.

For three years, Lao Zhong's illness was too urgent and dangerous, and he hardly improved, and it was evolving in a more rigid direction.

But Xie Yubo could make his fingers flexible in just a few seconds, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle.

"Thank you." The old lady Qiqi Ai said, "I can improve with just one acupuncture session. Is it possible..."

"I need to come a few more times." Xie Yubo looked outside, "Diseases of the five sense organs are related to Qi and blood. It is better to perform acupuncture in the early morning sunlight. I will come back tomorrow."

The old man was obviously a little excited, and the old lady asked for him: "Doctor, what do you mean, Lao Zhong can talk in the future?"

Xie Yubo: "It is reasonable."

The old lady picked up the phone happily, as if she wanted to call her son to tell him the news, she picked up the phone and put it down again, as if she was afraid that Xie Yubo would go back on her word, it was important to set a time with him first.

"When are you free tomorrow, genius doctor?"

Xie Yubo said without hesitation, "Come at eight o'clock tomorrow."

"Wait—" Shang Yange couldn't stop him, so he had to give up.

Xie Yubo looked at Shang Yange: "What?"

Shang Yange: "It's okay, I'm afraid you won't get up."

Xie Yubo: "Why, I wake up at 06:30 every day!"

Shang Yange pursed his lips. Under normal circumstances, of course you start at 06:30, but at night he thought...

That's all, it's important for the old man to heal his illness.

He brought Xie Yubo to Mr. Zhong for medical treatment, so it was necessary to ensure that Xie little Chinese medicine doctor would be safe tomorrow. This was protection and morality.

When Xie Yubo and Shang Yange left, the old lady pushed the old clock all the way to the gate of the community, looking at him as if she were her own grandson.

Xie Yubo didn't bother to ask the old man who he was, anyway, in his eyes, if he wasn't a wicked person, he should go to save him, and if he saw him, he would give a helping hand.

He glanced at Shang Yange, and still felt that His Majesty's eyes were strange today, as soon as he reached the space between the two of them, he looked like a beast descending the mountain and circling the sheepfold.

Shang Yange was thinking about what excuse he would use to abduct Xie Yubo at night, and charge some harmless interest.

For example, to pay back all the suffering he suffered yesterday.

Just flirt, not do it.

"Hello, Uncle Wang?" Xie Yubo suddenly received a call from Uncle Wang.

Wang Pingtong knew: "Tomorrow afternoon, Madam said that there will be a family meeting, so please be sure to attend it on time, Young Master."

Xie Yubo was surprised, has the matter of his second brother been exposed?

Wang Ping added: "Madam said that although it is a family meeting, you are allowed to attend and bring friends."

Xie Yubo: "..."

One burst two?impossible?

Xie Yubo wanted to ask what was going on, but Uncle Wang said he had to notify the next person, so he hung up first.

It can be seen that the young master holds a lot of weight in Uncle Wang's heart, and he is the first to inform him of everything.

Next is the eldest brother, the second brother, and the uncle...

Xie Yubo: "Mom said there will be a family meeting tomorrow, do you want to attend?"

Shang Yange suddenly became nervous and threw all the "business" [-] miles away.

Of course you have to participate. Xue Jing's implication is that if you don't participate this time, you will not be able to meet your mother-in-law as a "son-in-law" in the future.

Shang Yange drove directly to the shopping mall and pulled the national teacher out of the car: "What does Auntie like?"

Xie Yubo was standing in front of a men's clothing store: "She likes my dad wearing clothes other than black, white, gray and blue."

For example, festive red, beautiful purple.

Shang Yange: "..." Forget it, it's not a wedding ceremony.

Xie Yubo happily entered the men's clothing store, and matched Shang Yange with small florals and stripes.

As if a sheet was wrapped around a male model.

Because the male model surnamed Shang was too handsome to cover up the ugliness of the clothes, Xie Yubo insisted that the clothes were fine, and Mr. Shang was so angry that he "beat people" in the locker room.

……

Brother Xie also received Wang Ping's notice and felt that the two younger brothers were about to suffer.

To make matters worse, his blind date was not smooth, with seven or eight dates a day, none of whom could close their eyes.

Brother Xie was very anxious. His mother said that he could bring friends, and the younger brothers brought men. If he brought a girlfriend back, the crisis would definitely be resolved.

He drove past a shop that rented dresses, and the word "daily rental" was very prominent on the advertisement. Xie Chenbo had a flash of inspiration, it's okay if you can't find a girlfriend, just rent one.

There is a kindergarten in front, and several kindergarten teachers led a group of chattering kids across the road, as if they were going to visit the cultural center opposite.

Xie Chen's car stopped, and was completely surrounded by a team of children, densely packed with three to five year olds, their heads at the same level as the hood.He waited patiently for the children to pass by.

Crack, crack, crack.

The children dispersed, and there were dozens of stickers and a slight scratch in front of Mr. Xie's Rolls-Royce.

The female teacher who followed at the end showed an expression that she was about to lose money.

"sorry sir……"

The sticker was in Xie Chenbo's blind spot. He didn't know what happened, so he got out of the car to check, and was choked by the colorful sticker for a moment.

The good-for-nothing said, "One car costs two million yuan, and the painting costs hundreds of thousands."The female teacher picked the sticker with her nails and found that there was a mark on it, and felt that her salary was gone.

Xie Chenbo thought indifferently, she was the only one.