Traditional Chinese Medicine Orthopedics Manual

Fortunately, the hunt was the last day, so Jin Guangyao reluctantly explained the ending and returned to Jinlin Terrace.

During the day, there was an endless stream of visiting patients. At night, I saw that the last group of people had left, so I went to Fangfei Hall to see him.

The maid was waiting outside the hall door, saying that he had fallen asleep, but I said I would not bother him, and just took a look before they let me in.

I tiptoed to the bedside, and he was indeed asleep, lying on his back with his eyes closed, wearing pajamas, but because the doctor ordered the wound to be ventilated, he opened his clothes instead, exposing his abdomen, and only pressed a piece of gauze on the wound.

I watched him fall asleep and gently lifted a corner of the gauze to see how he was hurt.

After looking at it, I couldn't help being startled. Even though the best wound medicine had been applied, the edge of the wound was still purple, like a flower with an evil shape. Can glimpse dense stitches.

I guessed wildly, at that time, it should have scratched through the abdominal wall with a claw, and pulled out the strings hooked inside, so he had no choice but to use the string killing technique.

I don't know how much it hurts...

When I thought of this, my nose was sour, and a tear suddenly fell without warning.

Tears fell on his exposed belly, I was so panicked that I was afraid of waking him up, and also afraid of wetting the wound again, so I hurriedly pressed my wide sleeve with one hand, trying to wipe it off.

In the end he still woke up.

When I woke up, I smiled, narrowed my eyes, and let out a lazy sound when I saw how embarrassed I was.

"Yo, I can't see that this person who dared to shoot a cannon in the face of a gu carving has such shallow eyelids."

From what he said, he thought I was crying in fright.

I sniffed, and a hundred emotions seemed to come to my mind.

But in the end, what he said was: "I was peaceful in those days, so my eyelids were shallow..."

Yes, I was just scared, nothing else.

"Don't tell me about your eyelids, you don't know, now you are being misrepresented as the Dragon Warrior," he laughed again, teasing me with his eyes narrowed.

I was taken aback: "Is it that little rabbit Jin Ling?"

The three of us were there when we got rid of the Gu sculpture. I know for sure that it wasn't me who spread the word that Jin Guangyao was wounded like this. It probably wasn't him who said it. It must be that Jin Ling was shocked and went around bragging about him. How did the second aunt show her skills and save him from danger.

I guessed that the original version of Qin Su came from a family with a little bit of self-cultivation. This Mrs. Xiandu has been in office for more than ten years, and she probably never got into a fight. So if these two aspects are paired, if you pass on the rumors, you will probably become a Shaolin sweeping monk. Some of the stories that I kept hidden, others that I practiced diligently, I guess the storyteller under the overpass, it must be said that I went crazy for a while, and suddenly learned peerless martial arts...

"Hey, how can you say that Jin Ling is a little rabbit?" Jin Guangyao said angrily while lying down, squinting his eyes.

I was stunned, and after a moment of reaction, I chuckled: "Ah, I accidentally scolded you too."

"Not only me, but you also scolded yourself?" He smiled at me and said.

But instead, I twisted my body triumphantly: "No way, I'm married, and I'm not counting your Lao Jin's family."

"Hey?" He rarely uttered a dissatisfied tone, "What's the difference between us and his blood relationship?"

I was at a loss for words, I was really brain-short-circuited for a moment... Aunt Jin Ling yelled too much, so I really only regarded myself as my aunt, and forgot that I was his aunt.

After a long while, I scratched my head and asked, "Are you still siblings in our current situation?"

He looked at me with a troubled look in his eyes.

I also think this is a really complicated ethical issue.

According to Wei Wuxian's calculation, it doesn't count. You see, Lan Wangji never regarded Wei Wuxian as Mo Xuanyu.

But if it doesn't count, the criterion for judging brothers and sisters is blood relationship. For example, what we do now, [-]% of us will still have unhealthy children.

Stop, stop, I quickly grabbed my mind, I didn't want to do anything to him.

I don't know if he suddenly thought of this, his eyes suddenly averted, and he quickly started a new one along this topic.

"By the way, you said that you have an older brother over there?"

"Yeah," I hesitated, but still answered, I mentioned this in the last night's conversation at Baifengshan.

"Is it my own?"

"That's right, half-blood brothers and sisters."

"Oh?" His voice was a little surprised, and I thought maybe it was related to me.

I continued: "My brother was born to my father and his first wife. It was said that my father and my mother swore that he and his original wife had long since lost their relationship, let alone a married life. So when my mother knew that my brother was more When I was three months old, I was just stunned."

"This plot is a bit familiar." He smiled thoughtfully, "Then how did you recognize him? Did you go back to find your father?"

"My father took me back a few years later," I replied. "When I was in junior high school, it seemed that I was reported by the newspaper because of some awards. My grandparents were still there at that time. When they saw the news, they urged my father to take me away." Recognize it."

He stopped talking, so I continued.

"My six aunts are all tight, and it's not easy to raise me. As soon as I gritted my teeth, I left with my father. That's when I first met my brother."

"When I saw him for the first time, he was actually sleeping, with the blanket covering his face, revealing only a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows."

"My brother's mole was born right in the middle of his forehead. Because of this, he got a lot of jokes when he was young, saying that a boy had a beauty mole."

"I think my brother is quite beautiful. He looks a bit like you, but taller than you."

Jin Guangyao let out a cold snort from his nose, as if to say: Which pot is not opened and which pot is to be lifted?

"You can also imagine that my father's original partner didn't like me very much, so I lived a miserable life in my father's house for a few years."

I felt my audience suddenly lean over and take my hand.

When I say this, those who understand will understand, and those who do not understand, I wish that he will never need to understand.

"The only reason I stayed there was because of my brother," I leaned against the edge of the bed, my eyes gradually losing focus.

"What a gentle man he is, always smiling. I broke a precious porcelain, and he insisted that he broke it."

"From childhood to adulthood, most of the smiling faces I have seen are on the podium. But he is the only one who said to me, don't practice so late, don't score so high, useless, come back disheartened, and everyone else will leave He will still be there waiting for me."

"In those years, he was my lamp and my boat. If it wasn't for him, I don't know if I would have survived..."

But at this point, I suddenly stopped.

"What happened next?" He asked after watching me stop talking for a long time.

I do not speak.

I thought for a long time whether I should tell him about it.After thinking about it, and reading on, he closed his eyes again and seemed to have fallen asleep.

So I took the opportunity to walk away.

When he moved, he found that a wrist was caught in his hand.

I tried to pull the wrist out several times, but without success.

My scalp was a little stiff. Looking at him, I was very suspicious that he was pretending to be asleep. Just now, tears dripped down, and he woke up.

However, he is not awake right now.

I couldn't help scolding "Sonofbeach" in my heart, I can't possibly sit on the bedside all night, he is clearly pestering the girl to sleep with him...how can it be like this.

But look at his face again, his complexion is pale, but his lips are extraordinarily bright red, reflecting a little cinnabar between his brows, it seems that he has a fever.

So I finally relented, accepted the invitation, climbed onto the edge of the bed, and lay down with all my clothes on.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, he was still beside me, lying in his clothes, with his eyes slightly closed, breathing evenly.

Everything is silent except for the flickering candles outside the curtain.

When hearing and vision are suppressed, the sense of smell is extraordinarily acute.

I could smell the blood from his wound, and even a faint stench of corruption, then the bitter medicinal smell, from the traditional Chinese medicine applied on it, and finally mixed with the graceful and sweet fragrance of the Venus Snow Wave he often wears.

It smells weird, just like him.

But I actually think it smells good.

I wonder if something is wrong with me.

Tempting a man who shouldn't be tempted will not end well, but I learned the most profound truth from my mother.