Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

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It's just a pity that she married Xu Damao, a worthless wretch.

Became second-hand.

Song Qingshan was not interested in her at all.

"It's really rare for the old man to be blind and deaf at his age!"

Hear Song Qingshan's words.

Lou Xiaoe's smile froze, this old man's temper is really weird.

"Grandpa, is there a visitor?"

At this moment.

Qin Huairu walked into the room and asked knowingly.

"Miss Qin, what kind of guest am I? Mr. Song and I are neighbors."

"Come over and drop by, and let the old man feel the pulse by the way."

Lou Xiaoe turned her head to look at Qin Huairu.

I was a little surprised.

In the morning, he was still a rustic countryman, and this flowered padded jacket was more fashionable than himself.

Lou Xiao'e looked Qin Huairu up and down without any trace.

Have to admit.

It's really pretty long.

Lou Xiaoe feels ashamed.

If she was raised in the city for a while longer, it would be impossible to tell that she was a girl from the country.

"Have you found the silly pillar?"

Song Qingshan ignored Lou Xiaoe for the time being, but asked Qin Huairu instead.

"found it."

"It's all done as you ordered."

Qin Huairu came to Song Qingshan with a smile and stood by his side.

This posture.

It seems to be swearing territory to Lou Xiao'e.

tell her.

This is my old man.

You can see a doctor as soon as you see a doctor, but don't make wrong decisions.

Lou Xiaoe looked a little puzzled.

but.

A woman's sixth sense told her.

There must be something going on between the old and the young in front of them.

"An old man over a hundred years old. A girl in her early twenties, this is unlikely."

Lou Xiaoe was overwhelmed by the thoughts that popped up in her heart.

Shocked.

"Old man, since he's coming to see a doctor, I won't bother you. I'll cook for you first."

Qin Huairu bowed slightly.

said softly.

"Make dumplings, I don't have any noodles at home, let's stew yesterday's meat and make a makeshift meal."

Song Qingshan now only has [-] catties of face notes.

In the morning, I forgot to ask Qin Huairu to buy noodles.

"Okay, I'll get it right now." Qin Huairu nodded obediently, and then walked towards the stove.

"Miss Lou sits casually, the house is a bit messy, you still have time to clean it up, don't be disgusted!"

Qin Huairu walked up to Lou Xiaoe.

He said another sentence with a smile.

"Uh-huh."

Lou Xiaoe nodded dumbly.

She is completely blinded now.

What's the situation?

Making dumplings, stewing meat, a little mess at home?

How do you feel the same?

And the food is so good.

My own family dare not eat like this!

No wonder I smelled a faint smell of meat in the courtyard yesterday, it turned out to be coming from the old man's house.

As soon as Qin Huairu came, the old man would cook meat.

something.

There must be something going on between these two.

"What kind of illness do you come to see? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Ah, what did you say, old man?"

Lou Xiaoe was still in a state of astonishment when she suddenly heard Song Qingshan speak.

Quickly turned around and asked.

"I asked you what kind of disease you are seeing?" Song Qingshan repeated.

In fact, there is no need to ask.

Song Qingshan also knew it in his heart.

I can't conceive a child.

But that's Xu Damao's fault, a natural amorphic patient.

It has nothing to do with Lou Xiaoe at all.

in the original.

Lou Xiaoe and Xu Damao were married for five or six years but failed to conceive.

But after the divorce.

With the matchmaking of the deaf old lady, Lou Xiaoe and Sha Zhu had a ridiculous night.

Immediately conceived a child.

"Old man, I..."

Lou Xiao'e faltered and hawed a bit, she was a highly educated woman.

Logically speaking, this should not be the case.

But the other party is a hundred-year-old man, and there is Qin Huairu in the room.

"I don't hide my illness from the doctor, and speak boldly. If you really can't say it, just come back another day."

Song Qingshan waved his hand at Lou Xiaoe.

Prepare to dismiss.

Lou Xiao'e didn't have any illnesses, and the system would not reward her with items.

Pure waste of time.

By the stove.

Qin Huairu seems to be concentrating on making a fire and cooking, but in fact, her eyes are always paying attention to the movements here.

"Old man, you should have heard a little bit about me and Xu Damao."

Lou Xiaoe mustered up her courage and asked.

"I can't conceive a child."

"You don't need to look at it, it's Xu Damao's problem, let him take a good look."

Song Qingshan replied directly.

Lou Xiao'e was stunned when she heard the words, but after thinking about it carefully, she questioned again: "Master, you don't even know the pulse, so you just draw conclusions like this, isn't it too arbitrary?"

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This is today's seventh update. The author has never been idle since the morning, except for eating and writing.

The average of the seven chapters is 2000 words per chapter.

Fourteen thousand words.

The more rules that the little author said yesterday are far from meeting expectations.

53 Xu Damao in the First Yin (Eighth)

"Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, smelling, asking, and feeling."

"Looking refers to observing complexion, smelling refers to listening to breath, questioning refers to inquiring about symptoms, cutting refers to feeling pulse, collectively called the four diagnosis."

"From the moment you entered the door, I observed your ruddy complexion and heard your long voice. I just asked about your condition."

"This has been diagnosed three times for you."

"There's no need to feel the pulse anymore."

"If you want to conceive a child, the only cure is to remarry."

Faced with Lou Xiaoe's doubts.

Song Qingshan explained unhurriedly, speaking very straightforwardly, especially the last sentence.

It was like a thorn in Lou Xiaoe's heart.

This is what Song Qingshan did on purpose.

Xu Damao's great-grandson was dishonest and dared to moles his grandma?

Yin him first and then talk.

After hearing what Song Qingshan said, Lou Xiao'e remained silent for a long time.

His face paled.