Chapter 881 Need to Bring Down the Fire
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Huo Ci frowned and held his breath. Wouldn't it be a nosebleed? It's not a big deal, he can't even make a joke?
Jun Shiyan nodded slightly to him and walked over to help him get his luggage.
Huo Ci: "Why is your nose bleeding?"
Jun Shiyan: "The air is too dry, I'm getting a little angry."
Huo Ci frowned: "She is at home, no matter how dry she is, she doesn't get angry, but she looks more delicate when she comes back here."
Jun Shiyan hummed.
Huo Cixin said goodbye because something was really wrong. It was just a joke, not to mention that she was a little worried: "Let's go to the hospital first!"
Ling Sheng herself knew that there was nothing wrong with her, but she had a little nosebleed, and she had to go to the hospital. She had to go to a wool hospital. She just had a little nosebleed, and no one had ever had a nosebleed before.
However, her power alone was too small, and several others, including Xiao Qi, were determined to let her go to the hospital.
Jun Shiyan also said that he should go to the hospital before going to the city. There probably weren't any good hospitals in the small town.
Ling Sheng was determined to go to the small clinic in the town. The doctor was an old Chinese medicine doctor. Seeing Ling Sheng coming over, her wrinkled face burst into smiles: "Sheng Sheng, I heard you were here yesterday. You said you left early and came to see me?"
Xiao Qi ran over and said in a low voice: "Grandpa Zhang!"
"Xiao Qi, you are so tall and your body is strong." Zhang Zhong looked at the little guy's energetic look and nodded with satisfaction. It's great. The kid is cured of his illness.
Xiao Qi was a child born in the womb and was weak in health. He came to the hospital every three days and became a frequent visitor to the hospital. He was sensible, smart and lovable.
"How about you, Grandpa Zhang." Xiao Qi's mouth was sweet.
Zhang Zhong happily gave Xiao Qi two pieces of candy and glanced at Ling Sheng: "It's okay, nothing's wrong at all. I'm not angry. You're fine. Come to my place to get some medicine. You're not sick and you want to get some medicine from me." , I won’t give it to you either.”
Ling Sheng looked at the others and said, "I'm not sick at all. I don't have any disease at all. I still didn't believe it. I had to come to the hospital. Now I believe it!"
Huo Cixin said goodbye and said he was not a charlatan. She didn't trust him very much and asked him, "What about Doctor Zhang?"
Zhang Zhong glanced at him and said directly: "You need to calm down your anger when you have strong anger. Wait until I give you a prescription!"
Ling Sheng laughed and tried her best to hold it in, seeing her father's face darken, leaving you with nothing to complain about, but she believed her father's anger.
"You are not young anymore. Don't be so angry and calm down, okay?" Zhang Zhong also advised while writing prescriptions: "Don't drink, smoke and stay up late. If you have nothing to do, go out for a walk more often to relax and be good for your body." good."
Huo Ci had a handsome face and said, "Where is he?" Is he angry? Where is his anger? Is he still a miracle doctor? Can you tell just by looking at it?
But looking at him at such an old age, it’s hard not to give him some face. If he’s prosperous, he’ll be prosperous!
"I think you two have a bad stomach!" After Zhang Zhong got the medicine for Huo Ci, he looked at Jun Shiyan and Nangong Lengyu.
"Grandpa Zhang, can you please see if it can be cured?" Ling Sheng knew that this person was a very capable person. Xiaoqi had a headache and a fever, which could be cured by massage and acupuncture, and basically did not require any medicine.
"Conditioning can be done, but it's best to cooperate with acupuncture. You will be leaving soon." The old Chinese doctor asked the two of them to sit over, took their pulse, and said, "It's not easy to regulate. The medicine should be used according to the recovery." The situation will be adjusted on a case-by-case basis. You are not here and I don’t know your situation, so I cannot prescribe specific medicines.”
Nangong Lengyu didn't expect to meet a capable doctor in a place like this. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, asking, and understanding, but she can tell the symptoms at a glance. She really hasn't seen many, so she can't help but respect her a little more.
Jun Shiyan was also quite surprised. He knew that the old man in front of him was a really capable person. He had seen countless doctors for his stomach problem and had only managed it. Now he is in good condition.
"It's okay, Grandpa Zhang. I will urge them to come over for medical treatment. How often do you think it is best for us to come over? Doesn't Niuniu have my mobile phone number there? Ask her to add me on WeChat and let's video chat. I will take her when she comes over. Come here." Ling Sheng was excited. If they could really take care of their stomachs, they would be able to stay there permanently, not to mention regular visits.
Although she didn't have stomach problems, when she was with Third Master, she deeply felt the pain of people with stomach problems. She couldn't eat anything and her stomach felt uncomfortable after eating.
Also, Aunt Yu was hospitalized due to stomach cramps and vomiting blood, which made her heartbroken and uncomfortable.
Zhang Zhong prescribed prescriptions. Some of the medicines were very rare. He went up the mountain to collect them himself and couldn't find them elsewhere. He told them to come back for follow-up consultation when the time came. Even though they couldn't read it through the phone screen, they couldn't get it right. .
Moreover, this kind of observation, hearing, inquiry and everything is indispensable. He is not a miracle doctor. He can determine the specific situation at a glance and prescribe medicine.
Ling Sheng came over to see the doctor, but it turned out that she was not sick and no medicine was prescribed. The other three people took a bunch of medicine each and entertained her.
After arriving in the city, they separated. Nangong Lengyu took Jun Shiyan's plane home, while Ling Sheng and the others took Huo Ci's plane back to the capital.
After arriving on the plane, Huo Ci took Xiao Qi to play. Jun Shiyan asked Ling Sheng, "What did you want to say to me last night?"
What Ling Sheng wanted to say yesterday was timid again today. She didn't know how to say it. She coughed and whispered: "I told you, but you are not allowed to tell others."
Jun Shiyan nodded and listened to the little girl talk. What she told him was a new female star she met, named Song Yiyan. She said that her family was strict and she would be beaten in the middle of the night. She complained on the phone, feeling a little suspicious in her heart. She always felt that this was not what she originally wanted to say.
But the little girl seemed to regret it again, hesitated, and didn't want to tell him. Although she was very anxious, she was not willing to force her to tell him. When she was willing to tell, she would naturally tell him.
After the plane arrived in the capital, Ling Sheng and Xiao Qi followed Huo Ci home and separated from Jun Shiyan.
When she returned home this time, she could clearly feel that everyone in the family looked at her differently than before, and when they talked to her, they all used obvious compliments, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. Habit.
"Mommy, don't go over there." Xiao Qi quietly pulled her back, pointed at the railing over there, and lowered her voice mysteriously: "Grandpa said, don't go near that side. railing."
Ling Sheng didn't intend to get close, but why did her father insist on insisting that they not be allowed to get close to the railing? What was her plan?
Before I could think about it, I heard a shout not far from the next door, and then I saw Huo Xuan, the child, running past like a wild horse running out of the reins, and subconsciously pulled him back. Son, retreat into the house.
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