Wen Jing walked upstairs angrily, with a puzzled look on her face. Zhang Yadong opened the plastic bag in his hand: a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, a bottle of safflower oil, brand new, even the packaging box has not been opened, these things

Can you pick it up? Even if you are lucky, you can't pick it up at this time...

Understood, Zhang Yadong finally understood, this thing was not picked up by Wen Jing, but bought by this little girl, but bought by this little girl for Wen Dabao. This... This made Zhang Yadong feel a lot more comfortable. But when he thought about it,

When Wen Dabao knocked on the door, I thought of the phone call Li Chenggang made to me... Damn, I was so busy with Wen Jing's little girl that I really forgot about Wen Dabao's matter, with a look of worry on his face.

, Zhang Yadong hurriedly walked upstairs.

Indeed, the things in Zhang Yadong's hand were not picked up, but Wen Jing went out to buy them for Wen Dabao. Although Wen Jing still doesn't know if that man really exists, and she doesn't know if her mother betrayed Wen Dabao back then.

, but in the scene last night, Wen Dabao was injured... Wen Jing also knew, and she knew in her heart that Wen Dabao was injured for herself, to protect herself, so...

"Uncle Wen, Uncle Wen..." The villa was quite big, with many rooms upstairs. Zhang Yadong really didn't know where Wen Dabao's study was, so he could only start yelling at the stairs.

"Dongzi?" After a moment, a door opened and Wen Dabao's head stuck out.

"Uncle Wen, your face..." Oh my god, it doesn't look like you hit the door. You were clearly beaten. Your face is swollen.

"Come in, come in, come in first." Wen Dabao looked embarrassed and anxious, and hurriedly greeted Zhang Yadong into his study, for fear of being seen by Wen Jing.

"Uncle Wen, what's wrong with your feet? If you hit the door, you won't..." Zhang Yadong could see clearly. Not only was Wen Dabao injured on his face, but he even walked with a limp. This was not like a collision.

It's on the door. There's no one who bumped into the door, hit his head and hit his feet. This is clearly... Oh my God, it's not like that damn woman Wen Jing lost her temper and then even beat her own father. No wonder she bought medicine.

…

"Dongzi, this is a secret. I didn't even tell you... Brother Gang!" Damn, it's really awkward to call yourself Uncle Wen and your brother Li Cheng, Brother Gang.

"Secret?" I was beaten by my daughter. It seemed that it was really a secret.

"Actually, I didn't hit the door, but quietly..."

"Ah?" Zhang Yadong called out before Wen Dabao finished speaking. "Did Miss Jingjing really hurt you?" Zhang Yadong looked surprised. He really didn't expect Wenjing to hit his father.

Even if you lose your temper again, you can't hit anyone, let alone your own father. How can there be such a daughter in the world?

"What are you yelling about? Who told you that Jingjing hit me?" Wen Dabao looked angry and shouted angrily at Zhang Yadong. "The thing is like this, Li Jiaying came to me last night and said

He said a lot of irritating words... Jingjing accidentally fell down, I was so anxious, a hungry dog ​​grabbed the shit... No, no, I jumped on it with a leap... That was it in the end, but Jingjing

I'm not injured, so I feel relieved for a long time!" Wen Dabao told Zhang Yadong exactly what happened. The pride and excitement on his face could be compared to how many Japanese he had killed and for the motherland.

, as if he has made great contributions to the people.

"Oh." Zhang Yadong nodded thoughtfully. Zhang Yadong finally understood, but when he thought of Li Jiaying and the woman who talked to Lu Feng that day, Zhang Yadong showed a heavy expression on his face.

"Dongzi? Dongzi?" Looking at Zhang Yadong's heavy face, Wen Dabao shouted. "What are you thinking, kid? Didn't I tell you that Jingjing is fine?"

"No, what are you thinking about?" Zhang Yadong hurriedly retracted his thoughts and looked at Wen Dabao with a smile on his face. "Uncle Wen, should I help you look at your legs first?"

"Okay, okay!" Wen Dabao didn't doubt Zhang Yadong this time, and he didn't have the vicious attitude like when Zhang Yadong helped Wen Jing look at her feet for the first time. Instead, he had a smile on his face and a look of relief on his face.

Zhang Yadong is relieved.

Kneading, pinching, pinching... After a while of "pretending" diagnosis, Zhang Yadong found out the cause of the disease, or saw the problem with Wen Dabao's knees. "Uncle Wen, it's nothing serious, just a little scratch on the kneecap and a slight injury on the soft tissue."

Damage, resulting in blocked meridians, redness, swelling and pain!”

"Hehe, then...then you can figure it out."

"I will help you insert a few needles, which can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, reduce swelling and relieve pain. The most important thing is to promote blood circulation and promote the recovery of kneecap and soft tissue as soon as possible."

"Okay, don't we just put a few needles in? Come on!" Wen Dabao had a smile on his face, but when Zhang Yadong took out the shining silver needle... It's fake to not be afraid, it's only fake to not be nervous.

Weird, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. "Dong...Dongzi, please be gentle."

"Uncle Wen, are you afraid of pain?"

"I..." Wen Dabao looked embarrassed and swallowed hard. "Am I that kind of person? Do you think I'm afraid of pain? I just...ah!" Wen Dabao still wants to die.

To save face, he wanted to say something, but before he could finish his words, he screamed "ah" because the first silver needle in Zhang Yadong's hand had already pierced his knee.

"In...in?" Wen Dabao swallowed hard again, not daring to look at his knees, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Inside!"

"Why don't you support me first?"

"Didn't you say you're not afraid of pain?"

"You... you brat, ah... ah... did you go in again?"

"Well, don't move, it will be fine soon!"

After a while, Wen Dabao's knees were already covered with silver needles, which were just a little red and swollen. There was no need to stimulate the big acupuncture points, so Zhang Yadong looked relaxed and quickly helped Wen Dabao heal the injuries on his knees, and then turned his hands upside down.

Even on the face...can acupuncture be used on the face?

I don’t know if it is recorded in medical books, but it is recorded in the "Acupuncture Collection". Anyway, Zhang Yadong really inserted silver needles into Wen Dabao's face one after another. The effect...

"Not bad, Dongzi, I can't tell how good you are!" Wen Dabao looked amazed. After all, even if he went to the hospital, it would take a few days to recover from this injury, but now... his face no longer hurts, and his hands don't hurt anymore.

I can move freely and my knees no longer hurt. Not only can I walk normally, I can even jump twice...amazing!

"Hehe..." Zhang Yadong had a silly smile on his face and a look of pride on his face. He had to admit that the seemingly magical and even some lies recorded in the "Acupuncture Collection" were actually true. "What's this?

, my uncle’s legs have been disabled for decades, and I can still help him heal them.”

"Ah?" This was beyond Wen Dabao's expectation, and it made Wen Dabao think more. "Then...then cancer..." Can the cancer be cured? Wen Dabao still couldn't say the next words.

, after all, it is cancer, a terminal disease, the hospital has already sentenced me to death, how could this guy in front of me...

"Uncle Wen, what's wrong with you? What..." Zhang Yadong looked confused. Zhang Yadong thought of Li Jiaying and what Li Jiaying said to Lu Feng. Zhang Yadong seemed to have guessed Wen Dabao's illness, but he didn't dare to

I just said it out loud, but my heart was extremely heavy, just the feeling in my heart...

"Alas..." Wen Dabao looked frustrated and sighed heavily. "Dongzi, why do you think Jingjing hates me so much? I gave her a sports car yesterday. How could I have asked her to give it to her?

I'm dead!" It's not like Wen Dabao still cares about the sports car. Wen Dabao just changed "cancer" into a long sigh of "Alas", which can be regarded as changing the topic.

"The sports car was given away to someone?" Zhang Yadong looked puzzled, and was really confused by Wen Dabao's words. "Gifted... to whom?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, the sports car didn't come back last night, and Jingjing also said it was given away."

"No, I drove the sports car back last night, and then today... today I drove it back again."

"Huh?" Hearing what Zhang Yadong said, Wen Dabao was very excited. "Dongzi, you didn't mean to give the car away quietly, but...but you drove it back, or gave it away."

is you?"

"No, no!" Zhang Yadong shook his head hurriedly. "I didn't give it to me, I just drove it!" That damn woman couldn't even bear to keep a mobile phone. She took it back when she got it, and even gave her a sports car... You can only dream.

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