"Otherwise, let's find a doctor to do it..." Orange almost cried.

"Don't be afraid." Xiaowan held her back.

How could Qian Chen harm An Qian? She wouldn't believe it even if he beat her to death.

"Turn her over, take off her coat and expose her shoulders. I'll go outside and wait for a while." Qian Chen avoided it.

According to the original plan, Anxi, who was not completely confused, should have taken it off by herself.

It's really not good to take off other people's clothes.

No matter what the reason.

Now that Anxi has fallen asleep, let the two little girls take action.

"Don't worry, our Qian Chen will definitely not harm Sister Qian, and look at Sister Qian, doesn't she also trust Qian Chen?" The two girls who were left behind had a brief communication.

"She's just stupid..." Orange is not a silly girl like Cheng Zi.

"Oh, if our Qian Chen is not sure, how dare he joke about this kind of thing? It won't be of any benefit to him. Both of us are on the rise in their careers." Zheng Xiaowan was so depressed, why wasn't Cheng Zi here?

She and Orange couldn't talk together.

"Oh, how far have you taken off your clothes?" Orange had no choice but to call the police or call Anxi's mother.

Frankly speaking, Orange really doesn't like Anxi's mother.

In the past, I just looked down on her and thought she was quite pitiful. However, things have gotten better in the past two years.

Qian Chen’s contribution is also involved here.

"Where is the cervical vertebra? Where does Sister Qian usually have pain?" Xiao Wan didn't quite understand, and Qian Chen couldn't explain clearly either.

"It should be here." Orange wasn't really sure.

The two of them took off Anxi's dark red down jacket, and then made signs on the back.

"The top needs to be removed." Zheng Xiaowan started to do it.

"What happens next?" Juzi put himself in his shoes and thought, if he were an acupuncturist, the last piece of clothing he had left seemed quite inconvenient.

"Let's go too." Zheng Xiaowan looked at each other.

"Okay, that's it, just cover the sides and expose the back." After Orange untied it, he quickly held down Xiaowan's hand.

"Hmm, cover it up tightly so that the scumbag can't see it." Zheng Xiaowan wrapped the quilt around her.

"Put your chin up, otherwise you won't be able to breathe." Orange was afraid that Anxi would be suffocated by the pillow, so after he put it up, he checked again to see if there was any possibility of exposure.

Then he shouted outside.

Qian Chen was sitting in the small living room outside the suite, performing his Tiangang Boy Kung Fu with his eyes closed.

The Tiangang Boy Kung Fu at this time was countless times stronger than when he had just traveled through time. It was actually stronger than he had been in his previous life, because living at that time was the most important thing.

When it's time to die, it doesn't matter how well you practice martial arts.

Kill seven in and seven out of the palace?

Stop making trouble, there are people who specialize in martial arts, and they are very talented, and they can manipulate you as if they were playing with you.

If I pinch you a few times, you will become a useless person.

Still seven in and seven out.

After Qian Chen arrived here, his martial arts skills were still there, but his skills were not good enough.

But he just practiced Kung Fu all his life to keep fit. He was not like some colleagues who thought he could be reborn after the setting sun. After arriving here, Tiangang Boy Kung Fu was related to major events in his life.

It’s about what it means to stay.

Therefore, he practices very hard, practicing wherever he goes, all day long, which takes both thought and time.

Now it is definitely no problem to use internal energy to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

Hearing the shouts in the room, Qian Chen walked in. Good guy, what he saw was a back and a waist.

The white ones are a bit scary.

"Is this okay?" Juzi looked at Qian Chen and then at the row of acupuncture equipment placed beside the bed.

It feels like being on a filming set.

In fact, just showing one shoulder would be enough, but Qian Chen didn't bother to correct them anymore, and nodded seriously: "Okay, you can sit on the edge and don't move around, and don't talk nonsense."

Qian Chen sat beside the bed and picked up an acupuncture needle.

This is not a silver needle.

They used silver needles in ancient times.

Now that I think about it, it's probably because silver needles are relatively clean and less likely to rust and breed bacteria.

However, Qian Chen has also studied acupuncture now.

It is easy to integrate with what you have learned.

Silver needles are generally not used in modern clinical practice, and stainless steel needles are mostly used.

In ancient times, it was a last resort that stainless steel needles were not suitable.

Not at all.

For acupuncture, silver needles are indeed inferior to stainless steel needles. This is mainly because silver needles are too soft and easy to break, which can easily cause accidents.

In addition, the cost of silver needles is also high.

There is another kind of gold needle, which is golden yellow. It is actually a stainless steel needle, but it is coated with a layer of yellow on the outside.

Different parts, different times, use different needles.

Qian Chen moves quickly and very smoothly.

This made Orange feel a lot more at ease. If Qian Chen's hands were trembling and she looked like she didn't know how to poke him, she would probably be scared to death and have to protect her boss at all costs.

Anxi quickly received many needles on her shoulder.

Qian Chen stopped and sat on the edge to rest for a while.

After about a few minutes, he reached out and pulled out the acupuncture needles, and then used his fingers to rub the acupuncture areas.

It seems to be different from the aunt's method of acupuncture last time.

Orange was confused. Does it need to be kneaded like this? Shouldn't it be done by twisting the needle around?

But she didn't dare to ask because Qian Chen looked like he was struggling.

And Anxi's expression seemed very comfortable.

After kneading it once, Qian Chen picked up the prepared Chinese medicine paste from the side and applied it on it.

Then he sat on the edge and closed his eyes to rest.

This time the rest was longer, and after half an hour he uncovered the paste and threw it away.

Then continue kneading with your hands.

The massage movements were more forceful than before, and the bones were squeezed and cracked.

It looks really awesome.

Although it is impossible for Orange Xiaowan to think of Qian Chen's techniques as internal strength, Qian Chen's "professionalism" has reached a higher level after taking Yao Beina's pulse.

After pinching this time, it is finally completed.

Qian Chen applied another kind of medicine paste, but this time the medicine was a bit harsh. Anxi felt very uncomfortable and began to act dishonestly.

It's quite...

"Ahem, I'll leave first. You guys hold her down and take her out in ten minutes."

Qian Chen has finally completed his mission.

If Anxi did not abuse herself, she would not have any problems with her cervical spine in ten or eight years.

Get rid of the disease at your fingertips!

Simply perfect.

It just consumes a lot of energy. It seems that we shouldn’t take such a risk. If I had known better, I would have treated it in more batches.

Qian Chen left An Qian's side and returned to the studio to continue painting.

The King heard that he was going to hold a painting exhibition and invited Qian Chen to send some paintings to the exhibition for sale. He also promised a guarantee of two million for one painting. If no one bought it, he would keep it for himself.

The last picture of a beautiful woman made him highly praised in the small circle.

This time he still hoped that Qian Chen could draw some pictures of beauties and accompany them with more sultry poems.

This is what Qian Chen is finishing.

In the early morning, the curtains are covered with light frost. I touch my hands to try on the plum blossoms. They all have their own regrets about separation, so they draw distant mountains.

Thinking about the past and cherishing the lingering fragrance can easily lead to injury. When imitating a song, you are restrained first, and when you want to smile, you frown, which is the most heartbreaking.
To be continued...