Jia Simiao has never been to the black market, so I don’t know what kind of situation it will be.

People have a curiosity, and he is a little curious about Tang Yinzhi. What kind of man is this? If he had the chance, he could surrender Tang Yinzhi and take it under the bed... Oh, he is under the tent, and he is definitely a rare assistant.

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "There is no time tonight, so I will set it tomorrow night. What do you think?"

Shang Jiazhou said, "Okay, I'll pick you up when the time comes."

Jia Simiao shook his head and said, "No, I'll go to Shang's Enterprise Group to find you."

"good."

The two of them decided so that Jia Simiao and Wu Qingyue also walked upstairs.

Standing at the door of the second floor, Wu Qingyue became even more nervous and said softly: "Simiao, when you arrive at my home, don't take what they say to you."

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I am still very confident in myself."

Wu Qingyue glanced at him and gently rang the doorbell twice. After waiting for dozens of seconds, the door opened and Lingling stood at the door and shouted, "Dad, mom... Grandpa, grandma, my parents are here."

Tsk, look at the little mouth that is so sweet, at least it gave Jia Si Miao several plus signs.

Jia Simiao bent down and smiled, "Lingling, I haven't seen each other for several days. Do you miss your father?"

Lingling obediently put her slippers in front of Jia Si Miao and shouted: "I want to."

When Jia Simiao changed his slippers, she grabbed his hand and walked into the room, happily saying, "Dad, grandma has made a lot of food, you have to eat more later."

In this way, Wu Qingyue was actually exposed. Whose daughter is it? She smiled and followed them.

In the living room, an old man with tall figure, gray temples and glasses was flipping through the newspaper. In the kitchen, the sound of cooking came, and the fragrance of dishes drifted in the air, giving people a feeling of homely warmth.

This is a very ordinary two-bedroom and one-living room. It looks a bit old. The decorations in the room are a bit old, but they are very neat and clean. Jia Simiao had known from Wu Qingyue that his future parents-in-law were all university professors and were about to retire. Such people are not short of money, but looking at the decorations, you know that they are relatively frugal people.

On the wall of the living room, there is a calligraphy hanging, with the pen flowing like a dragon and snake, which is a cursive pen tip, and there is a desolate smell between the lines. The coffee table in the living room is solid wood, and a set of purple clay tea sets are placed on it, which seems to be more sophisticated, which shows that the owner is a person with background.

Lingling jumped over a few steps, hugged the old man's arm, and shouted: "Grandpa, stop reading the newspaper, my dad is here."

The old man finally raised his head, and Jia Simiao shouted naturally with a little restrained attitude: "Hello Dad."

Ah? He really dared to scream? Wu Qingyue's heart tightened and quickly turned her eyes to the old man and explained: "Dad, he is Jia Simiao, I... my man."

In Wu Qingyue's mouth, Jia Simiao had known for a long time that the old man was named Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't expect Jia Si Miao to be so bold, not even prepared at all. He had a hint of hoarseness in his voice and frowned: "Young man, you are not married to our Qingyue, so you can't scream in some words."

Jia Simiao smiled, looked at the calligraphy and recited: "Life is like dust and the way of heaven is long and leisurely. These ten words are used to move quickly and quickly, and the handwriting is thin and vigorous, and you can clearly see the hidden tip at the turning point... Oh, if I see it well, this should be the essence of the thin gold body."

Wu Zhiyuan stood up and asked, "Oh? Can you see my pen tip?"

Jia Simiao said: "The pen tip is one aspect, the key is the artistic conception, the abyss, and the indifference."

Wu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Haha, good boy, how can you do it? Come and sit here, come and sit here, I heard Qingyue say, are you also a teacher at Nanjiang Medical University?"

"Actually, I am a doctor at the First People's Hospital of the City. I was invited by President Meng to work as a part-time teacher at the Medical University."

"Oh? Or doctor? Are you a Chinese medicine doctor or a Western medicine doctor?"

"Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Wu Zhiyuan leaned on the sofa and asked, "Then please help me see how my body is?"

Wu Qingyue frowned and said, "Dad, what are you doing? Simiao is the first time she has been at home, and you are so embarrassed."

Wu Zhiyuan did not hide at all and said loudly: "What is difficult? Qingyue, I tell you that you should not only look at the appearance, but the connotation. What's the use of being handsome? Can it be eaten as a food? It's better to have real materials."

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "Dad, please stretch out your hand first and I'll take a look for you."

The old man almost jumped up. This kid is really good. He whispers one by one, and his mouth is quite sweet. In fact, he and Wu's mother did not disagree with Wu Qingyue and Jia Simiao. However, Jia Simiao is so young, he doesn't look like the kind of person who can live with Wu Qingyue.

Men, please find a girl younger than you.

Women, it’s not OK to find a boy younger than themselves.

This is society, not to mention that Wu Qingyue is also with a child, and she is not very compatible with Jia Simiao.

Wu Zhiyuan put his hand in front of Jia Si Miao, and stared at him fiercely. Jia Si Miao was very confident and gently placed a finger on the old man's wrist. Before he could feel the pulse, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help it and finally jumped up.

"Boy, do you think you are a doctor? Don't think I don't understand medical skills. When I was idle, I also studied traditional Chinese medicine and paid more attention to health preservation. How could I use a finger to take a pulse?"

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "Has the old man read Mr. Jin Yong's "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer"? There is a doctor named Ping Yizhi, who uses one-finger pulse cutting."

Wu Zhiyuan became angry and shouted: "You are a novel, do you think it is true?"

Jia Simiao said: "It's okay, just think I'm playing a monkey. Let's show you the boss?"

Wu Qingyue advised: "Dad, Simiao's medical skills are very good, so let him take a look."

"good."

Wu Zhiyuan finally sat up again, and Jia Simiao put a finger on his wrist again. He quietly felt the beating of his pulse. After two minutes like this, Jia Simiao frowned and said, "Dad, have you fallen recently?"

After being stunned, Wu Zhiyuan said: "No, what's wrong?"

Jia Simiao frowned and said, "No? Probably not? Think about it carefully."

Wu Zhiyuan snorted: "No, it's not. Do you think I'll make up stories to lie to you?"

"I did not mean that……"

"I don't learn and cheat."

Now, Wu Qingyue was a little overwhelmed, so she hurried to the kitchen and called Wu's mother over. Wu's mother looked at Jia Simiao, and then shouted: "Old man, have you forgotten? Some time ago, the teachers in our school gathered. You were drunk too much. When you climbed the stairs at night, you stepped on the air and fell down?"

Wu Zhiyuan then remembered and his old face turned red: "Oh, yes, this is something."

Wu's mother asked, "Xiao Jia, what? Is there anything wrong?"

Jia Simiao asked, "Dad, have you felt a little chest tightness, shortness of breath and not breathing smoothly these days?"

"Yes, I feel this way. Isn't this geriatric disease?"

"no."

Jia Simiao shook his head and said solemnly: "The reason why I asked you if you had any injuries is that I want to ask if you have suffered this disease in the past or have it just happened."

Wu’s mother and Wu Qingyue became anxious and asked, “What disease is it?”

Jia Simiao said: "Don't be nervous. It hurts the trachea when you fall. If it's an old problem, the disease will be a little tricky. However, this is a new fall. It's okay, I'll give you a few acupuncture."

The trachea is different from other places. It is absolutely covered by the sternum, and there are not many acupoints that can directly cause acupuncture damage. Among them, the Tiantu point is the most likely to occur.

Tiantu point is located in the middle of the depression of the sternum fossa, with a jugular vein arch slightly deeper under the skin, and deeper into the inferior thyroid vein and a deeper into the trachea. Downward behind the sternum stem, there are left unnamed vein, aortic arch, unnamed artery and left carotid artery. This shows that Tiantu point is not only directly related to the trachea, but also has a rich surrounding blood vessels, and many are important blood vessels. If you are not careful, you may cause accidents and easily damage the trachea or the larynx.

Tang Ziyu was not here, so Jia Simiao had to do it himself.

This acupuncture method is different from other acupoints. Jia Simiao uses the bending technique.

First, pierce at a 15° angle with the level, and then slowly send the needle after breaking the skin. When the tip of the needle feels that it is a hard object, it is the trachea. At this time, you must not pierce it rashly. You should retreat slightly 0102 inches back and stab it downward horizontally, and slowly insert the needle between the posterior edge of the sternum stalk and the leading edge of the trachea.

The movement was gentle, lifting and twisting slightly, and waiting to the appropriate position. His fingers gently shaking the tail of the needle, and his spirit was highly concentrated. Once he touched the blood vessel, he slightly retreated the needle...

The room was very quiet, very quiet.

Wu Qingyue reached out and pulled Lingling over, bent down, and hugged her in her arms.

This lasted for more than ten minutes. Jia Simiao then pulled out the acupuncture, took a few deep breaths, and chuckled, "Okay, Dad, you need a few acupuncture treatments. Let's go here first today, and I'll give you acupuncture. Try it now, how about breathing?"

Wu Zhiyuan raised it a little bit and tried to take a few deep breaths. He felt that the dullness in his chest had been relieved a lot, and he also felt much more relaxed.

Wu's mother asked, "Old man, how are you?"

Wu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Okay, much better."

Wu's mother said: "Xiao Jia's medical skills are so superb. Please help me with your eyes..."

Wu Qingyue suddenly screamed, "Mom, what dish are you cooking in the pot? Why did I smell a scent of batter?"

"Ah? I forgot to cook."
Chapter completed!