"Uncle, nothing will happen to me. I will not leave my husband until he has completely recovered from his illness."
Song Xuan needs her treatment, and she cannot leave him to live at Zeng Tianhua's house.
"You are worthy of being a child of my Zeng family. He knows how to appreciate his teacher."
Zeng Tianhua looked at her with admiration and said, "Your husband is a blessing to have a disciple like you. But Niuniu, you are so young and the little princess of our Zeng family, how can you do the work of serving patients? Uncle.
How about I hire some special nurses to take care of him, and then you can move in with your uncle?"
"Uncle, this won't work, because my husband needs me to give him acupuncture." Yang Zimei explained.
"Doing acupuncture? Do you know how to do something as profound as acupuncture at such a young age? What is his disease? Can't he just find another old Chinese doctor to do acupuncture? I know a famous old Chinese doctor at the provincial level who has good acupuncture skills. I will introduce
Let him give it to you as your husband."
Zeng Tianhua said in surprise.
Yang Zimei smiled and said, "I learned some traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture from my master when I was a child, and I can just treat my husband. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't worry. I want to treat my husband myself."
Zeng Tianhua looked at her with wide eyes, "Niuniu, do you have more surprises for me?"
"No, I'm just an ordinary girl."
Yang Zimei smiled modestly.
"Uncle, I believe you are definitely not an ordinary girl!"
Zeng Tianhua shook his head, "How did Xiaohui educate you and educate you so well?"
"hehe."
Yang Zimei didn't know how to answer him.
The one who really educated her was Master Yuqing!
When she thought about her master's disappearance and that there was still no news, her heart felt like it had been pinched by a big hand, and it throbbed violently.
She owes her master a lot of kindness, but she hasn’t had time to repay it!
I saw her expression was abnormal and her pupils were painful.
Zeng Tianhua asked hurriedly, "Niuniu, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
"Uncle, it's okay."
Yang Zimei smiled reluctantly, "I just think of my master."
"Your master? Isn't he your current husband?" Zeng Tianhua asked doubtfully.
"My current husband only taught me antiques, but he is very kind to me. I was raised by another master."
Yang Zimei didn't want to explain too much to Zeng Tianhua, because this matter was too complicated.
Moreover, she didn't want him to think of herself as complicated.
Zeng Tianhua looked at her and understood that her difficulty was related to her master, not Xiaohui's education.
Although Xiaohui was smart and cute back then, her aptitude was actually very average. It was impossible to teach a granddaughter like Yang Zimei, unless there was another chance encounter.
Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Zeng Tianhua had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and stop asking questions. However, he strongly requested to go with her to see where she lives now and see the Mr. Song she mentioned.
Knowing that he was genuinely concerned about her, Yang Zimei couldn't resist him and had no choice but to agree.
"Mr. Murong, I'm leaving. Please contact me when you have time!"
Yang Zimei bid farewell to Murong Yunqing.
"OK."
Murong Yunqing saw her extraordinary talent again today and secretly admired her for being truly inhuman. "I'm going to see Song Xuan tomorrow too. That guy got sick and didn't even tell his old friend."
"He doesn't want anyone to know, just because he's afraid it will reach Sister Qingmei's ears and she won't be able to bear the blow. Mr. Murong, just pretend you don't know anything!"
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly and said, "He probably doesn't want to see anyone right now."
Due to treatment, Song Xuan's hair fell out in large quantities. As he always paid attention to his image, he naturally did not want to see anyone familiar. What's more, he and Murong Yunqing were just ordinary friends.