Yang Fei couldn't help her with emotional matters. He checked her face, then scanned her fingers and said, "You have a dull complexion, shortness of breath, and dark purple nails. Do you have a hidden disease?"
"Are you a doctor?" After hearing Yang Fei's words, Manyu lowered her head slightly, as if she had something to hide.
"Actually, he can barely be regarded as a doctor. His medical skills are not bad. You can tell me about it." Yang Fei smiled slightly.
These words were too modest. According to Yang Fei's medical skills, those doctors were nothing to him.
"This." Manyu was even more embarrassed and turned to look at Wang Minting, as if she didn't want others to know.
"I'll avoid it." Wang Minting understood and turned back to the room.
"Come upstairs." Manyu went upstairs weakly, while Yang Fei followed her to her room.
The interior is very clean and tidy, and there is a light fragrance.
"Actually, I started talking about this illness after I got married." Manyu began to tell.
When Manyu first followed Yang Hongguo, they both had nothing and came to Nanjing to work hard together.
The two have been married for so many years without any children. The reason is that Manyu's vagina was naturally narrow and she could not consummate the marriage with Yang Guohong. She still maintained her daughter's body after all these years.
Although Yang Guohong complained at the beginning, he could only endure it since he had married a wife who looked like a flower when he had nothing.
Later, after more than ten years of hard work, Yang Hongguo became famous and became a well-known figure in Nanjing. His attitude towards Manyu also began to change. From the initial indifference, it gradually turned into domestic violence, and in the end he even
The woman comes back.
"Later, he got drunk and asked for a divorce from me. I refused to sign the divorce agreement, and he attacked me again. He was beaten to the point of rupturing his liver. Over the years, his health began to fail." Manyu said.
"So that's it." After understanding what happened, Yang Fei looked at Manyu with sympathy in his eyes, smiled slightly and said, "Let me feel your pulse and look at your tongue."
In Yang Fei's view, these hidden diseases are nothing. After giving Manyu a diagnosis, he smiled and said: "It's just a minor illness. I just met some quack doctors and the prescriptions were not correct, which made the original condition worse. I will prescribe it for you."
A prescription for nourishing qi, nourishing blood, activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis, one prescription every day.”
With that said, Yang Fei picked up the pen and paper and started writing. Each word was vigorous and powerful, like a blue dragon. Each stroke gave people an infinite mystery.
This domineering and revealing calligraphy stunned Manyu. It was the first time in her life that she had seen such beautiful calligraphy. Even those calligraphers may not be able to write so well.
"You can accept this recipe and keep drinking it. There won't be much problem." After a while, he finished writing and Yang Fei gave the recipe to Manyu.
"Thank you Yang Fei." Manyu was very excited when she heard that the disease that had tortured her for so many years was cured.
"Actually, the prescription is just an auxiliary, and it needs the cooperation of my golden needles. I will come to give you acupuncture every week." Yang Fei thought it was nothing, and said: "If it is convenient, I can perform an operation on you. In the future
You can have your own children too."
"What do you mean?" Manyu felt very embarrassed when it came to her privacy. If the other party was a woman, she would have thought nothing of it, but Yang Fei was a man, but she still said: "Can you really help me?
