Xiao Chen is really cheap. He seemed to have calculated that the two girls would rush into his room after they woke up, and then they would lie to him again. As expected, Yang Ningmei lifted his quilt, so he decisively took it for himself before going to bed.
It's gone.
Such a small episode came out, which made Yang Ningmei and Lu Niang feel so ashamed. The two girls left Xiao Chen's room as if they were running away, went back to their room to rest and chat, and let Xiao Chen sleep for a while.
Xiao Chen slept until noon, and it was not until Zhou Peng and his sister came that he got up and washed up lazily.
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The ambassador of the Republic to F is a white-haired old man in his sixties. His hair is very thick but white and clean, and there is not a single black one. My name is Zhen Jiujiang. It sounds like a bandit beard.
, but in fact he was a very gentleman old man, his white hair was also shiny and shiny. He was very fashionable in suit, tie and leather shoes.
"Xiaochen, I will stay for a few more days when I come to F Country this time. I want to carry out you on behalf of Changyi!" Zhen Jiujiang held Xiao Chen's hand excitedly, his old face trembled slightly, his voice
I was a little hoarse, but it wasn't natural that I had some illness.
Xiao Chen smiled and nodded, saying, "Grandpa Zhen, don't worry, I must have played here for a few more days. Yesterday, I heard Brother Zhou say that you are feeling uncomfortable. What's going on? Why don't you tell me, I understand some Chinese medicine.
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"Oh?" Zhen Jiujiang said in surprise, "Xiaochen, do you still understand Chinese medicine? You are so terrifying!"
Xiao Chen helped Zhen Jiujiang to sit down. The old man was in poor health and came to receive him. It was great. Xiao Chen did not understand Chinese medicine, but felt that the old man had a disharmonious body.
"Brother Xiao, the Consul has been having this problem for many years. He often coughs very badly, but after the coughing, it will be cured immediately and it will recur." Zhou Peng also interrupted, not expecting Xiao Chen to be so young
A boy still understands traditional Chinese medicine.
Traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure passed down from the Republic. Many of the old and secret recipes have great medical value, relying on looking, listening, asking and touching.
The medical skills passed down by countless medical masters in the thousands of years of civilization of the Republic are sometimes too boring to learn, and in such a hustle and bustle city like this, few young people like it.
Xiao Chen put his hand on Zhenjiujiang's right vein, and a thin dragon-grabbing true energy immediately invaded Zhenjiujiang's wrist and began to conduct a subtle examination at his wrist.
The other people in the room also looked at Xiao Chen with curiosity and expectation. Zhen Jiujiang didn't have much hope. He had been having this problem for more than ten years and had hired many famous doctors to see him, but he didn't see him well.
This also includes asking some Chinese medicine doctors for advice, but he didn't even see a problem. Fortunately, this problem was just a violent cough. After the cough, it was fine again, and there was no fatal harm. Zhen Jiujiang became even more indifferent.
It's right.
Zhou Peng and his sister also looked at Xiao Chen with interest, but they thought that this kid was quite ambitious and could meet a big man like Hu Changyi. It must be a master of some family. There are very few young people who know Chinese medicine, but they know Chinese medicine.
The second-generation rich official and second-generation young master is basically extinct.
Green lady believed in Xiao Chen very much. She felt the true energy emitted from Xiao Chen's hand. She was surprised that Xiao Chen's ability to control the true energy was too strong. True energy was different from spiritual energy. It was a vague qi thing.
, when controlling, you can control it with the surface in balls, but the true qi is a condensed spiritual energy combination, which is pulled into wire shapes, or it can be said to be controlled by lines. From surface to line, among which
The change can be imagined, but Xiao Chen's investigation almost controlled the true qi into points one by one, and was about to achieve perfect control with points.
Xiao Chen's expression was very serious, and he didn't have the childishness on the boy's face at all. The serious man was very handsome. Yang Ningmei stood in front of him, staring at Xiao Chen motionlessly, feeling that Xiao Chen was even more handsome at this moment.
It has a manly flavor.
Two minutes later, Xiao Chen took back his fingers and kidnapped the clothes on his cuffs for Zhen Jiujiang. Xiao Chen then asked, "Grandpa Zhen, do you occasionally feel like vomiting at night?"
Zhen Jiujiang coughed slightly and exclaimed: "Xiaochen, do you know this? Sometimes I really want to vomit it out, as if there is a ball of stuff in my throat that is blocked and it feels very uncomfortable."
Zhen Jiujiang was a little excited. He was sure that Xiao Chen had never seen him before. He guessed his symptoms just by taking his pulse for him. Could it be that this kid really knows what disease he had?
"Grandpa Zhen, your pulse is actually not a big problem. It's just that there are occasional nerve stimulation..." Xiao Chen nodded and said seriously.
"Xiaochen, what is nerve stimulation?" Zhou Peng's sister Zhou Juan asked curiously. The people in the embassy have a good relationship with Zhen Jiujiang, especially Zhou Peng and Zhou Juan, who even made Zhen Jiujiang even more.
I acted like a grandpa.
Xiao Chen explained seriously: "This explanation may be a bit mysterious, but to put it bluntly, it is some sudden and unpredictable nerve pressure. This pressure may be a dish, a dream, or according to a sentence from our Republic
In the local dialect, it was a mistake in some translation."
"Is a mistake in some translation?" Zhen Jiujiang smiled and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen, your statement is quite interesting. Then according to your opinion, how should I fix my old problem so that I can stop making trouble for me..."
Xiao Chen said: "Grandpa Zhen, your problem may have the following causes. I will list it for you first, and then recall if you have any other symptoms."
"You said you said..." Zhen Jiujiang nodded quickly.
"You often cough at night, and occasionally you feel like you want to vomit but can't vomit. This is very likely because your respiratory system is under some kind of pressure. The first possibility is that you are about food,
Either drinking water or a kind of disgust caused by a specific taste. This disgust cannot be detected using modern instruments. It is completely a kind of subconscious repulsion, and your brain nerves will not do it.
Reflection is just a sensory system that reacts; the second possibility is that you may miss a certain type of thing very much, such as if you often have a dream or look at some nostalgic photos, and these dreams or photos will give you
The respiratory system causes nerve compression; the third type may be the confusion of the visual nerve, which is the local dialect of Linghai, which means that you may have caused this because you see someone or some animals.
A kind of oppression..." Xiao Chen was really professional, at least he was scared by everyone in the hall.