"I will use talk therapy based on the cause of Miss Qu Qingcheng's illness.
A heart ailment needs a heart medicine. As long as Ms. Qu Qingcheng can tell me nothing secret and express her heart's problems openly and honestly.
I have a certain degree of confidence that I can cure your disease and at least alleviate the symptoms." Wang Teng said.
Qu Qingcheng smiled when he heard this, tilted his head and said, "But what if I don't want to tell you the reason?"
"You won't tell me the reason?" Wang Teng couldn't believe his ears, pushed up his glasses and said:
"How can it be cured? No doctor in the world can cure depression without knowing the cause!
If I had known you were such a childish person, you shouldn't have invited me here at all."
"If that's the case, then I'd like to ask you to come back. Come and see the guests off!"
Qu Qingcheng lay on her back on the bed, slowly closed her eyes, and said no more nonsense.
"Miss Qu Qingcheng, if you don't tell me, I won't be able to cure you." Wang Teng refused to give up.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell anyone the reason for my illness!"
Qu Qingcheng looked at Qin Luo and said, "Qin Luo, if you also want to know the reason, then you can leave."
Qin Luo smiled, waved his hand, and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't need it.
Just let me take your pulse and your body will tell me naturally."
"Oh? This is the first doctor who dares to say that." Qu Qingcheng suddenly laughed.
As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and put it in front of Qin Luo.
A scent like musk and orchid suddenly penetrated Qin Luo's nose.
That kind of fragrance is by no means chemically synthesized, but rather like a natural body fragrance.
Qin Luo's heart skipped a beat, but he stretched out three fingers and placed them on Qu Qingcheng's bright wrist.
He slowly closed his eyes and felt deep in his heart.
“Tch, have you ever heard of Chinese medicine treating depression? Chinese medicine doctors don’t even know what depression is!”
Wang Teng despised Qin Luo's every move.
Lin Weiyu on the side was looking at Qin Luo seriously at this moment.
By the way, Qin Luo looks quite charming when he is being treated!
Qin Luo opened his eyes a moment later and said only two words: "It can be cured!"
"How to treat it?" Qu Qingcheng asked calmly.
"Just massage!" Qin Luo said.
"Damn, massage can treat depression? Do you really dare to say it?
Without knowing the cause, you dare to boast that Haikou can cure depression?
Do you know why many people abroad call traditional Chinese medicine witchcraft?
It’s you, the shameless liars, who ruined the name of our ancestors..."
Wang Teng walked up to Qin Luo angrily and started talking about it.
Qin Luo glanced at him coldly, then suddenly stretched out his finger like lightning and hit the Yamen point on the back of Wang Teng's head.
Wang Teng was shocked. He was about to open his mouth to curse, but found that he couldn't make any sound.
"Hmm..." Wang Teng was speechless, his handsome and gentle face turned red from suppressing it, and his heart was filled with fear.
"Be quiet and don't make any noise around me.
When I free up some time, I will naturally relieve your acupuncture points."
Qin Luo said calmly without even looking at him.
Just this move left everyone in the room stunned.
"Miss Qu Qingcheng, you have liver qi stagnation, which causes chest and rib stagnation, which may be called deep depression in Western medicine.
In Chinese medicine, if the meridians are not smooth, I will use the "Guanyin Hand" massage technique to open up the stagnation between your liver meridian and chest and ribs little by little.
Regardless of whether it is depression or not, it will heal on its own, regardless of what the cause is.
On the other hand, if you only use Western medicine talk therapy and the body's stasis is blocked.
Even if we talk about it for a hundred years, it will definitely have no effect, which is why Western medicine calls depression a terminal illness."
Qin Luo turned around and looked at Wang Teng and said sarcastically.
Wang Teng hesitated, obviously trying to refute desperately.
But helplessly, he couldn't make a sound at all, and he almost fainted from the anxiety.
"Please leave the rest of the gang for now while I give Miss Qu Qingcheng a massage." Qin Luo ordered again.
"Should I go out too?" Lin Weiyu asked.
"It's up to you, but I suggest you go out." Qin Luo said.
"Hmph, who cares?" Lin Weiyu snorted, and he and the other two people led Wang Teng out of the room and closed the door.
Suddenly, only Qin Luo and Qu Qingcheng were left in the room.
"Miss Qu Qingcheng, lie down on the front of the bed!" Qin Luo rolled up his sleeves and ordered.
"Do you want to take off your clothes?" Qu Qingcheng asked casually as he walked towards the bed.
"It's up to you!" Qin Luo replied nonchalantly.
Qu Qingcheng paused, but he didn't expect Qin Luo to give such an answer.
Which man wouldn’t want to take a closer look at his beautiful body? The little man in front of him actually said, “It’s up to you.”
Qu Qingcheng couldn't help but take a serious look at Qin Luo.
But he was surprised to find that the young doctor in front of him looked young, but his eyes looked mature and sophisticated.
That profound gaze seems to be able to see through everything in the world.
"What a special little man!"
Qu Qingcheng sighed inwardly, but also lay down on his large bed fully clothed.
Since Qin Luo said that wearing clothes would not affect him, Qu Qingcheng could not take the initiative to take off his clothes.
However, even though she was wearing clothes, as soon as Qu Qingcheng lay down, her exquisite figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Luo, exuding an ultimate allure.
Qin Luo suppressed the restlessness in his body, stretched out his hands, and supported Qu Qingcheng's delicate white feet.
Start from the feet and work your way up, massaging away.
The moment Qin Luo touched his jade feet, Qu Qingcheng trembled slightly all over.
My body is the dream of countless men, but it is a restricted area for men. No one has ever touched my feet.
He glanced at Qin Luo secretly, but the little man was not squinting at the moment.
Those warm hands, whether pushing, kneading, tapping, or pressing, seemed to have magical powers, causing a throbbing in the deepest part of Qu Qingcheng's body.
Qu Qingcheng immediately trembled, and a soft hum was about to blurt out. He immediately closed his mouth and tried his best to hold it in.