Doctor Ren Gao had been holding the scalpel for six hours, and now she was giving Gao Zheng moxibustion with herbs. However, she, a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, was planning to run away.
well.
Lin Min sighed in his heart.
Working hard, no luck to rest.
With this thought in her mind, she didn't move.
In fact, the main reason is that Gao Zheng's aura is too strong. In addition, it is always a bit embarrassing to give a man moxibustion on his navel.
Although there is no male or female in the patient's eyes.
But...as a married woman, she must have the consciousness of a married woman.
This era is always less open than later generations.
Lin Min was very torn, not knowing whether she should pretend to be dead and not hear, or considerately replace Dr. Gao.
"Sister, it's hot."
When Gao Zheng reminded Gao Lan again, Lin Min couldn't turn a deaf ear, so she could only walk over and said, "Doctor Gao, let me do it."
Gao Lan was really tired. She was rejected twice by her younger brother. Her mentality was a bit broken. The more she panicked, the more inappropriate moxibustion became.
Lin Min came over to replace her, and she handed the moxibustion stick to Lin Min and said apologetically, "Xiao Lin, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Lin Min smiled politely, "It's okay, it should be."
Lin Min did not dare to sit on Gao Zheng's bed. She brought a chair over and sat down. Looking at the hideous scars on Gao Zheng's upper body, her heart trembled again.
His face was always calm, with no unnecessary expression.
Start focusing on fumigation and moxibustion.
Gao Lan didn't go to rest either, sitting on a chair nearby and waiting.
None of the three people spoke. The gloomy room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
After a while, Gao Zheng suddenly said, "Is Jingchuan here?"
Lin Min, who was holding the medicinal moxibustion stick attentively, reacted a little too late, "Ah? I haven't called to ask yet."
Gao Zheng didn't answer the call again.
He slowly closed his eyes.
As soon as his sharp eagle eyes closed, Lin Min's tense back slowly relaxed.
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Li Qiumei was carrying a nylon bag with the 80 yuan salary from the Sichuan restaurant on her body, planning to join her old employer.
The changes in Bincheng were so great that she stood on the street with a confused look on her face, unable to find the Tang family where she worked twenty years ago.
She could only reluctantly pay for a taxi, tell the driver the address, and ask the driver to take her there.
Li Qiumei spent several yuan and took the taxi for more than half an hour. The taxi stopped in an elegant residential area south of Bincheng.
This area is all independent residential courtyards, single-family homes, and the environment is very quiet.
Li Qiumei got out of the car and looked at the surrounding environment.
It seems familiar and yet strange.
The surrounding buildings have changed.
The front door of the Tang family is still the same as it was five years ago.
That's right, when she came to Bincheng to find Tang Jingshu five years ago, she coaxed the young Tang Jingshu into leading her to the place where Mrs. Tang lived.
At that time, she just thought that if one day she heard news about that person, she would come to Bincheng and find him in time.
Li Qiumei walked around again and again, and finally hesitantly stepped forward to knock on the door.
She knocked on the door several times and waited at the door for two minutes before someone finally opened the door.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman with short hair, wearing a very old-fashioned blue cotton-padded jacket. She looked at the strange woman at the door and asked in a cold tone, "Who are you looking for?"
Li Qiumei first glanced through the open door and then asked, "Is this the Tang family here?"
"Yeah, who are you?" Aunt Wang, the nanny of the Tang family, continued to look at her and asked.
That's right, it's the Tang family.
Li Qiumei found someone and finally felt more at ease. She replied enthusiastically, "I'm looking for Mrs. Tang."
"Mrs. Tang? Old lady or Sister Yun?" Where are the two Mrs. Tangs at home?
"Ah? Sister Yun?" Li Qiumei thought for a moment before remembering who the woman in front of her said was Sister Yun.
The second eldest son of the Tang family, Tang Jianye's daughter-in-law, she had met before.
Li Qiumei smiled and said, "I'm looking for the old lady, Aunt Tang."
"Who are you? What do you want to do with the old lady?" Aunt Wang made a face, not very happy to let this woman in.
This rustic woman with a foreign accent, her eyes were wandering, and she didn't feel like a good person.
Li Qiumei replied proudly, "I am Aunt Tang's former nanny."
Aunt Wang's expression froze. Former nanny?
Then it's even more impossible to put it in.
Are you here to compete with her for her job?
"You went to the wrong door." Aunt Wang said coldly, and with a strong hand, she tried to close the door.
Li Qiumei is not that stupid. Just now this woman asked her whether she was looking for the old lady or Sister Yun. As soon as she said that she was the Tang family's former nanny, she turned around and said she was in the wrong place.
Door.
Li Qiumei pushed the door that was about to be closed and held a nylon bag in one hand, trying to squeeze in. "I didn't go to the wrong door. I have something to see Aunt Tang."
"This is not a place for you to make noise. I told you that you went to the wrong door."
Aunt Wang blocked the door and refused to give in.
The old lady had problems with her recently...
Wait, could it be that the old lady had some objections to her and secretly called her former nanny over...
The old woman is so scheming, Aunt Wang felt a sense of crisis.
When she thought that she was recruited by Sister Yun and that they were related, she felt confident again.
Two middle-aged women were pushing and shoving at the door, alarming old Mrs. Tang who was sunbathing in the yard.
"Xiao Wang, who is at the door? Why are you mumbling if you don't want anyone to come in?" Old Mrs. Tang held a small cat in her arms and was wearing a thick satin cotton-padded jacket, sitting on a table.
There was a blanket covering the legs on the wooden chair, which was very comfortable.
She saw the nanny at home going to open the door. No one came for a long time. There was a sound of voices at the door. She couldn't make out who it was. She shouted in the direction of the door in an unhappy tone.
road.
The Tang family lived in a quaint old courtyard. In the past two years, Tang Jianye went to work and made some money. He designed and built a duplex villa building in the old courtyard, and also built a garden and courtyard.
It's not too big, but the design is beautiful and beautiful.
Li Qiumei heard the old lady's voice faintly coming from the yard. Although so many years had passed, she still recognized that it was the voice of her old boss Aunt Tang. She didn't
Out of courtesy, she stretched her neck and shouted, "Aunt Tang, it's me, I'm Xiao Li."
Li Qiumei shouted at the top of her lungs, and Aunt Wang's attempts to stop her were in vain.
Her face was ashen and she could only step aside resignedly.
Li Qiumei took the opportunity to carry her colorful nylon bag and rushed into the door like a fly.
She went straight in along a path with green pines on both sides, turned a corner, and arrived at the small garden. Then she saw the graceful and wealthy man sitting on a wooden chair next to the garden.
old lady.
The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and his withered hands were stroking the little cat in his arms.
Li Qiumei stood there, looking at her, and her eyes instantly became wet. She hadn't seen her for twenty years, and her old club's black hair had now turned into silver.
old!
"Aunt Tang." Li Qiumei looked at her, her voice choked up, and she shouted.
Mrs. Tang was stroking the cat in her arms, and when she heard a strange voice calling her, she slowly raised her head and looked over.