Qujiang Railway Station is packed with people and is extremely crowded, which is completely in line with China's consistent slogan - there is strength in numbers.
Zhang Yang sighed for a while, and suddenly realized that he hadn't gotten the train ticket to Donghai yet!
Go to school to register, and then slowly check for news about your parents.
After all, if you only have one jade gourd, you will undoubtedly be looking for a needle in a haystack. It just depends on luck.
Fortunately, he was sure that his master and uncle would not let him go on the journey so easily, otherwise he might have to beg to report to Donghai Medical University.
Thinking of this, the feeling of apologizing for teasing the two elders with itching powder faded away.
Zhang Yang used his movement skills to drift with the flow, and finally opened a passage between the crowds of people, and found the ticket window to Donghai City.
There were several times when he had close contact with several beautiful and plump female benefactors, which made him uncontrollably distracted and ready to act. He recited countless Qingxin mantras and finally suppressed his desires.
"The tickets are sold out, just wait until tomorrow."
"No, what a coincidence?" Zhang Yang looked bitter.
"Little brother, it's such a coincidence!"
The heavily made-up conductor's cold words with a touch of sarcasm made Zhang Yang feel helpless.
I looked at the registration deadline on the letter of introduction, which is tomorrow, and I didn’t have enough time.
Alas, the only option is to evade the fare.
However, Zhang Yang still wanted to fight for it again.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling of vomiting in his heart, and put on a smile: "Sister, I'm going to register for school. I won't be able to make it in time tomorrow."
The conductor was in his early forties, and he obviously didn't expect that he would be called sister by a teenage boy, and he was such a handsome boy.
He was stunned for a moment, then immediately put on a rather enthusiastic smile.
"I'm sorry, little brother, the tickets are sold out just because there are so many people signing up to go to school. There's nothing I can do for you."
Now is the time to register for university. As the most developed first-tier city in China, Donghai City is an international metropolis with a rich cultural atmosphere and many universities.
At this time of year, students and their parents come together and many of them have booked their tickets early. There are very few tickets left, so the tickets naturally sell out very quickly.
Looking at the conductor's expression, Zhang Yang knew there was really no hope, so he reluctantly said thank you and turned around silently.
Suddenly, the fragrance came and seemed to hit someone.
Soft and extremely elastic...
Excellent!
"Ouch! You...you don't watch your steps when you walk, and you hurt people!"
The cry was clear and sweet, with a hint of reproach, but the look on his face was more of pain.
Zhang Yang looked up in a hurry and saw a twenty-four or five-year-old woman frowning and complaining, with one hand subconsciously rubbing the huge mountain on her chest.
With a model figure of 1.7 meters, her figure is perfectly outlined in a black flight attendant uniform. With her pretty and charming face, she is as charming as a fairy.
The bulging peaks were about to burst his shirt. Thinking back to the feeling just now, Zhang Yang had the urge to make another mistake.
After a brief moment of confusion, Zhang Yang suppressed the impulse and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."
At the end, he did not forget to praise: "Sister, you are so beautiful."
What Zhang Yang said was sincere, and combined with his peasant boy's attire and simple appearance, it was very convincing.
The female benefactor in front of me is more than ten times more beautiful than the masters at Qingyi Temple in Danxia Mountain. She is also younger and knows how to dress up better.
Those lips and face are not inferior to those of female stars on TV.
"Don't be such a mouthful, who is your sister? Huh, why don't you look more careful when you walk?"
The originally angry woman suddenly blushed and spat lightly.
Her hand that was originally rubbing her breasts was subconsciously covering her lower abdomen, and she glared at Zhang Yang angrily.
A beauty is a beauty, even when she is angry she looks so good.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but stare at the woman again, wanting to engrave her voice, appearance, and smile deep in his memory.
The woman's name is Wen Lan, and she is also a famous beauty flight attendant online. She is naturally very confident in her figure and appearance.
Although Zhang Yang's expression was sincere, his compliments still couldn't dispel the anger in his heart.
Besides, women feel uncomfortable for a few days every month, especially Wen Lan.
In the past two days, the pain in her lower abdomen made her inexplicably irritable and uneasy. She was hit by Zhang Yang just now, which made her even more uncomfortable. Of course, she didn't look good.
Seeing Wen Lan's painful expression and her complexion, Zhang Yang understood something for a moment.
"Sister, you have strong deficiency fire and endocrine disorders. Recently, you must feel weak in your limbs and dry mouth. During these few days of every month, you have a dull pain in your lower abdomen. It's particularly difficult, right?" Zhang Yang said seriously.
Although it is said that doctors do not knock on the door and do not preach lightly, Zhang Yang still couldn't help but want to take action.
"You...you're talking nonsense!" Wen Lan's pretty face turned red.
Although Zhang Yang guessed her reason, dysmenorrhea is still a bit difficult for a girl to talk about.
What's more, a man who was younger than her said it? Of course she couldn't lose face, so she denied it.
"Hehe, if this continues, the chloasma on your right face will continue to spread to the left face, and the color will deepen. In less than half a month, light makeup will not be able to cover it." Zhang Yang said half-truthfully.
said.
"You...how do you know?!" Wen Lan covered her right cheek and looked at Zhang Yang in surprise.
Seeing her so nervous, Zhang Yang believed in his judgment even more.
With a smile on his face, Zhang Yang said: "Sister, if you feel embarrassed, just think I'm talking nonsense."
"Tell me, how on earth do you know?" Wen Lan glanced around again, quietly approached and asked.
If it was just menstrual cramps, with Wen Lan's stubbornness, she would have just gritted her teeth and endured it and it would have passed.
However, what Zhang Yang said about Ban hit her weak spot.
A woman's love for beauty makes her begin to let go of her arrogant airs.
Just as Zhang Yang said, she had a chloasma the size of a coin on her face.
It was so light that you couldn't even see it if you didn't look carefully, but Wen Lan, who didn't like makeup, gritted her teeth and covered it up with foundation.
Zhang Yang hit the nail on the head. Not only did he point out the macular spots that she had carefully covered up, but he also said that they would spread. How could he not frighten her?
"I'm a doctor, of course I know." Zhang Yang curled his lips and looked like shit.
This somewhat funny look was not funny at all to Wen Lan.
"Are you a doctor? You won't lie to me, right?" Wen Lan looked at him and asked impatiently.
She is really afraid of the spread of macula, considering she is only twenty-four years old!
"Of course, if you don't believe me, just give me your hand and I'll take care of it for you."
For such a simple disease, Zhang Yang was very confident. She only needed to use the pulse-pulling method to treat her and get immediate results.
What's more, I accidentally bumped into someone just now, which aggravated my "sickness", so it would be nice to be able to help.
Originally, there were many options for Zhang Yang to choose from for this minor problem, but at the moment, regulating the pulse and regulating Qi is undoubtedly the most suitable.
The so-called pulse dialing method is to use the rhythm of true energy to trigger the resonance of blood vessels to achieve the effect of regulating the mind and regulating the energy.
"Don't lie to me, otherwise I won't be able to forgive you."
Seeing that his guess was very accurate, Wen Lan thought of giving it a try.
Although he said this, he stretched out his left hand.
She thought to herself, even if this kid was pretending to be a ghost, it was just to let him touch his hands, and she would not suffer much!
Besides, if this guy really wants to lie to me, he must look good!
"Right hand!"
"Can't do it with the left hand?" Wen Lan frowned.
"Have you never heard of men on the left and women on the right? You are a beauty, so of course you are on the right hand." Zhang Yang said seriously.
"All right!"
Wen Lan had no choice but to stretch out her right hand again.
Seeing Zhang Yang eagerly grabbing him, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Wen Lan's face, but she finally suppressed him.
Wen Lan's fingers were slender and slender, and his small hands were as soft as boneless. When he held them in his hands, he felt like warm jade, which made Zhang Yang feel a little moved.
However, he did not dare to study it too carefully, so he quickly calmed down and used Qi Luck Dantian.
After a breath, Zhang Yang completely put away his little bad thoughts and became calm.
Buzz!
Zhumen's true fire surged and quickly gathered in her hand. Under his guidance, it spread along her little hand to her whole body with the trembling fingers.
The true energy rushes into the body rhythmically, and Wen Lan feels as if she has received an electric shock.
For a moment, the entire bloodline felt like it was shaking, and it was indescribably uncomfortable.
But she gritted her teeth and persisted without screaming.
The next moment, everything became calm again.
The swelling, pain and tearing feeling disappeared, and it felt like a warm current was raging all over my body.
It's a little bulging, but more of a smooth and comfortable feeling.
It was numb and numb, like scratching an itch, and her whole body felt like bathing in the spring sunshine, which made Wen Lan almost sleep with comfort.
Suddenly, all the warm currents converged at the Tanzhong point on the chest and turned into a bolt of lightning that shot straight to the lower abdomen.
boom!
After a brief dizziness in Wen Lan's mind, the pain of falling just now disappeared.
The originally heavy feet felt as if they were stepping on cotton, giving them a light and airy feeling.
"Sister, how do you feel?"
After Zhang Yang wiped it lightly, he looked at the pretty and intoxicated Wen Lan and asked with a smirk.
"Okay...much better!" Wen Lan said with some unfinished meaning.
"Well, it's the first time I've tried it on a woman, and it looks good." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
His face covered with sweat beads showed pride. This was the first time he used the real Zhumen Talisman Medical Technique, and it went quite smoothly. It was a good start.
As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, this is undoubtedly a good sign, and Zhang Yang is even more confident.
"What?! First time." Wen Lan raised her voice slightly.
But as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she regretted them.
Sure enough, countless pairs of ambiguous eyes looked over...
"Yeah! It's my first time! It's guaranteed to be genuine!" Zhang Yang nodded seriously without thinking too much.
As for those ambiguous glances, he was completely ignored by his nerve.
Anyway, since arriving in Qujiang, the strange eyes around him have never left me.
Sure enough, being handsome is also a mistake!
Although he had learned many skills from his master and uncle, he had never truly completed a single treatment independently.
It's not that Zhang Yang is unsure, but the ones who are sick are all masters. Master and uncle are fighting for each other, so where will it be his turn?
"That's nonsense!" Wen Lan spat lightly with a black line on his face.
Although she admitted that the feeling just now was amazing, but since it was her first time, she felt like she had been a guinea pig, so naturally she couldn't control it.
"It's really the first time! I swear!" Zhang Yang raised his voice again for fear that Wen Lan wouldn't believe it.
His voice simply made Wen Lan feel ashamed.
At this moment, she wished she could tear Zhang Yang's nonsense to pieces and then find a crack in the ground to burrow into.
However, everyone around them was staring at them, so Wen Lan had no choice but to grit her teeth and pull Zhang Yang aside.
"The pulse-pulling method you used just now is actually Qigong! I didn't expect it to really exist. It feels so mysterious!"
"That's right!" Zhang Yang felt it was difficult to explain, so he replied casually.
"Sister, thank you this time." Wen Lan said sincerely.
Zhang Yang chuckled, waved his hand and said: "No, no! It's really a dream to be able to use it on my sister for the first time. It's me who should say thank you! This is the first time in my life that I have become a doctor independently!"
Unexpectedly, before Zhang Yang finished speaking, Wen Lan's smile froze on his face. (To be continued)