Wan Yunting asked while massaging Nie Shengrong's head with internal energy.
"Well, I feel like my head doesn't hurt so much anymore."
Nie Shengrong's eyes lit up. Within five minutes of being massaged by Wan Yunting using Tai Ding Acupuncture, he clearly felt that his headache was relieved, and the effect was immediate.
"That's great, as long as it works..."
When Nie Jiantao, Nie Yuqing and other members of the Nie family saw that Wan Yunting's treatment was effective, they couldn't help but praise: "Doctor Wan is really a master of rejuvenation. Compared with the old Chinese medicine doctors who came here before, his level is so high."
Huang Hongying and the chief professors of the military hospital standing nearby also nodded and secretly acknowledged Wan Yunting's medical skills.
Wan Yunting kept massaging Nie Shengrong's head with both hands and said with a smile: "Actually, those pieces of shrapnel pressed some nerves and blood vessels in the old man's brain, causing the pain to worsen. I used acupuncture to open up the old man's head first.
A few acupoints and dredging the meridians can relieve the pain."
"Indeed."
Huang Hongying nodded, but looked at Wan Yunting's massage technique and said, "But not many people can do your massage technique."
Wan Yunting smiled and said: "Dean Huang should know the masters of the family, right?"
Nie Shengrong's face was startled and he asked: "Young man, have you ever learned internal martial arts?"
Nie Xiaoyu said: "Doctor Wan seems to be the master of Wuliang Taoist Temple, a martial arts sect, right?"
Wan Yunting looked back at Nie Xiaoyu, nodded and smiled: "It used to be, but not anymore."
Nie Shengrong smiled and said: "No wonder the way you massage me is so hot. It's different from others massaging me. Your massage is more comfortable and relieves pain."
Wan Yunting said: "I use the internal energy to move my hands, so that the massage can more effectively clear your blocked acupuncture points and meridians."
Huang Hongying said: "Traditional Chinese medicine and martial arts are inseparable. It's a pity that my talent is not good enough and I can't control the qi in the inner martial arts!"
Wan Yunting turned to look at her and smiled, without saying anything else, and continued to massage Nie Shengrong for ten minutes. The more the old man was pressed, his face became more and more rosy, and his energy suddenly improved.
He said very happily: "You can do it, young man. I don't even feel the headache now and I feel energetic."
"Master, don't move for now, I'll pull out the silver needle for you."
Wan Yunting stopped the massage, pulled out the silver needles from the acupuncture points on Nie Shengrong's head, took back the needle box, and said with a smile: "Let's go here tonight, I will come back tomorrow to continue the acupuncture treatment for you, a few courses will be enough
Your head will not be as painful as before.”
"Okay, okay, thank you, young man."
After the pain in his head disappeared, Nie Shengrong couldn't help but get out of bed and move around. Nie Xiaoyu and grandma Cao Yumei wanted to help him, but he waved them away: "It's okay. I'm very energetic now. Let's go to the living room to drink tea first."
Bar."
"Dad, what time is it and we still have tea?"
Nie Jiantao said.
Nie Shengrong turned to glare at him and pointed at Wan Yunting who was packing the needle box: "The guests are here, so you can't make a pot of tea to entertain them."
Nie Jiantao had no choice but to smile helplessly, and asked Wan Yunting and Huang Hongying to follow the old man out. He sat down in front of the coffee table in the living room, and Wan Yunting, who was carrying the medicine box, opened it: "Old man, let me write you a prescription.
"
"good."
Nie Shengrong made the tea himself, then thought of something and smiled at Wan Yunting: "Young man, how about writing me a prescription with a brush?"
Wan Yunting, who was taking out a pen and paper, was startled. He held up the ballpoint pen in his hand and said with a smile, "I didn't bring a writing brush."
"I have it."
Nie Shengrong was excited and immediately said to Cao Jiantao: "Go to calligraphy to get pens and ink."
Seeing this, Wan Yunting smiled and nodded. When Cao Jiantao took out the pen and ink, he was about to write. Nie Shengrong said again: "Write in thin gold style."
Wan Yunting turned to look at him, smiled and nodded, holding the brush in his right hand, pressing the paper with his left hand, and started writing in thin gold style...
Nie Shengrong couldn't help but get up and look over. His sharp old eyes suddenly widened. He stared intently at the thin gold body written by Wan Yunting. He couldn't help but praise: "The pen is agile and fast, and the handwriting is thin and strong. It is thin without losing its flesh.
He is also sharp-edged and his writing is powerful. He really has the demeanor of a king and good calligraphy!"
Hearing the old man praising Wan Yunting's calligraphy, Nie Jiantao, Nie Xiaoyu and other Nie family members, as well as Huang Hongying, all just came over to look at Wan Yunting's thin gold calligraphy...
Although they don't know calligraphy, Wan Yunting's calligraphy is really amazing at first sight.
After writing the prescription, Wan Yunting took out the ink pad and small seal from the medicine box, and stamped his name on the prescription. Nie Shengrong's hand immediately picked up the prescription: "Let me take a look..."
The Nie family is a military family. They are in the army on weekdays, so they don't know Wan Yunting well. Only Nie Xiaoyu was very impressed by Wan Yunting because of the disaster relief last year.
But Nie Shengrong had already heard of Wan Yunting because he won the Lanting Award calligraphy competition last year.
Now living a retired life, Nie Shengrong, in addition to taking care of his great-grandson, occasionally studies calligraphy at home. Although he cannot compare with those so-called masters of calligraphy, he is still quite successful.
Ever since he saw Wan Yunting's calligraphy on the news, Nie Shengrong loved his calligraphy very much. Whether it was Wan Yunting's thin gold style or the wild cursive style, he felt that there was an air of kingship in his calligraphy, which made Nie Shengrong very fond of it.
appreciate.
However, the outside world has speculated that his calligraphy has been priced at hundreds of millions, and since Wan Yunting rarely writes calligraphy and has leaked to the outside world, Nie Shengrong naturally has no chance to see his calligraphy with his own eyes.
Now he was holding the prescription written in thin gold by Wan Yunting in his hand. The ink was not dry yet, but Nie Shengrong's old face was as excited as if he had found a treasure. He admired it and said: "It's really comparable to the modern Song Dynasty Huizong. Young man, your calligraphy is so good."
That’s great.”
Wan Yunting said with a smile: "Thank you, old man. I can see that you are very knowledgeable about calligraphy."
Speaking of himself, Nie Shengrong felt a little embarrassed. Grandma Cao Yumei complained and laughed: "He doesn't know anything about calligraphy. He just works behind closed doors to amuse himself."
Wan Yunting pointed to a piece of calligraphy hanging on the two walls next to the TV cabinet in the living room and said with a smile: "That calligraphy was written by the old man. I think the writing is quite good, not inferior to those calligraphy experts."
"Haha, don't praise me like that."
Nie Shengrong sat down. Although he knew it was a compliment, he was still very happy and said: "Comparing my words with yours, there is a huge difference."
These words made everyone in the Nie family laugh. Nie Xiaoyu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Grandpa, you are self-aware."
Wan Yunting pointed to the prescription in his hand and said: "Old man, you'd better take the medicine according to the prescription first, cooperate with my acupuncture treatment, and try a few courses to see the effect."
"Okay, okay, anyway, doctor, I, the patient, will listen to you."
Nie Shengrong, who felt like he had found a treasure, could not bear to put down the prescription in his hands, making Nie Jiantao and the others laugh and shake their heads...
Wan Yunting stayed at Nie's house for more than half an hour before he was driven out of Haiding District by Nie Xiaoyu himself. He ran towards his home and turned to look at Wan Yunting sitting in the passenger seat. Nie Xiaoyu said
: "Thank you for tonight."
"You're welcome, Sir Nie."
Wan Yunting turned to look at her, smiled and waved his hand.
Nie Xiaoyu nodded and continued to drive, but there was no sound anymore...
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit dry. The bored Wan Yunting had no choice but to watch the news on his mobile phone to relieve his boredom. He suddenly saw an official news, which was about a new type of virus that broke out in Mali, Africa. It was called Red Devil Infection in Chinese.
The virus has killed many people in Africa.
At the same time, the Chinese peacekeeping force was stationed in Mali State, and the outbreak of the Red Devil virus also harmed the soldiers of the peacekeeping force, and several soldiers have even been infected with the virus.
Wan Yunting, who saw the news, said with emotion: "You soldiers have worked very hard, and you even went to station in Africa. Now you are infected with this red devil virus. It seems to be quite serious."
Nie Xiaoyu, who was driving, nodded and said: "Now someone in the army is infected with this virus, and many domestic experts have been sent to study and conquer this Red Devil-infected virus. Well, Dean Huang will come with us in a few days!"
Wan Yunting was startled by these words. He turned to look at her and said, "Are you going to Africa?"
Nie Xiaoyu nodded and said: "I am in the peacekeeping force now. This time I went to Africa to replace the next group of people and return to China. I will set off next Monday. At the same time, I will protect Dean Huang and his group of medical experts. They went there just to study this red devil."
Infected with the virus.”
Wan Yunting looked at the news about the Red Devil being infected with the virus and said: "This virus is virulent, highly contagious and has a high mortality rate, similar to a plague."
Nie Xiaoyu said: "Many people in Ma Liguo are now infected with the Red Devil virus. Thousands of people have died in just a few days, and there are signs of infection to other people. So it is very serious, and the leaders above take it very seriously."
Wan Yunting put down his cell phone and said: "With Dean Huang and his professional scientific research team here, they will definitely be able to develop medicine to fight against the Red Devil virus soon."
Nie Xiaoyu nodded and said, "I hope so."
As they spoke, the two stopped again, but Wan Yunting didn't feel anything.
After all, the two of them are not familiar with each other. This is their second meeting, so it is normal for them not to know what to talk about.
You can't ask Nie Xiaoyu about the unspeakable secret operations of the peacekeeping force.
Soon Nie Xiaoyu's car stopped at Ouyang Mansion. Wan Yunting got out of the car with the medicine box and said with a smile: "Then I'll go there in the afternoon."
"Okay, I'll pick you up then."
Nie Xiaoyu said.
Wan Yunting waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't bother me, I can just go there myself."
"Okay, it's troublesome."
Nie Xiaoyu stood beside the car and thanked him again.
Wan Yunting smiled and waved to her: "Go back."
Nie Xiaoyu nodded and watched Wan Yunting enter the door before she got in the car. Then her cell phone rang and she saw it was Huang Hongying calling. This made Nie Xiaoyu raise her eyebrows in confusion. She didn't know why Sister Hongying called her.
, then answered the phone in confusion: "Sister Hongying, have you gone back?"
"Well, I'm at the hospital."
Huang Hongying, who had returned to the hospital at this moment, asked without any nonsense: "When will Dr. Wan go to treat your grandfather tomorrow?"
Nie Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Sister Hongying will ask about this tomorrow afternoon?"
"I'll go over there tomorrow afternoon, and I'll talk to you then. I'm having a meeting with the director now, so that's it for now."
As Huang Hongying said, Nie Xiaoyu hummed in confusion and hung up the phone. She didn't know what Huang Hongying wanted to do...