You Are My Rare Passion

Chapter 1765

Seeing Yue ya'er enter the door, his eyes lit up: "aunt ya'er, come and help me see my grandfather!"

Mr. Qi, who had been lying on the sofa, struggled to sit up when he saw the crowd coming in.

Qi wangze helped him.

Qilian, standing beside the sofa, was also trying to help, and was snapped away by the angry old man Qi.

Beside the sofa stood an old man and a middle-aged man.

The old one patted him, "you stand back, don't make your father angry."

Qilian is embarrassed to touch his nose, standing still.

Yue ya'er goes over with he Yumeng.

Seeing Yue ya'er's splinted arms, the old and middle-aged people could not help but step back.

Yue ya'er walks up to Mr. Qi and sees that Mr. Qi's face is pale and his breath is short. The situation doesn't look very good, but it's much better than last time.

"It's OK. It's not serious," she said gently, touching Qi wangze's head with her uninjured hand. "Don't cry. Aunt ya'er will help your grandfather treat him, OK?"

Qi wangze nodded.

Yue ya'er helps master Qi with his left hand, and then he looks, hears and inquires carefully.

After that, she asked Mr. Qi to lie down on his back and open the first aid box. She pointed to a acupoint and he yumengzha for a degree.

After ligation, the needle was stopped for 15 minutes.

Everyone can see that Mr. Qi's face becomes ruddy gradually with the speed visible to the naked eye, and his chest no longer undulates violently due to shortness of breath, but gradually becomes soothing.

Qi wangze, who has been tensing a string and crying, finally put down his heart and slowly stopped crying.

When Yue ya'er instructs He Yu to tie the needle, the old man standing beside Qilian always looks at him without blinking.

Fifteen minutes after stopping the injection, he saw that Qi's symptoms had changed significantly, and his face was filled with amazement.

A moment later, he thought of something and glared at the middle-aged man standing beside him.

The middle-aged man's face was full of regret and remorse, sighing and shaking his head.

Yue ya'er asks he Yumeng to take off the silver needle and prick his head for master Qi.

Stop the needle again for 15 minutes and remove it.

At this time, Mr. Qi seemed to be no different from normal people except that he was haggard and weak.

No one can see that half an hour ago, he was like a fish suffering from lack of oxygen. He tried his best to breathe, but he was still out of breath.

Qi wangze excitedly pours on the old man Qi, hugs his waist and sobs in a low voice.

Mr. Qi lowered his head and looked at him lovingly. His eyes were full of sadness.

Yue ya'er looked at him and said, "Uncle Qi, although needling can relieve your symptoms, if you always get sick like this, it's still very harmful. You should try your best to control your mood and be less angry."

"It's all your fault!" Xiaoshumiao'er suddenly breaks out, rushes to the front of Qilian Mountain, gives him a hard push, stares at Qilian Mountain, and asks: "Ze Ze is very good at studying in our school. Why do you want to transfer Ze to another school? If grandfather Qi doesn't transfer to Zeze, you will quarrel with grandfather Qi, which makes him sick and makes Zeze cry. You are a bad guy! "

Xiaoshumiao's strength is not big, but Qilian is unprepared. Lengbuding is pushed by xiaoshumiao, and his foot is still reeling, almost falling.

He gave a dry smile, with an awkward expression on his face.

If an ordinary child pushed him, he would have yelled with a straight face.

But he can't stir up a young tree.