flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Chapter 38 The little lady cured Ming Yi

Qin Min felt that there were too many people in the house, so he simply stood outside the door, his body chilled by the strong wind.

She was thinking about whether to go back to the thatched hut and drink soup comfortably in bed while no one was paying attention to her.

Turning his head, he met Uncle Liang's gaze.

She blinked and said with a smile: "Is there even a need to talk about it? It must be Uncle Liang who gave Mingyi the injection, and the effect will be achieved, so Mingyi will get better."

Liang Bo just stopped talking about what he wanted to say, with confusion and hesitation showing on his face, is that so?

"Young lady is right." The others praised: "No one else can cure Mingyi, it has to be Uncle Liang. The descendants of imperial doctors are different, Uncle Liang is really amazing!"

Thunder rumbled suddenly outside the house, and it rained heavily suddenly.

The people in the room quickly stood up a little.

Qin Min had no choice but to enter the house and closed the door to block the wind and rain outside.

It's just that there is a faint chill deep in the body, as if he has caught a cold.

But Uncle Liang felt more and more wrong the more he thought about it, he frowned and shook his head.

"No, it's not the first time Mingyi has used this set of acupuncture. It didn't work at all before."

Qin Min shook his head, and persuaded in a gentle voice: "Uncle Liang, don't belittle yourself, maybe it's just a drop of water, slowly accumulating, and suddenly it will be fine."

Others only felt that the little lady was right.

Uncle Liang has worked so hard for Mingyi's illness all these years, so it's natural that his intentions will live up to everyone, and God has also come to help.

Uncle Liang pondered for a while, but turned to look at Qin Min, "Little lady, I have something to ask you."

Qin Min's expression remained unchanged, "If you want to ask Uncle Liang, just ask, I will know everything."

She did it in a secretive enough way, wouldn't she still be suspicious, right?

Uncle Liang's throat rolled, and embarrassment flashed across his face, "I have observed your massage technique for Mingyi these days, it is very strange, I wonder where you learned it from?"

Ordinary people will just pinch their hands and feet casually and press them randomly.

But the little lady will follow the eight meridians carefully, and the strength and position of each fingering are very particular, very delicate.

His old face was flushed, and he quickly explained: "Hey, I didn't want to steal a lesson, but I just took a second look because you seem to be exquisite in your technique."

He really wanted to learn by stealing.

Did not learn.

Too complicated.

Qin Min smiled and said in a warm voice, "My husband is weak and always tossing and turning at night. I felt distressed when I saw it, so I went to ask an old man in Yunyou, and asked him to give me a way. It’s my massage technique.”

She paused for a moment, then said puzzledly: "Why did Uncle Liang ask this? Is there something wrong with my pressing?"

Uncle Liang was envious of the little lady's adventure from the bottom of his heart. This kind of massage technique is the skill of the insiders, and he would not easily teach it to others.

The little lady was afraid that she begged the old man many times for her husband's sake, and then she was so sincere that she could be as good as gold and stone.

Uncle Liang sighed, and said, "I guess, it's your massage technique that made Mingyi feel better."

The others were startled when they heard the words, Uncle Liang was right, was it the little lady who made Mingyi get better? ?

Seeing his serious face, Qin Min froze for a moment, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

Although she didn't cure Fu Mingyi with massage, Uncle Liang was right.

Uncle Liang looked at her in a daze, as if he didn't believe that a woman like him could do such a great thing.

He explained rationally: "The acupuncture and medicinal soup I have used recently are undoubtedly the same as before. If they are effective, Mingyi will not be lying down until now. If there is anything different from before, it is you, little lady. Here it is, little lady, your massage technique has worked."

Qin Min showed some hesitation, "...Really?"

The others followed in confusion: "Just one click and it will be all right?"

Uncle Liang sighed inscrutably: "The structure of the human body is so exquisite. We haven't been able to understand one or two things, so how do we know we can't?"

Seeing what he said, Qin Min didn't say anything more, and immediately smiled slightly, "I didn't expect that I could help Mingyi to recover by pressing a few times by mistake, and it's really great."

The others looked at Qin Min with daze on their faces.

Fu Mingyi has been paralyzed for so long, took so many medicines, and used so many methods to no avail, but she was massaged by the little lady.

They actually used a bag of rice to exchange a young lady with such abilities, what a stroke of luck.

It's still raining heavily outside the house, and I don't know when it will stop.

After Fu Mingyi finished eating the meatloaf soup, she fell asleep in a daze, completely ignoring the people in the room in front of her.

Knowing that Mingyi was getting better, the others felt relieved and went back to their houses in the rain.

Only Fu Minglai and Qin Min were left in the room.

Just as Qin Min was imagining other people rushing into the rain, his arms were suddenly caught, and he stopped in place for an instant, unable to move.

She turned her head and saw Fu Minglai's cold face, showing some confusion, "What's wrong?"

Fu Minglai frowned slightly, "What are you going to do?"

"Go back to the house."

Fu Minglai looked at her blushing face, and reached out to touch her forehead.

really……

"You have a fever."

Qin Min only felt a chill in his body, as if the bones were exuding coldness, and smiled reluctantly: "Maybe it's a bit of cold, just sleep."

Fu Minglai said softly, "You wait here."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and opened the door, and rushed into the rain. The huge rain curtain quickly submerged his figure.

Qin Min couldn't help shivering when he saw the icy downpour.

Fu Minglai came back soon, holding a few leaves that looked like plantain leaves with his whole body wet, and standing by the door, he folded those leaves into a large piece.

Qin Min glanced at him, feeling like he was watching an age-restricted movie.

His whole body was drenched by the rain, and the sackcloth was half-permeable, clinging to his body, showing off his muscular muscles unreservedly.

After Fu Minglai finished folding the leaves, he said calmly, "We are all rough people, we don't have oil-paper umbrellas, so you can use this to cover your way back."

Qin Min saw that the leaves were much wider than ordinary modern umbrellas, able to cover her from the wind and rain.

Her eyes couldn't help but brighten up, "This is too good."

Fu Minglai thought she would dislike it and not want to use it, but hearing the genuine joy in her voice, he couldn't help but pause, and said, "You can do whatever you want."

Given enough time, he could do better if he picked better leaves.

Qin Min took the big leaf with a smile, and said happily: "Then you are too good, I think this is good enough."

Fu Minglai looked at her lightly with lowered eyes.

That blushing little face became brighter and brighter because of the undisguised joy.

The voice was a little low, "Go back and have a good sleep."

Qin Min responded with a smile, took the big leaf on his head, and ran into the rain.

As he walked, water splashed everywhere, and the corners of his clothes swayed.

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