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Chapter 232 I have to admit that the young master's medical skills are amazing

"My son will cure you so that you can continue playing the piano."

Ye Xiuyan came forward slowly with a confident mind.

"I'll go, this is too ridiculous."

"A child actually said to give Master Qin a diagnosis and treatment."

"What a big breath."

"Will he heal?"

"How important is Master Qin's arm, how can he be easily touched."

"That's right, Master Qin is the pillar of our Xianlefang, there must be no mistakes."

"Just kidding."

The dancers whispered to each other, some were concerned about Master Qin, and more were doubts about medical skills.

Ye Xiuyan frowned, and said unceremoniously: "There are too many people here, I need a quiet environment."

"Go out!"

Yin Jiutang's brows darkened, and she drove all the noisy idlers out of the lounge.

The dancers were somewhat afraid of the hall master, they all shut their mouths and slipped outside the door.

Yin Jiutang closed the door with a bang, cutting off all the chaos.

The rest room became quiet, Ye Xiuyan nodded in satisfaction, comforted Qin Zhilan a few words, and checked her injuries with internal vision.

Qin Zhilan was indeed seriously injured. The bones of her right arm were broken, the ligaments were strained, and the muscles were red and swollen. Fortunately, it was not a comminuted fracture.

Ye Xiuyan understood it, took out the medicine box from the storage ring, and set bones for it.

Her movements are snappy.

Qin Zhilan just exclaimed, she had already bent her hanging arm, laid it flat on her chest, applied ointment, splint, and bandage.

Finally, a white bandage was used to make a sling and hung around her neck.

Although it is not beautiful, Qin Zhilan has to admit that the young master's medical skills are unparalleled.

She could only cry out in pain at the first moment.After that, I saw a pair of hands shaking non-stop in front of my eyes, and the pain gradually disappeared.

At the end, the moment the bandage was hung around the neck, the arm was miraculously no pain at all.

"Use a bamboo chopstick every day, poke a little ointment through the gap, and apply it to the red and swollen area immediately, without removing the bandage."

Ye Xiuyan warned softly: "Rest more recently, don't exercise strenuously, and don't play the piano, and recover immediately in half a month."

Qin Zhilan's eyes showed surprise: "Will it be better in half a month?"

"If you follow the doctor's orders, you can."

Ye Xiuyan looked at her sideways, with a smile that was not a smile: "If someone is disobedient and insists on playing the piano bravely, resulting in a relapse of the injury and a crippled arm, there is nothing I can do about it."

"I promise, I won't play it."

Qin Zhilan has passed her forty years, and she claims to be used to seeing the ways of the world, but for some reason, in the glint in the young master's eyes, she sees the concern similar to that of her elders.

Maybe it was her eyesight.

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She is not dazzled.

The young master in front of him indeed found the shadow of his old friend in her.

More or less, there is a feeling that things are right and people are wrong.

"I like obedient patients."

Ye Xiuyan smiled, packed the medicine box, and planned to leave.

"Master Qin."

"How's your arm?"

"Does it still hurt?"

The dancing girls who were waiting outside saw the door open and surrounded them in unison.

"It's all right now, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Qin Zhilan glanced at the young master who was standing with his hands behind his back, with a condensed small face, and sincerely praised: "Young master's medical skills are excellent, which is comparable to ordinary people."

"Really?"

"He's really good at medicine."

"It's really cured?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

The dancers were inexplicably astonished, and a dozen eyes turned to Ye Xiuyan in unison.

(End of this chapter)