On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Chapter 22 I do it
Knowing that Zhou Sizhen was angry and that he had nothing to gain, Song Tang stuffed the treatment plan into his bag and left Zhou's house at night.

Song Tang couldn't contact Zhou Sitai, so he had to go to Tan Palace to try his luck, but he didn't expect that he was really there.

But when someone took her there, Zhou Si'ai was talking to someone in the living room, and Song Tang could only stand at a distance and wait.

Zhou Si'ai obviously saw her, but he pretended not to see her and chatted with his men for more than half an hour before letting her go.

"Miss Song, come in." The servant led Song Tang to the living room.

Zhou Sizhen leaned on the sofa uninhibitedly. He obviously encountered something unpleasant. His brows were slightly furrowed and he had a manic and depressive aura.

He took a cigarette, held it between his fingertips, and glanced at the lighter placed far away by the table, but had no intention of getting up to get it.

Song Tang stood aside and observed the situation. When he saw this, he reached for the lighter, leaned over and lit it in front of Zhou Sizhen.

But Zhou Sizhen moved the cigarette away, not wanting her to light it: "When did Miss Song learn to be humble and polite when meeting people?"

The lighter in Song Tang's hand was still burning, but it was unbearably hot at the moment, but Song Tang did not dare to let go: "Master Si, I'm sorry."

Zhou Silai glanced at her, and after a moment, he finally bit the cigarette to his lips. Seeing this, Song Tang immediately put the lighter closer to her, lit the cigarette, and then put the lighter down.

Zhou Si'ai exhaled a thin circle of smoke and waved to Song Tang: "Come here."

Song Tang sat over and was picked up by Zhou Sizhuo in his arms. After a while, Song Tang was covered in sweat from Zhou Sizhuo's hands.

Zhou Sitai changed his sitting position, and Song Tang collapsed on the sofa. Not long after, Zhou Sitai raised his arms and looked at her: "Where is your wild spirit?"

Song Tang could see the impatience in his eyes, and he was unfamiliar with the situation. Zhou Sitai was aroused and started to exercise without any seriousness. Not long after, Song Tang screamed in pain.

My whole hand was shaking.

Zhou Siyi turned her hand over and saw that the nail of her middle finger was full of blood and swollen.

"how did you make it?"

Song Tang didn't want to say anything, so he took his hand back and said, "I accidentally pricked him."

Zhou Sitai got up from the sofa and tied the buttons of his shirt with one hand: "Are you trying to gain sympathy by injuring yourself all day long?"

Song Tang sat up, put his clothes in order, and ignored Zhou Siyi.

Zhou Siyi hesitated to speak, and finally sneered, stood up and walked out: "Because you work so hard, I will take you to the seminar."

Song Tang raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Si's back, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

For a moment, she felt like she was being sold, and only her body could be exchanged for Zhou Si's reward.

Shaking her head, Song Tang laughed self-deprecatingly. She didn't even have freedom, so she still wanted to have sovereignty?

Following Zhou Sihui to the Chinese medicine seminar, Song Tang quickly forgot his worries and absorbed water like a sponge.

Seeing how invested she was in chatting with several Chinese medicine doctors, Zhou Sitai looked around casually. When he walked to a seat with bruises, Zhou Sitai stopped.

He picked up a bottle of medicinal wine and looked at it: "Is it useful?"

"If it doesn't work, I'll copy my sign upside down a thousand times!"

Zhou Situ glanced at the sign, put the medicinal wine in his pocket, and Han Cong followed behind to pay.

After walking around in a circle, it was not interesting, so Zhou Sizhen lazily sat down near Song Tang and watched her learn acupuncture.

At this time, Zhou Sihe's phone rang, and it was Liu Mian's call.

"Si Wei, are you angry with Yingying today?"

Zhou Silai turned his head and saw that Song Tang gave an injection and made an old Chinese doctor scream.

Funny: "Did she complain to you?"

"Yingying has the temper of a child, don't be like her."

Zhou Sihui said: "16 years old, not too young." Liu Mian: "..."

"Stop pricking, stop pricking!" An old man with a beard was pricked by Song Tang, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You are not meant to study Chinese medicine!"

Song Tang looked embarrassed: "Then I should switch to my left hand?"

"Not with either hand!"

Liu Mian heard the noise on the phone and wondered: "Si Wei, what are you doing? It sounds like there are a lot of people."

Zhou Sihui said: "Traditional Chinese Medicine Seminar."

"Why are you suddenly interested in Chinese medicine?"

Zhou Sitai: "We plan to recruit a few traditional Chinese medicine doctors to take charge of Chengbei Hospital."

Liu Mian said oh, and after chatting for a few words, she reminded Zhou Siyi not to forget to accompany her to the concert next month.

Zhou Si'ai hung up the phone, stood up and walked behind Song Tang.

After what Song Tang had done just now, no one was willing to talk to her now, and Song Tang felt a little aggrieved.

Just now, she had preliminarily determined Mr. Chen's treatment plan with several veteran Chinese medicine practitioners. The difficulty was that she had never been exposed to acupuncture and could not find the right way to perform acupuncture for the first time.

Song Tang looked at Zhou Sihui.

Zhou Sihui narrowed his eyes slightly: "Stop dreaming, I won't let you get stabbed."

Song Tang's loss was visible to the naked eye.

Just as Han Cong strolled over, looking here and there, Zhou Sihuo's lips curled up slightly and he stared at him.

Han Cong was pressed on the seat in front of Song Tang. Seeing the row of slender silver needles, Han Cong sweated on his head: "Miss Song, you will be fine if you study Western medicine. There is no need to study Chinese medicine..."

Zhou Siyi: "Relax, there are so many old Chinese doctors here, they will definitely be able to heal you."

Han Cong wanted to say: Then why don't you do it yourself!

Song Tang was bold and careful. Han Cong screamed when the first few needles were inserted. She observed Han Cong's reaction and patiently corrected the direction, angle and depth of the needle.

After a while, Han Cong stopped barking. He only gasped occasionally, and was still thinking about joking with Song Tang: "Miss Song, you have given me immunity."

After about a dozen injections, Song Tang stopped inserting them.

After all, Han Cong's life is also life.

After the traditional Chinese medicine seminar, Song Tang was sent back to Zhou's home by Zhou Sizhao.

After Song Tang got out of the car, Zhou Silai thought of something, lowered the window and threw a small bottle of something to Song Tang.

Song Tang caught it: "This is it?"

"Medicinal wine." Zhou Silu raised the car window and drove away without any hesitation.

Song Tang looked at the bottle of medicinal wine. After returning to his room, he casually applied the medicinal wine on his red and swollen knee. Not to mention, the medicinal wine was quite effective and the pain disappeared immediately after applying it.

Song Tang also had a peaceful sleep.

Two days later, the injury on Song Tang's hand was almost healed, and Xu Wanli called her over again.

Xu Wanli personally handed her a version of the small pills: "This is the medicine you used last time. You know how effective this medicine is. Find a way to get Zhou Siyi to take this, and then let him go to Liu Yingying." Room."

Song Tang didn't want to offend Zhou Siyi at all, so she struggled: "Auntie, Yingying is still too young..."

Xu Wanli sneered: "Are you feeling sorry for her instead? Okay, how about I have someone cut off one of your dad's fingers to see who is more pitiful?"

"Don't!" Song Tang stopped him subconsciously. The hand holding the pill trembled slightly. It took him a long time to squeeze out two words: "I will do it."

(End of this chapter)