I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 14 Young Master Yue has some kidney deficiency and is difficult to replenish.
Zhao Yuanshan and Mr. Zhang returned home in a mess with their hair disheveled. When they saw that there was no movement in their daughter's room, they were a little dissatisfied: "Heartless things!"

"Okay, the two children may be tired and went to bed early, why are they complaining?" Mrs. Zhang carefully replied: "I think you should think carefully about how to deal with this little bitch like Jiang Anning. Make things difficult!"

How to deal with...

Zhao Yuanshan frowned.

There is definitely no hope for the marriage, but it cannot be manipulated like this.

Everyone in the village stared at the joke. If they really broke off the engagement like this, the reputation of the Zhao family would be completely ruined. He would have to be poked in the back for the rest of his life because of Zhao Hai, a villain who failed to achieve anything but failed!

What's the difference between that and killing him?
He glanced at Ms. Zhang, a woman who had been doing housework all year round. Her face was old and sallow, the wrinkles under her eyes were almost drooping to the base of her nose, and her ginger-yellow dress was covered in layers of fat, orange-peel skin.

Zhao Yuanshan thought that one night, he accidentally touched the flesh of his old wife with his hands, and a sudden feeling of nausea rushed up in his stomach.

Mrs. Zhang has been married to his junior for twenty years and has given birth to four more children. The beauty of the woman has long since disappeared.

There were no intimate things between them for a long time.

If he could give up his car to protect his commander... Zhao Yuanshan looked at Mr. Zhang and had strange thoughts in his heart.

"I'm asking you to make up your mind. Why are you always looking at me?" Mrs. Zhang felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Yuanshan said in a deep voice to hide his guilt: "I have my own solution for this matter, so you don't have to worry about it!"

He glanced at Mrs. Zhang, still unable to conceal the disgust surging in his heart, and looked away: "It's getting late, let's take a rest."

He is an old man, he always has naughty ideas, and he is always nagging, and he doesn’t know who he is always guarding against.

Mrs. Zhang muttered in her heart, not daring to show her dissatisfaction with others. She got up and went to the kitchen to boil hot water and brought it back to wash people's feet.
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The doctor who was invited looked at Jiang Wei first after entering the room.

Then he sat on the edge of the kang as if nothing had happened and said, "Little lady, please stretch out your hand."

Jiang Anning actually felt that nothing was wrong with her. Except for the fact that the first time she vomited blood was real, everything after that was just an accident and was just a bluff.

However, Jiang Xiu'e, Aunt Fang, Jiang Wei, the clan leader and several aunts and uncles who lived nearby all stared at her and cooperated as if facing a formidable enemy.

She didn't want to be suspected of pretending to be sick to gain sympathy, so she had no choice but to cooperate honestly.

After the doctor took her pulse, his brows gradually became knotted.

Jiang Xiu'e was worried for a moment. When she saw the doctor withdrawing his hand, she immediately asked urgently: "How is it?"

The doctor shook his head: "The young lady is deficient in qi and blood. She is tired of her heart and mind, and has difficulty in venting. She thinks too much, is angry and sad, hurts her liver and lungs, and has hidden signs of heart depression. Not good, not good!"

Jiang Xiu'e was immediately frightened: "Then, is there any cure?"

The doctor took up his pen and wrote a prescription: "It's not difficult to cure. It just requires the wife's good cooperation. If you open your mind more and be less worried and frightened in everything, it will naturally get better."

He glanced at Jiang Anning: "If you are really sad, you might as well cry out, don't hold it in."

Jiang Anning pursed her lips, feeling like she was being spied into the secrets of her mind.

"I will prescribe some prescriptions for soothing the liver and regulating qi. The young lady will drink it first. After half a month, she will come back to me for a follow-up consultation." The doctor wrote the words 'Anjifang-Wang Shang' on the signature of the prescription.

Anjifang?
Jiang Wei raised his eyebrows and looked at the doctor.

Wang Shang felt the aggressive gaze, turned his head, looked at each other with a magnanimous expression, and smiled slightly: "Does this young master also want to take a pulse and check the truth?"

Jiang Wei looked stunned.

"However, I look at the young master's complexion, and it doesn't look like he is sick. It's just that the evil fire is a little weak and strong. You might as well eat more cool things to remove the fire, and take less food to replenish kidney yang. The young master may be a little weak and uncomfortable."

Jiang Wei:? ? ?
He didn't offend the little doctor, right?

Why are you still scolding the Master?

Jiang Wei's face turned red with anger: "I think the doctor is not old, but he started training early."

"No, I'm already in my forties this year. I just take good care of myself and look younger." Wang Shang rambled without blushing and out of breath.

Jiang Wei:? ? ?
He had some doubts about life and looked at people again. Jiang Xiu'e, Aunt Fang and others were already shocked: "Doctor, have you almost realized your destiny this year?"

Several aunts looked at Wang Shang's fair and tender appearance with great curiosity.

"It's very well maintained."

Some people couldn't help but touch their faces and sounded envious.

Wang Shang was very familiar with sharing his own health regimen with others: "This is actually very simple. The "Huangdi Neijing" says: Eat and drink in moderation, live regularly, and do not work rashly, so you can maintain your body shape and spirit. All together, they will live out their days.

Aunt Fang and others shook their heads honestly: "I don't understand."

Wang Shang's expression froze for a moment, and he gave up the idea of ​​throwing away his book bag, and said in plain language: "It means that we must eat and drink in moderation and be well-educated, and we must have moderation in daily life, rest, and sexual work, and not excessively."

As he spoke, his eyes stayed on Jiang Weide for a moment.

Jiang Wei: Look what he is doing!
It's not like he was intemperate... Bah, he wasn't at all!

Aunt Fang and others still shook their heads sincerely, but when they heard people talking about sex, they burst into laughter.

Jiang Anning is somewhat interested in health preservation methods.

I heard that many doctors know some methods of exercising muscles and bones and strengthening the body.

She had never cared about this before, and she even tended to believe that women were beautiful because they were delicate and thin. After she was reborn, if there were no written guidance that appeared inexplicably, she would have been unable to do anything about Zhao Hai and others.

In her previous life, if she hadn't been so helpless, would the outcome have been very different?

"I wonder what kind of health regimen Dr. Wang likes? Is there any medicine or food prescription? Or a way to strengthen muscles and bones, and harmonize qi and blood?"

Jiang Anning's tone was a little more urgent. Wang Shang raised his eyebrows lightly and said calmly: "The young lady is taking medicine, so it is not appropriate to take any medicinal recipes to avoid conflicting effects."

He frowned, hiding his successful smile, and said in a calm voice: "If you want to strengthen your muscles and bones, and coordinate your qi and blood, I have a set of kneading and tapping techniques that originated from the art of Daoying Shitai. You can teach the little lady how to knead the meridians and tendons in specific parts of the body with your fingers to promote qi and blood circulation and achieve the purpose of strengthening the muscles and bones."

Jiang Anning was indeed more interested: "Now?"

"It's too late now. If the young lady has time some other time, you can come to Anji Fang to find me." After Wang Shang finished speaking, he stood up and packed up the medicine box. He smiled a little to attract bees and butterflies: "Same for my sisters-in-law. , if you want to learn, just like the little lady, come to Anjifang to find me. This method of kneading and tapping is very effective in harmonizing qi and blood."

"With enough vitality and blood, people will naturally look energetic and look younger."

When Aunt Fang and others heard that it could look younger, they immediately agreed with a smile.

Wang Shang smiled calmly and picked up the medicine box and left. When he was almost at the door, he turned back and said, "Who among you has made the payment for the medical consultation?"

He smiled slightly awkwardly: "This night-time consultation is considered a personal business and is not free."

As a medical center funded by the imperial court, Anjifang provided free medical treatment to poor people without charging any fees.

The doctors and doctors who worked there all received salaries and subsidies from the court.

However, if someone hires a doctor for a private consultation, they can still charge consultation fees as appropriate.

Just as Jiang Anning was about to give someone a dime, Jiang Wei took out a banknote first, gritted his teeth and said, "Change."

"Sorry, I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money."

"It's okay, I'll take Doctor Wang back."

Jiang Wei said hello to Jiang Anning and others, grabbed Wang Shang's arm with his big iron-like hands, and forced him out.

Wang Shang was about to shout, but someone with sharp eyes and quick hands tapped his acupoint.

　Anjifang: An institution set up in the Song Dynasty to adopt and relieve the poor and sick. This setting is an imaginary borrowing.
　　The method of kneading tendons and tapping: borrowed from the list of national intangible cultural heritage representative items - traditional medicine - Gurshi kneading and tapping therapy to set up

　　Chuanhu: a metaphor for the origin and origin of things

　　
　
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