Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 48 [003] Acupuncture and moxibustion body odor (1)

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After class, when everyone saw Qin Kaiwen leave the classroom, they immediately became overwhelmed.

Many boys began to surround Yang Zimei, introducing themselves like a joke, and Yang Zimei smiled at them one by one, remembering everyone's faces and names.

"Student Yang Zimei, hello, I'm Xia Mo."

Monitor Xia Mo turned around to greet Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei saw Xia Mo's beautiful eyes, dignified and sincere expression, different from those narrow-minded little girls around her, so she fell in love with her, and said with a smile, "Hi, please take care of me in the future."

"We are all classmates, so we will take care of you if you have something to do." Xia Mo smiled and said, "In the future, if there is anything you are not used to or don't understand in school, you can ask me."

"OK, thanks."

"You can also ask me, I will be happy to solve problems for my classmates." Chen Xiaoqiang shouted loudly.

Yang Zimei glanced at him, and suddenly found that his seal was very dark, and the roots of the mountain were dark blue. He couldn't help staring at him for a while, looking at him with his heavenly eyes, and a scene appeared in his mind. At the intersection, he was suddenly hit by a car and flew aside, bleeding one place.

She frowned slightly. As a classmate, she couldn't help reminding: "Student Chen Xiaoqiang, it's best not to cross the intersection after school, beware of bloodshed."

Chen Xiaoqiang looked at her suspiciously, wondering why she would say that.

"Student Yang Zimei, why did you tell Chen Xiaoqiang like this? Do you know him? Do you know that he passes by that intersection without traffic lights every day?" Xia Mo asked curiously.

Yang Zimei smiled and didn't answer. She can only remind so much. She is not a universal Bodhisattva and has no obligation to help people solve problems, even classmates. As for whether he listens to her advice, it depends on his own fate.

The class bell rang, and seeing that she didn't answer, Xia Mo didn't ask too many questions, but felt that Yang Zimei's black eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

Seeing that the boys around his table finally left, Huang Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief, but then became nervous about his body odor.

He was really afraid that his own smell would spoil his seemingly spotless deskmate, so he wrote a line in the notebook and pushed it to Yang Zimei.

"I'm sorry, I have body odor. If you feel uncomfortable, you can apply to the teacher for an adjustment. I don't mind." Yang Zimei saw what was written in the notebook, so she looked at Huang Yifeng and saw him bowing his head in inferiority , Even breathing seemed to be suppressed, probably because he was afraid of being rejected by himself, so he felt pity.

"I know acupuncture and moxibustion. If you believe me, after class, you can find a place where I can treat it for you and guarantee a radical cure." She wrote back in her notebook.

Huang Yifeng looked at her in surprise when he saw her reply.

Today, with the decline of Chinese medicine, acupuncture and moxibustion just exist on TV for everyone, and not many people really understand it, except for some experienced old Chinese medicine practitioners.

Now, his female classmate, who is only in his teens, actually said that she knows acupuncture. No wonder he wasn't surprised.

He thought about it, and wrote in the notebook: Okay, thank you, but did you bring the silver needle?

Yang Zimei nodded at him.

Ever since her mother had a miscarriage in front of her eyes when she was five years old, she devoted herself to researching medical skills, and the silver needle never left her body.

Healing illnesses and saving lives is different from changing one's fate against the heavens. It is a matter of accumulating blessings and can be done more.

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(End of this chapter)