Fairy Red Packets

After watching for a while, Chen Xin spoke again: "I'm really Zhang Lao invited to see you..."

Concerned about frowning, he stopped painting and looked back at him in disgust: "Don't you think it's very impolite to disturb others painting?"

Her expression was very cold. When she looked back, Chen Xin suddenly felt as if she suddenly changed from summer to winter.

"Well, I'm sorry, I shouldn't bother you drawing,"

Chen Xin said awkwardly, but still persistently said: "But I am indeed the doctor invited by Zhang Lao, so...the disease still needs to be seen."

Concerned to stop the brush, frowned: "I can let you see, but I tell you, I am very good, there is no problem, grandpa is too sensitive."

Immediately afterwards, she pointed outside and said, "You have finished reading, please get out of here."

"Am I not optimistic yet?" Chen Xin said silently.

"That's because your medical skills are not good."

"I need to get my pulse."

Chen Xin quietly looked at it with fiery eyes, but didn't find anything, only to confirm her pulse.

"No." There was obviously disgust in the eyes of the concern: "Men are dirty and can't touch me."

Then you still paint men?

Chen Xin silently spit out: "You can put a silk scarf on, or you can use your clothes."

"That doesn't work either. My clothes are expensive, and you have to throw them away if you touch them."

Chen Xin was choked and rolled his eyes, "I feel embarrassed if you don't cooperate like this."

"I've always been like this. You can go if you can't stand it. You are not welcome here." The caring expression grew colder.

"You are sick, so you are afraid of me, because you are afraid that I will find your heart disease."

Chen Xin said suddenly.

"You are sick, you are crazy!"

"It's very bad for you to avoid doctors like this."

Chen Xin said patiently.

"My grandfather is the genius doctor of Ji Shitang. I have also studied medicine myself. I know whether my own body is sick or not. I know better than anyone. You don't need to talk nonsense.

Chen Xin looked stagnant, looked at the shredded paper thrown into the wastebasket and the new painting that had just drawn a little eyebrow, and said in a serious tone:

"I don't mean physically, but... mentally."

The caring look is always cold, and there is almost no emotion in her eyes. Combined with her weird movements when painting, Chen Xin judges that she has severe depression.

"If I guess right, you have been mentally shocked, and it is the man you painted. You hate men, and you hate men because of him."

Chen Xin pointedly pointed out that he cared about the cause of the disease, and immediately became excited. "I hate men, and men are the most dirty and hateful things."

Men are not things!

Men are things...Forget it, I am confused by you!

"You refuse to communicate with others and close yourself in the world of painting. Since you have studied medicine, you should know that this is abnormal."

"So what, it's my business, it has nothing to do with you." The caring glanced at Chen Xin coldly and said: "You go, you will disappear from my eyes in a minute, don't disturb me painting."

Yes, talking for a long time is like saying nothing.

No, there must be some way to open the knot of concern, but I didn't find the right way!

By the way, Xingxian's ecstasy voice!

Chen Xin thought of Xingxian's Ecstasy, and since he learned it, he has never used it. How about using it?

It seems to be possible. Concerns are always turned away from people thousands of miles away, can't communicate well, can't see her at all.

And the heart disease needs a heart medicine doctor, maybe using Ecstasy will make her accept herself.Just like a psychiatrist, she slowly helped her to open her heart knot, and her illness was half cured.

At this moment, Caring began to paint again. Chen Xin said without hurries: "The painting is a good painting, but unfortunately the person in the painting is not what you want. If you behave like this, you will be sad and disappointed by those who care about you. Why bother?"

After using the ecstasy, Chen Xin's voice became very magnetic, as if with a trace of magic, lingering in the caring ear, causing her painting hand to pause, and a few words broke out between her teeth:

"I'm fine, no need to care."

"No, you are not good at all."

Chen Xin shook his head and said: "You are depressed, you are desperate for men, and you reject the world, but have you ever thought that Lao Zhang is also a man, and there is publicity... So you can't deny everyone because of a man."

"If things go on like this, your spirit will be unbearable. You are so beautiful and you paint so well. Why don't you try to get in touch with more beautiful things? Come, let me get your pulse?"

Chen Xin was tempted and seduced, and his caring expression became confused. He raised his face and looked at Chen Xin's handsome face, blinked his eyes, and stretched out his hand blankly, letting Chen Xin take her pulse.

From the point of view of the pulse condition, the body concerned is originally healthy. It is mainly a psychological disease that affects the body. If it is not treated in time, it will only get worse and worse, which is troublesome.

After a while, Chen Xin released her hand and continued to say in a fairy tale: "Your illness stems from your obsession, so you keep painting, and then tear it up again.

If one day, you can paint some other things, or even go out and look at the wider sky outside, you will find that the world is actually very beautiful... let me heal you?"

His face is handsome, but it is not the kind of handsome, but the handsome, black and white eyes, like two deep pools, with a charming look in the depth.

The most important thing is that his voice, as if with a certain magical nature, constantly invades the mind of caring, making it hard to refuse.

Concerned for a moment of loss, he slowly shook his head and said, "There is one sentence you said. I am desperate for this world. Even if I try to treat you, the effect will not be good."

Chen Xin frowned, he could vaguely guess where the illness he cared about.

The heart disease still needs heart medicine, in the final analysis, it is still on that man.I want to care about opening the knot unless the man shows up, but this is obviously impossible.

Just about to say a few more words, suddenly dizzy, and reluctantly said: "I will come back another day."

After speaking, he quit without waiting for a reaction.

Today he used too much to treat Joel, and he just recovered a little bit, and he used the Ecstasy Xianyin again, and his body was a little overwhelmed.

Back in front of Jishitang, Zhang Changyi immediately asked anxiously:

"Xiao Chen, I don't know how I care about her."

"Affective depression is caused by emotions that cause imbalance in the five internal organs. If it is not treated in time, it will be very troublesome." Chen Xin said solemnly.

"Then do you have any good solutions?"

Zhang Changyi is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and he naturally understands the five internal organs disorders, but the so-called care is chaotic, so he can't think of a good way, so he can only turn to Chen Xin.

"There is a way, with 13 Guimen needles, the effect will definitely be very good." Chen Xin said.

But there is one thing he didn't say, that is to cooperate with Ecstasy Xianyin and provide psychological counseling to achieve the desired effect.

"This is also one of the reasons why I asked you for help." Zhang Changyi said embarrassedly.

Guimen 13 needles require some special acupuncture points. As a grandfather, he is naturally inconvenient to administer acupuncture, nor can it be publicized, and care has always been resistant to treatment.

"Then did you give her an injection?" Zhang Lao asked blankly.

"Old Zhang, you should know that if she is unwilling to use the needle forcibly, it will be counterproductive."