His Long Love

After a while, Mr. Fu went to the old house of the Liu family. The housekeeper and Meng Qingge took Mr. Fu into the hall.

As soon as I entered the hall and saw Mr. Liu, Mr. Fu quickened his steps and walked towards the sofa. "If you don't call me, I'll forget you!"

"Forget it, OK!" Because of the old friends that I haven't seen for many years, Liu's eyes and eyebrows are filled with joy and excitement, "I'm an old bone, and no one cares about it."

"Said Hu Qiu Fu gave a cold drink, then looked at Ji Wanzhou, who was sitting in a wheelchair. He touched his white beard and said, "this is your grandson?"

Ji Wanzhou heard that Mr. Fu mentioned him, so he followed the voice "look" in the past, "good old Mr. Fu."

"Well, I'll give you a pulse when I slow down for a while." Said Mr. Fu, taking back his eyes.

Meng Qingge poured a cup of tea and handed it to Mr. Fu with both hands. "Grandfather Fu, try the Dahongpao of the mother tree. My grandfather said you'd better have this one, but you've brought out his treasures for many years."

Mr. Fu's flattery and flattery are not pleasant, but they are not pleasant.

In particular, the two old people were very happy about this.

Ji Wanzhou's eyebrows gently pick pick, the corner of his mouth showed a faint smile, he has never seen such a Meng Qing song, because of her bone in the slow heat, so always a light alienated attitude towards strangers, it is very rare that she was so enthusiastic to whom at the beginning.

"Ah! Good, good, rare Liu Rooster willing to pluck hair Mr. Fu took the tea with a smile. He put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. His eyes brightened up and said, "you can tell that the taste is absolutely right when you smell it.

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"Who Rooster?" Master Liu feigned anger, "drink it! After drinking, I'll see my grandson with a bad brain

Meng and the Qing dynasty song.

Mr. Fu finished the cup of tea in his hand and gently put it on the tea table, "OK, comfortable! Feel the pulse

With that, Mr. Fu got up from the sofa and walked toward the Ji Wanzhou.

Meng Qingge has the vision to see in a hurry to move a chair, put in front of the season evening boat.

Mr. Fu sat on the chair and grabbed Ji Wanzhou's left hand.

Meng Qingge frowned a little when she looked at Mr. Fu's pulse posture, because she had seen traditional Chinese medicine before. When traditional Chinese medicine felt pulse, she did not always ask patients to put their arms on the table, and then put their wrists on the pulse pillow, so that the doctor could feel them.

If you want to make a voice inquiry, do you need to put it on the table so as to make the pulse handle more accurate, but after thinking about it, I still didn't open my mouth.

Since it's the man called by Master Liu, he's a master, not a mediocre one. After all, my grandfather won't make a careless joke about Ji Wanzhou's illness.

Ji Wanzhou only felt that Mr. Fu's hand on the pulse of his left wrist was a little hot.

Mr. Fu slowly closed his eyes, feeling the pulse of Ji Wanzhou, sometimes pick eyebrows, sometimes wrinkle up, sometimes stretch.

After finishing his left hand, Mr. Fu put his hand on the wrist of Ji Wanzhou's right hand, without touching it. Once put it up, it is the position of the pulse.

It took about ten minutes.

The whole hall was quiet.

Mr. Liu was so impatient that he saw Mr. Fu closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. The expression on his face was tangled and relaxed, which made him more anxious and wanted to know what the situation was.

Meng Qingge's remaining light swept to Liu Laozi, so he bent down and gently put her hand on the back of Liu's hand, and then gently patted him to take comfort.

Liu looked at Meng Qingge.

Meng Qingge gently shakes his head and shows a quiet smile, indicating that Mr. Liu can wait at ease.

So Mr. Liu nodded and calmed his anxiety.

In fact, Meng Qingge's heart is also anxious, but think, not in a hurry for this moment, or let Mr. Fu take good pulse!