My Heart Yearns For You

"You live well, that's the biggest reward for me."

He Han smiles gently and walks towards the wooden house with the bamboo basket on his back.

The he family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, but he Han's father has to learn western medicine. In order not to disappoint his grandfather, he has always followed his grandfather's instruction and received the influence of traditional Chinese medicine culture since childhood.

Inside the cabin.

Tang Yao unties her cloth and lies down on the grass bed, revealing her clean back.

In the middle of the butterfly bone, there is a ferocious purple scar.

He Han looks at her, eyeground does not have a silk impurity, sit down directly in bedside, take out silver needle disinfection.

"Doctor he, do you want to have a full back today?" Tang Yao looked at the dense silver needles and was used to it.

"No, just prick the lung acupoint reflex area. If I don't get rid of your cough, you won't get fat." He Han pricked the needle down quickly and accurately with a serious look.

He Han has lived in the mountains with his grandfather since he was a child. He seldom involves in the war in the city, and the patients he has dealt with are even fewer.

He found in the medicine book that there are many kinds of wild herbs in this mountain, so he left his grandfather to build a wooden house here.

Originally, I only planned to stay for a while, but as a result, the "Tian Jiang Tang Yao" stayed for more than half a year.

He Han didn't think too much. It's rare for him to meet Tang Yao, a patient with complicated diseases. He simply devoted all his life's medical skills to her.

If she is cured, I will go back to see my grandfather and say that I am a qualified TCM doctor.

"Xiaoyao, don't you really want to go back and have a look?" He Han thought of the name Tang Yao had been chanting when she was in a coma, and he had the idea to explore it in his heart.

Tang Yao's expression stagnated, and her hand holding the pillow tightened for a few minutes.

"Home is gone, what do you want to go back to..." She murmured.

"I don't know what you've experienced, but mood is the key to your health. You must keep a good mood so that my treatment can work." He Han tidied up the silver needle and then turned back.

Tang Yao also sat up and put on her clothes.

"In order to prove your medical skill, I will live well, OK?" Tang Yao said jokingly.

He Han's dark eyes twinkled in an instant, looking at Tang Yao's expression with more fireworks.

"OK, let's say that For me, you must live well! "

Tang Yao Leng Leng, some words.

He hanmianbanpai also realized the kind of warming melody in his words, and repeatedly changed the topic: "you live a long life, and I will go down in history."

Tang Yao chuckled and gave a thumbs up to he Han: "congratulations in advance for the doctor's name

Tang Yao, who lived a mild and docile life as he Han expected, had a smile on her face all day.

But in the dead of night, the sadness in her eyes is so strong that people can drown.

Did the man feel a little sad after he had been away for such a long time?

Did he go to investigate the truth of that day, find out Su Qingqing's true face, and who the child's father was?

Tang Yao sighed and looked out of the window at the crescent moon covered by thin clouds.

Why do you miss him? The man shot himself in the heart mercilessly

She should not forget the pain.

But she also said that she didn't want to leave time to talk about that man in the last few days of her life.

Whether it's hate or love.

She even live well is extravagant hope, should not be wasted on irrelevant people.

Tang Yao closed her eyes, trying to let her sleepiness disperse her thoughts.

In her dream, she met Yan Shaokun, who had not seen her for a long time.

It was the first time in months that she had a clear dream of him.