Rural Demon Little Village Doctor

Xia Feng continued: "but if you really want to get better thoroughly, you should always adjust your mentality, calm your heart, and don't care too much about people and things."

"Yes, yes." as soon as I heard that Xia Feng could cure it, Yu Miao suddenly liked to change his color: "I have to change this problem, I must change it."

No wonder she likes it. Only she knows the pain of dysmenorrhea. The more it hurts for ten days, the more severe it becomes. When it hurts the most, it really seems that there are tens of millions of knives twisted in her stomach. At first, she can get a hot water bag or eat a few Xiaoyao pills. It can also relieve it. In recent years, no matter what method works, she can only suffer. It's really like torture.

Even if she was punished twice at a time, she came once a month. It was really unbearable. She almost collapsed several times. That's why Xia Feng just mentioned it. She, an old hand who saw many treacherous tricks, still couldn't help calling him.

Now, she is very glad that Xia Feng was stopped by her determination at that moment.

Yu Miaojing asked, "Xiao Xia, how do you treat it? Do you take traditional Chinese medicine? Or something else?"

"It's been too long for you, and the effect of traditional Chinese medicine is too slow." Xia Feng shook his head and said.

He said, but made a strange move and untied his belt.

His belt has an interlayer. The inner layer has a zipper, which can be used to hide things. There is a bag of needles in it.

It was his lazy idea. He bought a set of needles, but he always carried a bag of needles in the bag, which was also an obstacle. He thought of a lazy idea. He bought a belt with interlayer, and a small bag of needles was placed in the interlayer and tied on his waist. Moreover, the needles were thin and soft, which was not an obstacle at all.

Zhai Qing didn't know what he was doing. He looked at him with bulging eyes. Yu Miaojing even thought crooked.

Because she once heard of a folk method that women have dysmenorrhea because they have blocked meridians and lack of Yang. At this time, find a man with special firepower and have a hot fight to dredge the meridians.

Don't say, Yu Miaojing really tried it. It was really useful at first, but it didn't work later.

At this moment, when she saw Xia Feng untie the belt, she also thought that Xia Feng was this way. She hesitated for a moment. She took a look at Xia Feng. It's not too handsome or too tall. It's barely OK. But is it here in broad daylight? Her office has a suite. There is a bed in it, but there is Zhai Qing.

However, after a little hesitation, she made up her mind: "if it can really make me feel no pain, it's up to him, but if it doesn't work, hey hey, I'll make you go."

At this moment, her ruthlessness came up again, which was equivalent to forgetting Xia Feng's words just now.

When Xia Feng untied his belt, opened the inner zipper and took out a small bag of needles, Yu Miao knew that he had misunderstood and asked, "are you giving me a needle?"

"Yes." Xia Feng nodded and looked at Yu Miao's look. She thought she was afraid of needles. She coaxed her: "don't be afraid, my needle is thin, so you won't hurt."

"Oh, I'm a little afraid of pain, but I believe you." Yu Miaojing was embarrassed and thought it was funny. It was also ah. In the daytime, it was in her office. Xia Feng dared to hold her to bed for the first time? Crazy, almost.

"Where is it?" she stood up. "I'm sitting or lying. There's a bed in me."

"That's better." Xia Feng nodded: "after pricking the needle, rest for a while, the effect is better."

"Then go inside." Yu Miao led Xia Feng in.

There is a sofa bed inside. Yu Miaojing lies on the bed and takes off her sandals. She is wearing a large watermark skirt, similar to the style of cheongsam. She doesn't have to take off her socks without wearing pantyhose.

Her toenails are painted with bright red nail polish, but her feet are not beautiful. When she was young, she should work harder and run more outside. Compared with the kind of woman who lives a leisurely life, her feet are not so beautiful.

Xia Feng took out the needle. He packed it in vacuum. He didn't need alcohol to disinfect it every time. In fact, he could disinfect it with aura, but vacuum packaging was more convenient. At least others felt relieved.

Seeing that Yu Miaojing was lying well, Xia Feng comforted her again: "don't be afraid, Mr. Yu. My needle pierces the acupoints. It really doesn't hurt."

"It's all right, you tie it up." Yu Miaojing smiled awkwardly, mainly his previous ideas. It's really funny.

"HMM." Xia Feng's magical eyes didn't have the function of reading the heart. He didn't know what Yu Miaojing thought. He said well, took out a needle and stuck it at Taichong cave on the right foot of Miaojing. He didn't tie two feet, but only one foot.

Male left, female right, stabbing one foot is enough.

However, just one Taichong Point is not enough. He first set up a group of acupoints and pricked three needles. After binding, he bounced on each needle.

Fortunately, as soon as he played the needle, Yu miaomi suddenly shouted, "ah."

Zhai Qing stood on the side and couldn't help shouting, "does it hurt?"

Xia Feng looked at her expression and was happy. Zhai Qing looked careless. In fact, he should be afraid of injections.

"No." Yu Miaojing shook his head: "it seems so."

At this point, she didn't say, because it's hard for her to say.

Instead, Xia Feng said, "it seems that there is water flu, isn't it? It's all right. It's the accumulated cold. Dredge it and go down."

"Oh." Yu Miao understood and nodded: "Xiao Xia, your needle is really God. There's no pain in your stomach right away, and then there's another one."

Before he finished, he suddenly shouted, with a painful face and uncontrollable hands covering his stomach.

Zhai Qing on the side looked worried, but Xia Feng smiled: "it hurts a lot, right? So, Mr. Yu, don't worry too much. You're cold, heavy, don't hurt hard. It's not good. It's like having a child without pain. Well, a new life really can't come out."

He said it with a smile and took the analogy of having a child. Although Yu Miaojing was too painful to speak, he could understand and nodded again and again.

Even Zhai Qing nodded and thought to himself, "he really looks like a miracle doctor, but he's so powerful, how can he sell wine again."

But then he made up his mind: "Oh, Lin Huan said he didn't seem to be a college student, maybe he didn't have a diploma."

At this time, Yu Miao's pain eased slowly. For a while, she sighed: "ah, the pain has passed. It seems that it's really good. It's hot in her stomach, like burning a pot of warm water."

"The cold has almost dispersed," Xia Feng said, bouncing on each of the three needles.

This time, Yu Miaojing's face showed an extremely comfortable expression: "it's so comfortable, ah, very comfortable. It seems that, ah, I don't know how to describe it."