The Cold President's Best Master

After dinner, Lu Chong returned to his room and prepared to practice Kung Fu and regulate his breath.

Before that, he listened to Jiang Xueqing's situation through the bug placed in Jiang Xueqing's mobile phone.

Fang Bingbing has returned to Jiang Xueqing's villa. The two are reconciled. Fang Bingbing didn't say what happened last night, but said she went home. Maybe she didn't want Jiang Xueqing to worry.

Lu Chong could clearly feel that there was a little more separation between Fang Bingbing and Jiang Xueqing after last night. They obviously didn't talk as easily as before.

Fang Bingbing didn't mention Lu Chong at all, as if Lu Chong had never appeared in her life.

Lu breathed a sigh of relief. If Fang Bingbing told Jiang Xueqing what happened last night, would Jiang Xueqing believe that she didn't have ice at all? In case she destroyed the mental method of Yulong Jue in anger, it would be bad. Fortunately, Fang Bingbing didn't say.

He has been quietly listening to Jiang Xueqing, hoping to hear Jiang Xueqing mention the Dragon mantra, but Jiang Xueqing hasn't mentioned it, as if the mantra doesn't exist at all.

Lu Chong was a little tired, so he took off his headphones and prepared to practice.

At this time, someone knocked at the door.

Lu Chong opened the door and saw that it was Wu Qingfang.

Wu Qingfang's beautiful eyes were like water. She stared at Lu Chong and smiled: "I just handled some business and couldn't sleep. Come and talk to you."

"OK," Lu Chong pushed Wu Qingfang out of the door and invited her in.

Wu Qingfang came in and found Lu Chong's room in a mess. She smiled bitterly and said, "you're really a bachelor. You can't clean up. My sister is tired. Help you clean up."

Seeing Wu Qingfang packing up quickly, Lu Chong couldn't help thinking of what Zhou Laogang just said. Wu Qingfang is not only beautiful, has a good figure and good character, but also cleans up the housework so quickly that Lu Chong couldn't help thinking of the virtuous wife Liu Tao in flowers and youth. It's perfect. Alas, I dream of having such a wife.

Helping Lu Chong pack up his things, Wu Qingfang straightened up, suddenly felt a palpitation and almost fainted to the ground.

Lu Chong was startled. He quickly held Wu Qingfang, slowly put her on the bed, sat cross legged at the head of the bed and diagnosed Wu Qingfang's condition.

Wu Qingfang smiled sadly: "Chong brother, I tell you, in addition to migraine and menstruation, I also have heart disease. My heart disease is very strange. I have been to major hospitals at home and abroad. All famous doctors are helpless. Some doctors conclude that I can't live for three months!"

"You can't live more than three months?" Lu Chong sniffed. "What quack are they? Let me say, you can live at least another thirty years!" he was about to lift Wu Qingfang's skirt.

"What are you doing?" Wu Qingfang quickly tightened her skirt and looked at Lu Chong nervously. "I'm dying. You still use your head."

Lu said impatiently, "if you don't lift your skirt, how can I give you a needle."

"Needle!" Wu Qingfang shouted, "do you think I died late? You still stabbed me with a needle!"

Lu Chong glanced at Wu Qingfang's upper circumference and said, "sure enough, my chest is big and brainless. Don't you see that I can acupuncture and moxibustion? Is it strange to give you acupuncture and moxibustion?"

Wu Qingfang was relieved: "you can't pierce your chest."

Lu gave her a white look: "there's something wrong with your heart. I don't prick it. I prick it? Prick your ass?"

Wu Qingfang gave Lu Chong a coquettish look: "your speech is so vulgar. Well, take my dead horse as a living horse doctor."

She gazed at Lu Chong for a while and confirmed that Lu Chong had clear eyes and no evil thoughts. Then she lay down and slowly took off her skirt.

Wang Wayne, who is tall, handsome, has a good figure and high income, can't say anything cheap for such a good woman.

Looking at Wu Qingfang's white, tender and smooth skin and slim devil figure, Lu Chong turned and wiped his nose: "it's dry and angry recently. We should drink more herbal tea."

Wu Qingfang smiled and stared at Lu Chong: "brother Chong, you are a doctor, I am your patient. You should have professional ethics, but you can't fantasize about your patients."

The Royal sister smiled, with deep dimples on her cheeks, so sweet and intoxicating.

Lu Chong felt more and more that he should quickly find the eighth center of gravity method of Yulong Jue and practice it quickly, otherwise he couldn't stand it.

He took out two needles from the inner lining of his vest and ran the imperial dragon Qi. The imperial dragon Qi condensed his fingertips and was ready to pierce it.

Wu Qingfang cried with consternation on her face, "your needle is not a gold needle, not a silver needle. What needle is it?"

Lu Chong smiled faintly: "the wood needle is selected from the divine wood of Panlong mountain. Its texture is as hard as gold and stone. It can stimulate herbal medicine. Touch it."

Wu Qingfang felt that the short thin wooden needle was a little heavy and felt special. It seemed to touch the towering and vibrant tree. She confirmed Lu Chong's special, stared and said with a smile: "come on!"

Lu Chong smiled faintly: "strictly speaking, it's not a heart disease. It looks very serious. In fact, it's just heart blood stasis. You just need to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, regulate qi and dredge collaterals."

Yulong Zhenqi condenses his fingertips and quickly stabs nine acupoints such as daling, Neiguan, Zhizheng and Taichong through the divine wood needle, either deep or shallow, or stabbing or picking. In a moment, he stabs nine needles. The needle comes out quickly, closes faster, and moves smoothly without any stagnation.

Wu Qingfang's beautiful big eyes are full of admiration. She has a little sister who works as a doctor in a senior private hospital. She knows that it is very difficult to get the needle right. The needle should be fast and skillful. According to different acupoints, the strength of the needle can also be prioritized. Generally, it takes at least five years to learn traditional Chinese medicine and ten years to be accurate and proficient, Imagine that it will take at least 20 years of hard work for this exquisite girl in front of us, but Lu Chong is too young. He is only 20 years old, five years younger than himself.

Wu Qingfang felt a warm breath moving among the acupoints. Gradually, her chest was not so stuffy, and her mood was much broader.

Before long, Lu Chong took back the needle, walked behind Wu Qingfang, and suddenly slapped her in the back of her heart.

Wu Qingfang vomited blood. Looking at the blood on the ground, it turned out to be black.

She was about to be coquettish and angry, but she suddenly felt that her heart no longer had the previous sense of bondage. She jumped happily, and her whole body didn't have the original sense of paralysis. She was full of strength. She looked at Lu Chong happily: "I've been to famous heart hospitals at home and abroad, and there's nothing I can do. You cured me so quickly. I don't know how to thank you."

Lu Chong smiled faintly: "I know how you should thank me," he stared at Wu Qingfang.

Wu Qingfang was startled. She quickly covered her chest and said in a trembling voice, "even if I thank you very much, I won't promise by example. After all, I'm so much older than you. Don't think too much!"

Lu Chong chuckled: "you overestimate your charm. In the eyes of my ancestral traditional Chinese medicine, there are red powder skeletons. However, what I'm interested in is, where did you get the necklace around your neck?"