You Are My Rare Passion

   Chapter 1781

   Seeing Yue Ya'er entering the door, his eyes lit up: "Aunt Ya'er, come on, come and help me see Grandpa!"

  The old man Qi, who was originally lying on the sofa, struggled to sit up when he saw everyone entering the door.

  Qi Wangze hurriedly helped him.

   Standing next to the sofa, Qi Lianzheng also wanted to help, but was slapped away by Mr. Qi angrily.

  An elderly and a middle-aged man stood beside the sofa.

  The old one slapped him, "You stand back and don't make your dad angry."

   Qi Lian was touching his nose awkwardly, and stood on the side unmoving.

  Yue Ya'er walked over with He Yumeng.

  The elderly and middle-aged people saw Yue Ya'er's splint arm, his face showed an unnatural look, and they couldn't help but step back.

  Yue Ya'er walked up to Mr. Qi, and saw Mr. Qi's face pale and short of breath. The situation didn't look very good, but it was much better than last time.

   "It's okay, it's not serious," she touched Qi Wangze's head with her uninjured hand, and said softly: "Don't cry, Aunt Ya'er will help your grandfather treat you, OK?"

  Qi Wangze nodded repeatedly.

  Yue Ya'er used his left hand to help Mr. Qi get his pulse, and then carefully watched, heard and cut.

After   , she asked Mr. Qi to lie down and opened the first aid kit. She pointed to an acupuncture point and He Yumeng gave a degree.

  After piercing, stop the needle for 15 minutes.

  Everyone could see that Old Man Qi's face gradually turned ruddy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his chest no longer fluctuated violently because of his shortness of breath, but gradually became soothed.

  Qi Wangze, who had been crying tensely with a string, finally relieved his heart and slowly stopped crying.

When Yue Ya'er commanded He Yumeng to tie the needle, the old man standing next to Qi Lian kept watching.

  After stopping the needle for fifteen minutes, he saw that Mr. Qi's symptoms had changed significantly, and an expression of astonishment appeared on his face.

  After a moment, he thought of something and gave a fierce look at the middle-aged man standing beside him.

  The face of the middle-aged man was also full of regret and remorse, and he sighed and shook his head again and again.

  Yue Ya'er asked He Yumeng to remove the silver needle, and gave Old Man Qi his head again.

  Stop the needle again for 15 minutes and remove it.

  At this time, Mr. Qi looked no different from a normal person except for a little emaciated and weak.

  No one can see that, half an hour ago, he looked like an oxygen-deficient fish, breathing desperately, but still couldn't breathe.

  Qi Wangze excitedly threw himself on Old Man Qi, holding his waist, and sobbing quietly.

  Old man Qi lowered his head and looked at him lovingly, his eyes full of sadness.

  Yue Ya'er looked at him and said, “Uncle Qi, although needles can relieve your symptoms, if you always get sick like this, it still hurts your body. You should try to control your emotions and be less angry.”

"It's all your fault!" Suddenly, Xiao Shumiao'er rushed to the front of Qi Lian, pushed him hard, and stared at Qi Lianzheng and asked, "Zeze is a good student in our school, why did you let Zeze Transfer? If Grandpa Qi didn't transfer Zeze to another school, you quarreled with Grandpa Qi, made Grandpa Qi angry, and scared Ze Ze to cry. You are a big bad guy!"

  The strength of the young tree seedling is not great, but Qi Lian is not prepared, suddenly being pushed by the young tree seedling, there is still a slap at his feet, and he almost falls.

  He chuckled dryly, the expression on his face was particularly embarrassing.

  If this was an ordinary kid pushing him, he would definitely scold him sternly.

  It's a small sapling, he can't afford it.

  (End of this chapter)