On the way to pick up Mo Fengying from the Chen family compound, Chen Wenhao had already told them in detail about the old man's symptoms, and Mo Fengying already had a preliminary understanding of Chen Wenhao's illness.

When they arrived at Chen's house, Chen Anan poured a cup of tea for Mo Fengying and Mo Suifeng.

Mo Fengying sat at the table, spent a few minutes drinking a cup of tea, then washed her hands, before getting up and following Chen Wenhao's lead to Mr. Chen's room.

When Mr. Chen saw that the person who came to treat him was a little girl, the light in his eyes dimmed. Obviously, the old man did not trust this little girl.

Mo Fengying read the content in the old man's eyes, but she didn't care. Instead, she smiled lightly and said to the old man in a voice full of soothing power: "Mr. Chen, you can rest for a while. Don't worry about me."

Chen Shuo really closed his eyes and let Mo Fengying do what she wanted.

Mo Fengying lifted Chen Shu's hand and took his pulse for a moment.

During the whole process, Mo Fengying's expression remained calm, and her composure made Chen Wenhao feel much more at ease.

Mo Fengying lifted one of Chen Shu's legs and pressed it. Chen Shu felt the pain and glanced at Mo Fengying. Seeing that she was pressing her leg, Chen Shu remained silent.

"I still have feeling in my legs." Mo Fengying held Chen Shu's calf and asked, "If it hurts, let me know."

Chen Shuo hummed doubtfully.

Mo Fengying pressed Chen Shuo's Zusanli acupoint. It seemed like a light touch, but it actually reflected a profound internal force. Chen Shuo cried out on the spot. Mo Fengying glanced at him, then let go of that point and pressed the Zhongdu acupoint instead.

This time, Chen Shuo shouted even louder.

Mo Fengying pressed several acupuncture points on Chen Shu's arm, and only after receiving a response did she let go of his body. Standing up, Mo Fengying said to Chen Wenhao, "It's not a big problem. It was discovered in time and without delay, so it can still be treated."

Upon hearing this, a look of joy appeared on Chen Wenhao's face, and Chen Shuo also secretly opened his eyes wide and looked at Mo Fengying seriously.

Mo Fengying immediately took out her acupuncture equipment.

It was a light green acupuncture kit, each needle inside sterilized and covered with a thin layer of sterile film. Chen Wenhao brought a small stool for Mo Fengying. Mo Fengying asked Chen Wenhao to help Chen Shu strip naked so that she could perform acupuncture on him herself.

During the process, everyone except Chen Wenhao was blocked.

As Song Ci walked out, she glanced back at Mo Fengying and saw her inserting the thin, long needle straight into Chen Shuo's Liangqiu acupoint. Seeing the silver needle, Song Ci felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

She followed Han Zhan dejectedly, walked out of the house, and sat quietly in the small courtyard outside the door.

The sun was warm, so Song Ci took off her down jacket and sat on a stone bench wearing only a pink and blue sweater.

Chen Anan brought them a pot of wolfberry tea. She teased Han Zhan and said, "I remember you loved drinking wolfberry tea. It's the same hobby as your Grandpa Chen. How could you, at such a young age, love to drink this?"

Before Han Zhan could say anything, Song Ci and Chen Anan laughed at him together, "People are helpless in middle age, soaking wolfberries in a thermos."

Chen Anan burst out laughing and picked up Song Ci's joke. She said, "Goji berries can't withstand the ravages of time, so we have to add angelica."

It was rare to meet someone like him, so Song Ci became interested and continued, "Even angelica cannot resist the knife of time, and ginseng and deer antler go well with a small roast."

Chen Anan: "Ginseng and deer antlers are not enough to make you full, you also need kidney and kidney supplements."

"Yaozi Shenbao can't cure it, so don't go to the club if you don't have anything to do." While saying this, Song Ci did not forget to look at Han Zhan meaningfully.

Han Zhan: "..."

Han Zhan is innocent.

Before meeting Song Ci, Han Zhan would occasionally be invited to a club to discuss business, but he would avoid it whenever possible. If he couldn't avoid it, even if he went, he would never do anything rash. After meeting Song Ci, Han Zhan hadn't even been to a KTV, except for dinner parties and formal cocktail parties.

He is really innocent!

There were other guests at home, so Chen Anan went to greet them. Han Zhan poured Song Ci a cup of tea. "Come, try it. Aunt Anan always makes tea for Grandpa Chen. Her tea-making skills are much better than yours."

Song Ci took the cup and took a sip.

Although both were goji berry teas, Chen Anan's was indeed more delicious, with a slightly sweet taste. Song Ci put down the teacup and said with a half-smile, "Brother Han should drink more goji berry tea to treat kidney deficiency."

Han Zhan leaned close to Song Ci's ear and made a dirty joke, "I have kidney deficiency, who can I blame? Isn't it all your fault?"

The ears of Song Dynasty porcelain are slightly red.

She cupped her hands over her ears, resting her elbows on the table, and told Han Zhan, "When I saw that Miss Mo take out the acupuncture needle, my whole body went numb."

"Afraid of needles?"

Song Ci narrowed her eyes and asked Han Zhan in a pretentious tone, "I'm afraid of needles, are you going to laugh at me?"

Han Zhan hurriedly shook his head, "Of course not. If you are afraid of needles, then there shouldn't be any needles in our house in the future."

Song Ci felt sweet inside, and she told Han Zhan: "When I was a child, I was in poor health and very weak. My father always gave me acupuncture and asked me to drink Chinese medicine."

"Do you know why Song Fei loves me so much? Because I have been weak since I was a child and almost died several times. My father raised me with his own skills and medicine."

Song Dynasty porcelain was particularly delicate when it was young, becoming like a medicine jar in winter. "When I was four years old, I started learning the qin from a teacher. Every winter, I would cough constantly. Didn't the teacher have a fireplace at home? He built it just for me."

Later, Shen Yubei's home changed its decoration style, but the fireplace remained.

"But when I was seven or eight years old, my condition was much better and I rarely got sick." When they were young, Song Ci was shorter than Song Fei. Later, during puberty, Song Ci grew rapidly and exceeded 1.7 meters.

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