Lin Xuan didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he put the phone back in his pocket.

The people in the room had already left one after another, and Shen Chuxia looked at Lin Xuan with a smile.

"Lin Xuan, grandpa has been praising you all the time, that's great!"

"Sister Chuxia, please don't say that. What happened just now was just a coincidence. I didn't expect that the master was just an embroidered pillow."

Shen Chuxia burst out laughing.

"Embroidered pillows! Show me he's a liar. He's not even worthy of being called a pillow!"

Just now he was ringing the bell and looking at the direction, but in the end he actually put the blame on Aloe Vera.

I am speechless.

The two people walked out while talking.

Touching the silver needle in his hand, Lin Xuan suddenly turned around and asked.

"Sister Chuxia, is this silver needle of yours an heirloom? I always feel that it is too precious and inappropriate."

"What's inappropriate?" Shen Chuxia turned her head, "Although the silver needles are precious, it would be a waste if no one would use them."

"But, doesn't it mean that no one can do it anymore?"

"Well, that's true. Grandpa once said that there are certain rules for making silver needles. They can only be made in the morning, not in the afternoon. Moreover, the craftsman who made the silver needles has passed away."

Lin Xuan seemed to be thinking about something.

It was recorded in ancient books that the morning is yin and the afternoon is yang.

Once it is past midnight, some objects are not suitable for forging.

It turns out that silver needles are also like this.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I have one more question."

"Is there any need to do anything else to treat my grandfather's ankle injury?"

Lin Xuan naturally understood what Shen Chuxia meant by the other treatments she mentioned.

"No, that's normal postoperative recovery. When the time comes, just remove the nails."

When Mr. Shen appeared just now, Lin Xuan had observed that the injury on his ankle was a normal wound.

"Then I'm relieved!"

Shen Chuxia breathed a long sigh of relief.

At that time, Lin Xuan had also thought that if necessary, he could prescribe a prescription for Mr. Shen.

After observing for a while, Lin Xuan gave up the idea.

However, when thinking of the recipe, Lin Xuan thought of someone.

The treatment prescription I gave to Su Yuexiao has been used for a few days, and I don’t know if it is effective.