Chapter 37 The Luck Stealer

"Don't be afraid, nephew. If he can't cure me, I have a way."

Shen Zhiyin patted her chest and assured: "As long as the medicine is ready, I'll give you the bone-refining pill and the pulse-refining pill, and your leg will be healed~"

She said it very lightly, and Shen Xiuran was also infected by her, and his mood was not so heavy after all.

"Thank you, little aunt."

His face was pale, and he raised his hand to rub Shen Zhiyin's soft hair.

Shen Zhiyin was young, but her black hair was long and thick. Now it was braided into two beautiful pigtails and hung on both sides.

In addition, she was very beautiful, with delicate facial features and tenderness, white skin with rosy inside, and long and curly eyelashes, as black as a small fan.

He has a chubby little face and speaks in a tender voice. Even if he speaks slowly, he won't make people lose patience.

It is really healing to have such a little guy around.

There are no girls in the Shen family. Although this girl is a little older, she is only three years old and can comfort him in a baby voice.

Shen Zhiyin didn't hide away. Instead, he lay beside him and started talking about some interesting gossips he heard from the little animals.

By the way, he also told the gossip about the Gu family again.

Shen Muye also added the fight scene he saw that day.

Shen Kuan couldn't help but glance at his eldest son.

Is it because he is not as handsome as his son, so the little girl doesn't like to get close to him?

Not to mention, there are many sons in the family, and he has always wanted a daughter. Unfortunately, his wife died of cancer after Xiaowu was born.

When he was pregnant with Xiaowu, he showed his wife pictures and videos of girls every day, and the baby was born with a penis.

Now Shen Zhiyin's appearance is simply a perfect match for his idea of ​​a daughter.

It's just that... he has to call the little girl aunt.

In the next few days, Shen Zhiyin would go to the hospital, but she would go out for a walk after eating.

During this walk, she found a place where most of the people living there were elderly.

Shen Zhiyin was not idle either, and ran to a group of elderly people with her short legs to watch them play chess.

Soon, she mixed in with the elderly.

"Grandpa Liu, your lumbar spine is not feeling well, I'll give you a massage."

The little girl stood on the chair and poked the old man's waist with her fingers a few times. No one knew how she did it, but there was a click.

"Hey! It's really healed!"

Old man Liu couldn't believe it.

He twisted his waist: "Little girl, where did you learn this? It's amazing."

Shen Zhiyin didn't know what humility was at all, and accepted his compliment very naturally.

"It's nothing."

The little baby voice was so tender and made the group of old men and women laugh.

"Little doctor is so amazing, then you come and help me, an old man."

Shen Zhiyin walked around him and took his pulse.

"Your blood pressure is a little high, and you secretly drank alcohol today."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

The old man was shocked to hear that she had diagnosed all this, and hurriedly told her not to say anything.

"You can't tell me, I like this old man, and my family is very strict and doesn't allow drinking."

Shen Zhiyin nodded and stopped talking about this topic, and even lowered her voice to tell him secretly.

"Actually, you can drink it. I made a kind of medicinal wine for you to drink. It's good for your body, but every time I make it, my master takes it away. I didn't bring it this time." "

Hahaha... Then I, old man, am looking forward to your wine. Come on, kids, let's add each other as friends."

Shen Zhiyin then diagnosed the remaining old people, and basically they all had some minor problems.

Some of them were bone problems, like the lumbar pain that old man Liu had before, Shen Zhiyin could treat them on the spot.

"This child is really amazing."

"Who are you from, kid? Whose family is so lucky?"

The group of old people really like Shen Zhiyin more and more.

After Shen Zhiyin finished examining them, she held the bottle and drank milk.

"I'm from the Shen family."

The little aunt of the Shen family giggled.

"Your bodies are not good, you need to exercise."

Shen Zhiyin put the bottle away, and then led them to do a set of exercises to strengthen their bodies.

This was adapted by her based on some basic movements in the world of cultivation, and it is more suitable for people of this era.

It is a bit similar to Tai Chi, but the set of movements contains offensiveness, and it is not the kind of fancy moves that only look elegant and beautiful.

When the families of these elderly people came to see them, they saw a three-year-old baby with a delicate face and a serious expression, standing in the front with short arms and legs, leading the movements.

The old men and women behind followed them energetically.

Family members: "???"

So what happened?

This is actually a nursing home next to a hospital, and it has a very good living environment.

Shen Zhiyin came over leisurely and got along well with the group of elderly people.

"Dad, Mom, what are you doing?"

Several well-dressed men and women walked in.

The old men immediately introduced Shen Zhiyin to them and called her "little friend".

One by one, they talked about her every word.

Sons and daughters: ...

This little kid is really good, and has become the favorite of the elderly.

They come here to visit the elderly every once in a while. Before, they could hear their parents complaining that they were too busy and didn't visit them often.

But now, all they talk about is the three-year-old kid, who is so happy that he doesn't complain about them at all.

Shen Zhiyin received a call from Shen Muye and was about to leave.

"I'm leaving. I'll come to see you next time."

The group of old men and women were reluctant to let her go.

"My dear Zhiyin, you must come."

Shen Zhiyin waved at them, and walked towards the hospital with his short legs.

When they arrived at the ward, almost everyone who was supposed to come had already arrived.

Shen Zhiyin went in quietly and stood beside Shen Muye.

"Shen Kuan, are you okay? How did this unfortunate thing fall on you?"

An old man with half white hair had red eyes and looked at Shen Kuan and the others with a look of pain as if it was his son who had been in a car accident.

Both his tone and expression were very sincere, and of course he was really afraid that they would die now.

Shen Zhiyin saw that the luck of her eldest nephew and great-nephew was entangled with the old man.

Their two stolen luck did not fall on him, but was related to him.

Shen Zhiyin sent this news to Shen Muye.

Shen Zhiyin: The one who stole the luck should be his relative. Shen

Zhiyin: Ask why his son or grandson, who he has chosen, did not come.

The thief of luck will be exposed as he is once they meet before their luck becomes stronger than theirs.

It's like comparing real and fake things together, so they cannot meet before most of their luck has been stolen.

However, the luck of the eldest nephew is a bit strange. The beneficiary has some relationship with the old man, but it doesn't seem like a relative.

Shen Muye lowered his head and tried hard to hide the violent emotions in his heart.

When he looked up again, he asked his uncle with a half-smile.

"Uncle, I haven't seen my uncle and cousin for a long time. Are they so busy now that they didn't even come to see my father and elder brother when something big happened to them?"

Shen Muye's temper was like this. He looked like he was dissatisfied, but no one would doubt anything.