Qingshan made throat lozenges of several flavors in the space, and as soon as he came out, he fell into a warm and familiar embrace.
"Wen Yuan, how did you get in?"
"There's a spare key under the sixth flower pot by my door. Good job for locking the door. I'll give you a compliment and a reward!"
After saying that, Luo Wenyuan lowered his head and kissed Qingshan, and the room became charming.
After a while, the two separated, panting, and each calmed down. Luo Wenyuan stretched out his hand and brushed Qingshan's lips. He couldn't help himself just now, and he was a little too strong, so his lips were swollen.
"Batur and the Rebbe are here and waiting for you in the main hall."
"What—? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Qingshan was so angry that he punched him twice. Luo Wenyuan definitely had the potential to be a tyrant. He threw all his important work aside for the sake of a beauty!
Qingshan quickly looked in the mirror and re-tied her hair, used her spiritual power to heal her swollen lips, then turned her head and glared at Luo Wenyu fiercely before going out and walking quickly towards the main hall.
Luo Wenyuan had a look of satisfaction on his face. He took a few steps with his long legs and caught up with Qingshan. He took her hand and walked into the main hall of the north house together.
In the room, Lei Bei sat next to Luo Zhentian and told him interesting stories about Luo Wenyuan with a giggle. Batur sat opposite him, listening with a silly smile on his face.
Lei Bei has a handsome and fair appearance, a sweet mouth and is good at talking. He is very popular among middle-aged and elderly people. Luo Zhentian sat on the sofa and listened to him talk with a smile. He had the illusion of having grandchildren surrounding him.
As soon as Luo Wenyuan entered the room, he saw Lei Bei gossiping with his grandfather with saliva flying everywhere, and he was still talking about his glorious deeds of "bullying the good, being black-hearted and vengeful" in the past in Qilin. His face turned cold and he glared at him fiercely.
Lei Bei felt a chill on his neck and leaned towards Luo Zhentian quietly, looking for a sense of security.
Batur stood up and greeted Qingshan:
"Big…head…!"
Qingshan's face was full of black lines. Who do you say has a bigger head? Is my head as big as yours?
Lei Bei chuckled: "Batu actually wanted to call you 'Big Sister', but unfortunately he couldn't pronounce the word 'jie', so it became 'Datou'. Don't be angry, Big Sister!"
The reason why he couldn't speak fluently was that the objective conditions didn't allow it, and Qingshan couldn't find any fault with it. He could only smile and accept the name of "Big Head", and took out nine needles from his bag, ready to treat Batur's injury.
Luo Zhentian knew that his grandson's eyes were cured by Qingshan, but seeing is believing. Today, he was able to witness Qingshan's medical skills with his own eyes, and he felt a little excited.
Qingshan first used X-ray vision to observe Batur's larynx and saw that the originally thin and fragile nerve seemed to be thicker after a month of care, and several small muscles controlling the vocal cords also recovered from atrophy. It can be seen that Batur has indeed been practicing voice during this period.
Qingshan still chose the long needle, inserted it into the location of the nerve, infused spiritual power into the long needle, and used the melting technique to melt the bones around the recurrent laryngeal nerve that were pressing on it.
The spiritual power Qingshan can now mobilize is several times more than what he had a month ago, so he quickly peeled off all the bones that were pressing on the nerves.
Others did not have X-ray vision and could not see the changes under Batur's skin. They only saw Qingshan holding a needle as long as a knitting needle and piercing it into his throat, then slowly twisting it with his fingers and pulling it out after half an hour. Not a drop of blood was shed during the whole process.
"Big sister, is this okay?"
Qingshan glanced at him and smiled without saying anything. Lei Bei was puzzled, and even Luo Zhentian felt that the disease was too easy to cure. Only Luo Wenyuan knew the secret, and his eyes were fixed on Qingshan.
"Okay, Batur, pick a few words you can't pronounce and see how it goes!"
"Big sister...head!"
Lei Bei stood up with a bang, his face full of excitement: "Holy crap! This is amazing!"
Experts see the details, while laymen watch the excitement. But before Grandpa Luo could even grasp the excitement, Qingshan had already cured the patient. Luo Zhentian was filled with unsatisfied surprise, unable to comprehend the principle. How could he speak just by poking his Adam's apple with a knitting needle? Was this his grandson's wife's special ability? It was incredible!
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