Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Hahaha, you are not humble!"

Qiao Zhen's affection for Jiang Beiyuan went up straight, and after a few jokes, she gave him a pulse.

"The wind chill is not serious, and the cold is just a bit of a sign. A needle can attack the cold immediately."

"Well, I believe you."

With Jiang Beiyuan's words, Qiao Zhen's favorability reached the highest point even more.

She likes people who are quick and easy.

Some people come to her for treatment, and after she finishes the pulse conscientiously, the person will come and say "Can you do it?"

Since Jiang Beiyuan believed her, she would naturally show him her craft.

Qiao Zhen quickly let Jiang Beiyuan lie down on the empty bed and began to give him the needle.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't have much expression on his face, but only after the piercing was done did he faintly opened his mouth, "The little girl who comes to you for acupuncture every afternoon, isn't she there?"

"Huh? Which little girl are you talking about?"

"She's Yannian."

"Ah... it was Yannian, what's the matter, she is your sister?"

Jiang Beiyuan's lips twitched, "It's my wife."

"Didn't I tell you before that they are a couple!" The old lady on the side glared at Qiao Zhen.

Qiao Zhen nodded.

She gives so many people acupuncture every day, how can she remember so many personal affairs.

"She is lying on the small bed in the back room. She has a special body and is too cold. I have to adjust it slowly. The temperature inside is higher, so she can feel better when lying down."

"Thank you, my little wife bothered you so much."

"Don't worry, your wife is here. Your Aunt Qiao will definitely try her best to treat you. Otherwise, I feel sorry for your ancestors and ancestors!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan thanked him again, and then said nothing more.

Fifteen minutes later, Qiao Zhen pulled out the needle for Jiang Beiyuan.

He is in a very good health, there is no problem, just a slight cold, and the cold is exhausted after a few shots. Qiao Zhen asked him how he was feeling, but he gave face:

"Acupuncture is worthy of being a national intangible cultural heritage, and it is understandable."

Qiao Zhen smiled, talking to a smart person is comfortable, he knows what is right and what is wrong, and she doesn't need to waste her tongue.

Jiang Beiyuan raised his hand to tidy up the cufflinks and sat on the small bed, looking inside.

"How long will my little wife take?"

"There is still half an hour. She has to lie down for an hour!"

"Well, the herbs she eats, please tell me, I will boil it for her personally when I go home."

"You didn't boil for her these two days?" Qiao Zhen asked jokingly.

"Ok,"

Jiang Beiyuan curled his lips, and a touch of doting and gentleness floated under his eyes, "I had a temper with me two days ago, and I had to let me control her. You also know that it's medicine. She has always been anxious, and I was afraid of her suffering. I didn't get it right, it won't work if I drink it."

"Oh, not bad, really a good and responsible boy! Yannian marrying you is her blessing!"

Qiao Zhen gave a thumbs up to Jiang Beiyuan.

She likes people who are righteous, and immediately told Jiang Beiyuan the medicine she wanted to take, and she also told him the specific methods of boiling.

He listened quietly and carefully, remembering every medicine very clearly.

...

It's time to speak.

Qiao Zhen went into the back room and pulled her needle.

When the needle was withdrawn, it hurts more than when it was pierced. Yannian couldn't help it, and he hummed several times.

Qiao Zhen was unsure of her, and hummed:

"From this point of view, you are suffering less. Put you 50 or 60 years ago. At that time, you tightened your belt and ate bark. Let me see if you still hum."