The inner room, which is not large in area, has a small stove with bright light.
There are six beds on both sides of the north and south.
There are five full beds, on which lie the people who have been pinned. A woman in a small black waistband is pinning the people in the sixth bed.
The long silver needle pierced into people's flesh and skin. Just looking at it, I felt pain in speaking and reading.
"Xiaoding is here."
The woman smiled at Ding Baoyi.
She was a woman of medium height with short hair and ears. She wore a pair of red round glasses. Her skin was healthy wheat color, black hair was shiny, and there was no wrinkle on her face.
Ding Baoyi smiles all over his face. "Aunt Qiao, this is my sister. She's not very well. Please take a look at her pulse."
"Well, just sit and wait. I have a patient here."
"OK, OK, aunt Qiao is busy first!"
Ding Baoyi said, pulling her words aside and whispering in her ear:
"this grandma is Qiao Zhen. You can call her aunt Qiao as I do. When you will feel your pulse, you will say that you don't want your baby to be pregnant. Don't say anything else. She doesn't like others to say too much."
"Oh..."
Yannian looked at the woman who was feeling the pulse not far away. She looked very young, strong and energetic. "Don't you say she's an old lady? It doesn't look like an old lady."
"Nonsense, they are well maintained. It's 60 years old this year. It's the same as 40. They usually have white hair on their heads. They don't go to the barbershop to dye it. They say that the ointment in the barbershop is poisonous and injures the kidney. They use herbs to make hair dye."
"Fuck! It's awesome. "
"Shh Be civilized. "
Ding Baoyi knocks on her skull and says seriously, "people don't like the quality of sand sculpture."
"Cut..."
The words read no more answer Ding Baoyi, sit quietly and wait.
She looked around with one hand on her cheek. The wall was floating over her. She hung clocks and watches, and pasted two huge acupoint pictures. There were one for men and one for women, and each acupoint of the human body. It was horrible.
"Little girl, come here!"
Qiao Zhen looks at Yannian and waves at her. When Yannian is gone, she hands her a little Mazar to sit down.
Speak, read, and do.
She sat, a pair of water eyes ignorant clear, black and white clear pupil, very clean.
Qiao Zhen also sat down, put her right hand on Yan Nian's left hand, and looked at her up and down. "You look good, pretty girl."
Yannian smiled. "Thank you, everyone says that."
Not far away Ding Baoyi silently rolled her white eyes.
When did a woman become so narcissistic?
Qiao Zhen didn't speak any more. She read the pulse of her arm with her two fingers. The strength of her fingers was sometimes strong, sometimes light, sometimes two points. It seemed that she was thinking about something.
Yannian thinks it's amazing.
It's the first time she's been given a pulse so far.
I thought it was the number of times I listened to the pulse beat according to the rules, but I didn't want to press it up and down, as if I was reading a spell.
"You can press here to press here. Can you press here?"
"Shh!"
Qiao Zhen is not pleased to stare at the words read a glance, 60 year old lady, black eyes is deep sharp.
Yannian is frightened by the look in her eyes, and she doesn't dare to talk with her lips.
Two minutes later, Qiao Zhen released her hand. She didn't look very good.
Yan Nian's arm was white and sensitive. He was pressed a few times. The white wrist immediately left Qiao Zhen's fingerprint.
"How old is it this year?" Asked Qiao Zhen.