Chapter 860

"The leg doesn't hurt?" The man sat at the low table opposite her, caught her little action, and asked with his eyebrows.

Inkstone when seven is still shaking the leg stopped in an instant, she holds the cheek, looking at the man's hazy cheek, "Shanglu said, how long does it take to cure my eyes?"

"As short as January, as long as March."

"Oh."

It's a long time.

"No accident, just a month." For medical skills, men have confidence in Shanglu.

Smell speech, inkstone when seven immediately cover his belly, a face cunning, "he is a Chinese medicine, that he will look, smell and ask?"? How about giving me a pulse number? "

Man hook lip smile, think of Shanglu's problems, his eyes across the interest, mellow to open a cavity, "can."

"I think if he is an old Chinese medicine doctor, he should be able to feel that I am a happy pulse. That's what TV plays do. "

She said with a smile, in addition to the pupil eyes no spotlight, beautiful white face is still holding a warm smile.

The man kept his eyes on her, and she never showed any pessimism and sadness after the accident.

Still optimistic, still love to laugh, even if the eyes can not see clearly, also never complained about the unfair fate.

No matter how good she is, she should be safe again.

……

Half an hour later, Lian Zhen knocked on the door, "Mr. Shang came out of the laboratory."

"Come on!" The man got up and told inkstone Shiqi not to move. When he came back, he swaggered out of the door.

After the man left, the smile on the tip of his eyebrows faded away.

She is a little melancholy, not her own illness, but... Fourth brother's company.

He just accompanied her to treat her eyes in the Research Institute. Qin didn't have him. I don't know if there would be any trouble.

At the door of the laboratory, Shanglu took off the mask and kept pressing the center of the eyebrow.

After a day's medication, I feel dizzy.

It's been a long time since he's been working so hard.

In front of the corridor, the steady footstep of the man came, "how?"

"The first course of treatment is ready. I'll give her the medicine later. Let her stay in the sterile room when the medicine is applied. " Then he took out an old cloth bag from his experimental suit.

Qin Baiyu looked and recognized that it was his family silver needle.

"Her eyes need to be decompressed. When I apply medicine, I'll give her needles. Isn't she afraid of pain?"

The man's eyes move up, on his tired eyes, a straight line, "you light."

Shanglu

Women are trouble!

Lian Zhen stood aside, looking at the silver needle in Shanglu's hand for a moment, "does Mr. Shang know something about acupoints?"

Shanglu followed Lian Zhen's line of sight and looked at the small cloth bag in his hand. He didn't answer the question: "my surname is God."

Lian Zhen was stunned, but soon he looked strange. "Mr. Shen knows something about acupoints?"

The little uncle thought that the other party was correcting his address.

But, Shanglu a small cloth bag closed, that too delicate eyebrows with a few silk arrogant, "ancestors, surname Shennong."

Shennong?!

Lian Zhen is in a trance!

In the long history, the descendant of Shennong who has tasted all kinds of herbs?!

Qin Baiyu, who was standing on one side, gave him a faint glance and didn't tear down the platform.

When he first met Shanglu, he was so proud to say that his surname was Shen, a descendant of Shennong.

At that time, he said without expression: "Shennong's descendants, near Shennong mountain in China, you, a Chinese born in Palma, are not Shennong's descendants?"

Then, he had a fight with Shanglu, so he didn't know each other.