Chapter 148

"Can you give me a diagnosis of my lumbar spine? I've been on duty for a long time recently. It always hurts. " The police are respectful. Originally, it seems that Yu se is so young that she still doesn't believe her medical skills. However, according to the confession recorded by others before, she is mo Mingzhen's close disciple and immediately believes it.

Since we met, we should take advantage of this opportunity to let Yu se diagnose and treat lumbar vertebrae. It's very good.

It's much better to meet such an expert than to go to the hospital to register and queue up.

When Yu se heard him say, "I've been on duty for a long time recently," he looked at the past.

After a glance, he said, "dare acupuncture?"

Some people dare to be afraid of acupuncture. Although it doesn't hurt much to prick it down, some people will be afraid to see such a long needle into the skin.

"Dare." Said the policeman, biting his teeth.

"Yu se, don't listen to his nonsense. He was timid. Once he had a fever and went to the hospital for transfusion. Before the needle was put on, he jumped up in fear. Ha ha."

Yu se also followed with a smile, "it's OK, he absolutely dares not jump up under my hand. If he dares to jump, he doesn't get a needle directly. He has to have an operation to take it out. I don't have the ability to open an operation."

The policeman sat there, listening to the metaphor, but did not dare to move.

While taking the needle, Yu se continued to say to another policeman, "is my patient OK now?"

"It's trauma. Take medicine, give injections, and keep it for a few days. Thank you for saving him at that time, or I'm afraid I'll still be unconscious now."

"It's a piece of cake." Before the four words of metaphor and color were finished, the silver needle in the hand suddenly pricked down.

The policeman that sits this just reacts to come over, but only painful mosquito to mark a person like once, did not feel, "prick a needle?" Maybe it's his illusion. Simi should not have given him a needle.

"Well, it doesn't hurt after the injection?"

"No It doesn't really hurt. " The policeman didn't expect that Yu se would start suddenly when he was talking.

But it has to be said that her sudden attack made him unprepared.

Know not to ache, this next metaphor color is very easy to continue under five needles, this just stops.

"You can sit for fifteen minutes."

"Thank you." The police sat obediently, absolutely the most standard sitting posture.

"Relax, just sit as usual, or I'll have no effect with this needle."

"But But I can't relax. " The police stammered anxiously. It was inevitable that they would be nervous for the first time.

"How about I sing you a song?" Yu sexiao, anyway, she can't leave here. She has to pull out the needle in 15 minutes, so she can find something to do.

"Good." Hearing that Yu se was about to sing, the policeman looked at Yu se with expectant faces.

The police thought that she was looking for a accompaniment when she turned on her mobile phone. The result was not at all. She played a song.

Or modern pop songs.

He hasn't heard of it.

"Yu se, didn't you say you want to sing a song?" What he wants to hear is not to listen to the music in the mobile phone, but a totally different auditory experience.

"I lied to you." Yu se smiles, then looks at the policeman again, "you just relaxed very well, continue."

The police responded that the metaphor was meant to make him relax.

But I have to say, he really relaxed.

When the needle was still on his body, he felt no pain in his waist. As expected, he met a good doctor.

Twenty minutes later, two policemen left the school.

Several teachers in the office saw the metaphorical acupuncture technique and asked her to give them all.

In modern society, work pressure is great, coupled with too busy, everyone's family and career rotation, so, the body is also in a state of sub-health.

All the people who came here were given the needle one by one.

In exchange for the teachers' praise.

Until Mr. Zhang appeared and coughed hard, all the teachers just let metaphor go to class.

Almost forget that the main business of metaphor is learning, not medicine.

The morning passed quickly.

It can be said that Qimei No.1 middle school is well-known for its understanding of medical skills and medical treatment.

Many people are clamoring to see a doctor.

After reading the metaphor for a few times, it will not be shown again.

Because, there's no need to watch.

High school is indeed the most difficult three years of life.

Her classmates, in fact, are not sick, the reason why they feel a little uncomfortable, in the final analysis, almost all because of poor sleep.

Morning and night study, there is no time to have a good sleep.

Therefore, the prescription she prescribed was to sleep for three days and three nights after the college entrance examination, so as to ensure the health.

The students just let go of metaphor.Others are sub-health, in fact, she is.

I only slept for two or three hours last night.

Yu se didn't go back to the apartment at noon, so he had a hasty meal in the canteen and went to the dormitory for lunch break.

A good sleep, the afternoon will have the spirit.

It's still a minute to go. When school is over in the afternoon, the mobile phone lights up.

It is actually Mo Jingyao's message.

He and Xu Zhu are now waiting for her outside the school gate to visit the kindergarten chosen by Mo Jingyao for Zhu Xu.

The metaphor sorted things out and rushed out.

"Yu se, did you not have dinner at school again?"

"Well, I'll see you in the evening." She can't accompany Yang An'an, but she can't help it. She can't let go of Zhu Xu, because Zhu Hong still dies because of her.

So, to Zhu Xu, she has always been guilty.

Yu se quickly walked out of the school gate and saw the windy Bugatti not far away. He ran to the car and looked at it from the left and right. "Didn't you say you'd all wait for me in front of the supermarket?"

"In a hurry."

Mo Jingyao's words made her unable to refute.

Indeed, it will be a few minutes before she goes.

"Let's go." She doesn't care about him.

"Uncle Mo, is the kindergarten big?" Zhu Xu now, the most concerned is the kindergarten they are going to.

"Big."

"Can you slide the slide?"

"Yes, you can skate whenever you want."

"I have not skated, I have not been to kindergarten, uncle Mo, I have no experience, to kindergarten, children will laugh at me?"

"No, if someone bullies you, go to the teacher."

"No, it's like a complaint. I don't complain." This time, the little guy didn't listen to Mo Jingyao.

"Well, you'll subdue and bully you." Mo Jingyao smiles.

"Any way?"

"Yes, all right."

"That's easy. Hehe hehe." Wish you a look forward to it.

Mo Jingyao was the driver himself and arrived about ten minutes after driving.

Before the car stopped steadily, the metaphor got out of the car.

"Xiaose, what are you going to do?" Seeing how fast she walked, Mo Jingyao frowned.