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Sometimes, Beauty Jing even doubted herself why she was so interested in making medicine. For her, researching a new pill was her greatest happiness. No matter what, as long as she worked hard, she would succeed.

A kind of obsession with medicine was her biggest dream.

When he opened his eyes, all his fatigue was gone.

One hour.

At this moment, the medicine within the small medicine cauldron was almost done boiling.

Using a wooden spoon to take the paste out of the medicine cauldron, at the right temperature, she put the paste into a small pill and put it into a clean glass bottle.

He opened the bottle, put out the charcoal, and put the medicine cauldron away properly. Then, he got up and went to the ward downstairs.

Liang Zhen stood beside him and whispered, "A'Chen, you have to wake up. If you don't wake up, I'll go with you. Don't let me suffer the pain of losing you again. Jiajia needs your protection. You have to wake up, definitely."

The low voice was so dry and rough that even those who heard it could not help but feel their noses go sour.

"Big brother." As if he had cried for a long time just now, he could not bear it anymore and advised, "Big brother, you are not completely recovered yet, so do not be too sad. The cold poison will attack, and the consequences are unimaginable, this is a pill I just made to restrain the cold poison, take two of them first, when you return to the hospital, follow the instructions and take them. After a week, I will give you a review, I believe that the previous poison will continue to be used, and before long, the poison in your body will be finished."

Liang Zhen extended his right hand and took the pill bottle from Beauty Jing's hand.

His fingertip touched Beauty Jing's fingertip.

An electric current instantly spread throughout Liang Zhen's body.

Her hand was still so enchanting, so warm.

Ten years ago, when that little girl reached out to hold his hand, she had the same electric shock feeling. At that moment, when he was already 18 years old, he suddenly felt as if he had been struck.

Looking at the little girl dressed in a white filial dress who stood in the sunlight with a calm face, standing in front of everyone without sadness, joy, anger, or fear, at that moment, her entire body emitted an extraordinary light.

"Jiajia, thank you!" Liang Zhen hastily retracted his slender hand. Due to the long period of being frozen, his skin and hands appeared very weak, very pale. They had not moved for ten years, and now that he had recovered his senses, even he didn't believe that it was true.

When Liang Zhiwu showed him the photo of him being frozen in the ice coffin, he almost couldn't believe it. He thought it was real, that it was just a dream, and his memories only stayed when he was tied up in the snow and ice for three days and three nights.

When he was alive, the tendons in his right foot had been cut off, causing him to lose consciousness in the snow and ice. Afterwards, he remembered that his third brother, Liang Zhiwen, had also been caught and watched him slowly lose consciousness as he was tied up in the ice.

Thinking of Liang Zhiwen, Liang Zhen felt a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn't help but cover his aching heart with his hands.

When Beauty Jing saw Liang Zhen clutching his chest, her face turned pale. She hastily went forward and helped him sit on the sofa before finding a cushion to lie on.

After undoing the patient's clothes, Beauty Jing took out a silver needle from the medicine box beside her and gave it to Liang Zhen for acupuncture.

Over a dozen silver needles simultaneously pierced towards Liang Zhen's chest.

First, there was pain, then a feeling of numbness, then a feeling of warmth. This feeling spread out in all directions along with the warmth around his heart, all the way to his body.

The pain in his chest lessened, and he began to sweat profusely. His pale face blushed slightly.

Liang Zhen let out a long sigh.

"Thank you!" Only by doing so could he express the guilt in his heart.

"Big brother, don't be agitated or sad. Your heart is very weak and needs time to recover. You need to be in bed to rest." As the beauty Jing Jing saw the color gradually returning to Liang Zhen's face, she let out a long sigh.

Extending his small hand, he withdrew the silver needles on Liang Zhen's chest one by one. Then, he moved Liang Zhen's right leg onto his knee and gave him acupuncture and physical therapy as well as massage.

When the soft hand made contact with Liang Zhen's skin, all the nerves in his body tensed up. When Beauty Jing felt the patient's nervousness, she slowly pressed her index finger against the Taichong Acupoint on Liang Zhen's foot. She felt the patient's body gradually relax before she started acupuncture.

After a few months of physical therapy and acupuncture, he had finally regained his consciousness. This was something that was nearly impossible in the medical world, but Beauty Jing had created a miracle in the medical world, and in order to spread this medical technique, the Capital Hospital had established the Department of Physiotherapy, Acupuncture, and Moxibustion, so that those students who had studied traditional Chinese medicine would have a place of use.

Most of the injured members in the army needed to undergo physiotherapy, so they had formed a specialized nursing medical team. These people didn't need to participate in field military exercises, so they could only select outstanding talents from various universities to fill these vacancies. As the first batch of outstanding talents, Beauty Jing had broken the rules and hired them.

When she received the notice, she was stupefied, but it was also something she had dreamed of. In order to be able to pass on the acupuncture and moxibustion, she happily accepted it and went to the hospital in the morning to check in. Every Wednesday and Saturday, she would go to a clinic.

They're officially on duty next week.

It was almost noon when Jing Jia finished massaging Liang Zhen's entire body, then she treated him with physical therapy to expel the poison. After a circle, Liang Zhen felt as if the cold was gradually fading, he accompanied the two old men to finish lunch, Liang Zhen was sent back to the hospital to rest, the two old men stayed in the sickroom for a moment, then they went back to their rooms to rest for the afternoon.

Lying on the bed, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. For her, it was not a matter of not being able to wake up, it was just a matter of time.

Bo Liangchen opened his blue eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment. Then, he turned his head and looked around.

He moved his finger, moved his left foot, and found that it was lifted high, with a plank in it. Turning his head, his left hand moved, touching something warm, moving his body a little, and he saw a white face lying asleep in a crook of his arm.

His little girl was sleeping soundly. Her long eyelashes were tightly closed, slightly curved, and her eyebrows were as long and as black as willow leaves. Her dark red lips were slightly parted as she exhaled.

He stretched out his left hand to caress the woman's face, but he stopped mid-air. He looked at his own palm that was wrapped in a ridiculous hemostasis bandage, and then put his hand down.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he reached for the oxygen mask. He lifted his hand and touched his head. Surprisingly, he found the white bandage. His face was gloomy.

His scalp felt itchy. He wanted to touch it, but when he pressed it with his finger, he found it to be painful. Thus, he let out a long sigh.

The woman's long eyelashes twitched. Then, she abruptly opened her sleek black eyes and hastily jumped up. She held the man's big palm and warned, "Don't touch it. It will make you angry." There was anger in his tone.

Bo Liangchen felt a bit wronged as he softly said one word: "It's itchy."

Beauty Jing pressed the man's hand down and pulled it back to the side. She was stunned for a moment before realizing that the Chief was referring to the itch in his scalp.

With an "oh", she started to remove the gauze on the man's head. Since it was summer and the temperature inside the room couldn't be too low, it would be a little hot to prevent the wound from getting infected.

He untied the gauze and ordered: "I will disinfect your wound. You will feel pain if you endure it." Beauty Jing held a cotton swab and gave a man a shot of prophylactic.

Bo Liangchen nodded and only stared at the waffle in Beauty Jing's hand.

One of the swabs in her hand was iodine and the other was covered in pink powder.

Beauty Jing began to clean the wound on Bo Liangchen's head. Since the wound was on the side of his head, she had to rub it sideways for him, and the open patch of snow on his chest almost brushed the man's nose. The man took a deep breath, and a burst of jasmine fragrance seeped into the tip of his nose.

Beauty Jing's body froze. She stopped moving and lowered her head to look at the man, only to discover that her current position was too ambiguous. Clouds were flying over her face.

He quickly put down the cotton swab in his hand and went around the end of the bed to take care of the wound from the other side.

The man's gaze followed her as she moved. His gaze burned as if he wanted to burn her to ashes.

"Where's my hair?" A deep voice came from the man's throat, filled with anger.

"It's shaved. It'll grow in a few days." Beauty Jing didn't look at the man's sullen face. She continued to treat the wounds on his head.

"Is it ugly?" The man's eyes darkened. He didn't want his ugliest appearance to appear in front of the little girl.

Beauty Jing stood up and placed the cotton swabs on a plate on the table beside her. Inside the swabs were the swabs that she had used a while ago.

He looked around, then rubbed his chin. He didn't say anything.

Bo Liangchen was somewhat uncertain, so he said, "Bring me the mirror, let me take a look."

Beauty Jing felt it was funny. Why did this man place so much importance on his image? Was it because of the Chief? The big shots were all like this. Recalling how when a man was healthy, he would dress himself up like a noble prince with an imposing manner that made it difficult for people to get close to him. Thus, he obeyed the order and went to look for a mirror.

Fortunately, after a short while, the servant brought over a small square mirror the size of a book.

Beauty Jing held up the mirror and tilted her head to let someone see her current situation.

In the mirror, the bare-headed Good Chen was lying there with a gloomy face. There were a few small wounds on his head, and there were some tiny stitches on it. At this moment, there was some pink powder on it, making it look rather comical.

Bo Liangchen's eyes were wide open, and he found it hard to speak. He was so ugly, and could not even bear to look at himself. Thus, he closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and said: "Find me a hat."

Beauty Jing pouted and said, "It's better this way. Besides, this way is pretty good. I look really handsome! "Not ugly at all?"

Bo Liangchen's face was still gloomy, it was obvious that he did not believe him: "If you really aren't ugly, then kiss me and I will believe you!"