After Breaking Off the Engagement, a Cold Military Officer Spoils Me Endlessly

C14 - C16

When I walked into the room, I saw an old man lying on the bed, his body shaking constantly because of coughing. His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his eyes revealed despair and helplessness.
　　
　　Ling Yao walked forward and tapped Mr. Yang's body with her fingers quickly.
　　
　　The next moment, Mr. Yang stopped coughing.
　　
　　Mrs. Yang looked unbelievable. You know, since her husband fell ill, he would wake up soon because of coughing even if he fell asleep, not to mention that when he was awake, he almost never stopped coughing. It seems that this little girl is really capable.
　　
　　Lu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, with a hint of smile in his eyes.
　　
　　Ling Yao walked forward and began to diagnose and treat Mr. Yang. She first carefully observed Mr. Yang's complexion, pulse and physical condition, and then asked some questions about his medical history and living habits.
　　
　　After that, Ling Yao took out the silver needles and the iron box with alcohol cotton from her bag, and said while disinfecting: "Mr. Yang! I need to give you an acupuncture first, I hope you can cooperate."
　　
　　Mr. Yang nodded in cooperation, "Go ahead." He stopped coughing and didn't feel so uncomfortable. These days, he was really tortured to death by coughing. He took a lot of medicine and had acupuncture, but it didn't work.
　　
　　"Do you need my help?" Lu Qingyun walked up and asked Ling Yao.
　　
　　"Please help Mr. Yang take off his shirt. I want to give him acupuncture." Ling Yao was not polite.
　　
　　Lu Qingyun nodded, walked up and stretched out his hand to help Mr. Yang unbutton his shirt, and then took it off.
　　
　　"Okay." Ling Yao nodded, stepped forward, and inserted the silver needles in her hand into Mr. Yang's body one by one.
　　
　　The silver needles in Ling Yao's hand jumped lightly in the air, as if dancing a graceful dance.
　　
　　At this time, the door was pushed open and an old man hurried in.
　　
　　Liu Wenshan came to see Mr. Yang today. He heard from the servants of the Yang family that a little girl had come and was treating Mr. Yang upstairs, so he hurried up.
　　
　　Mr. Yang's illness was not an ordinary illness. Even he had no confidence that he could cure it. How could a little girl cure it? It was really ridiculous.
　　
　　But after pushing the door in, he was stunned when he saw Ling Yao's acupuncture. If he was not mistaken, she should be using Taiyi needle. He
　　
　　looked at Ling Yao in shock and disbelief. She looked no more than twenty years old. She actually knew the legendary Taiyi needle. Who was her master?
　　
　　Mr. Yang soon felt a cool feeling in his body, which made him feel comfortable all over. Not long after, the cool feeling turned into a hot flow, warming his whole body and making him feel refreshed, especially his lungs. He hadn't felt so comfortable for a long time.
　　
　　Ling Yao saw that the time was almost up, so she took off the silver needle. This set of acupuncture was taught to her by an old Chinese doctor in her previous life. That time she went to Yangcheng to attend a medical exchange meeting and met an old Chinese doctor. The old Chinese doctor's wife and children died when he was young, leaving him alone and helpless.
　　
　　Ling Yao and he hit it off at first sight and became close friends regardless of age difference. After that, the old Chinese doctor taught Ling Yao everything he had learned throughout his life. He said he hoped she could put her knowledge into practice, promote Chinese medicine, and save more people.
　　
　　"Did you just use Taiyi needles?" Liu Wenshan had seen descriptions of Taiyi needles in books, and he was sure he was not mistaken.
　　
　　Ling Yao turned to look at Liu Wenshan and nodded, "It was Taiyi needles."

　　"May I ask who your master is?"
　　
　　"Sorry! It's inconvenient to tell you." The old Chinese doctor is still abroad now. He will not return to China for ten years. Even if she tells him, no one will know him, and the old Chinese doctor doesn't want too many people to know who he is.
　　
　　In his previous life, he told her that he was not interested in fame and fortune. He didn't need others to know who he was. He just wanted the world to know Chinese medicine and use Chinese medicine. He also told her that if anyone asked who taught her Taiyi needle, she must not say that it was him who taught her.
　　
　　Ling Yao looked at Mrs. Yang, "Mrs. Yang! Please give me a pen and paper."
　　
　　"Okay." Mrs. Yang saw that Mr. Yang was in good spirits now, and she was somewhat glad that she didn't insist on her own opinion before. She was too judgmental of people by appearance before. She must apologize to Ling Yao later.
　　
　　Bring the pen and paper to Ling Yao.
　　
　　Ling Yao took the pen and paper and began to write the prescription for treating Mr. Yang's illness on the paper.
　　
　　Lu Qingyun and Liu Wenshan stood on the left and right beside Ling Yao, watching her write the prescription.
　　
　　When they saw her handwriting, they couldn't help but feel admiration. Ling Yao's handwriting was like iron painting and silver hook, and every stroke was full of power and charm, as if it was about to fly off the paper. Her handwriting was like a masterpiece written by a calligrapher, and like the dancing figure of a fairy, which made people intoxicated.
　　
　　The two sighed in their hearts that this word is not only a word, but also an art, a cultural inheritance. I didn't expect that she could have such attainments in calligraphy at such a young age. It's really not simple.
　　
　　Ling Yao stopped writing and handed the prescription to Mrs. Yang, "Mrs. Yang, take this prescription, decoct it and take it, one meal in the morning and one in the evening."
　　
　　"Okay, thank you, Miss Ling! And I apologize to you for my previous attitude. I judged people by their appearance."
　　
　　"It's okay, I understand your feelings." Ling Yao smiled and shook her head, without any pride on her face.
　　
　　"If you have anything to ask in the future, just ask. As long as our Yang family can do it, we will never refuse." Old Master Yang said. He felt refreshed and in a good mood.
　　
　　Ling Yao was waiting for this sentence, so she took the opportunity to say, "I do need your help with something."
　　
　　Old Master Yang was slightly stunned, and nodded with a smile, "Go ahead."
　　
　　"It's like this. My friend is Zhao Kun, the director of Longteng Pharmaceutical Factory. His new drug was detained by the Food and Drug Administration. I hope you can help me." Ling Yao explained the situation in detail. When they were in the teahouse today, Zhao Kun brought the information to her to see, and she also looked at the new drug, and there was no problem.
　　
　　"Is the drug qualified?"
　　
　　"I brought the medicine and the information here, please take a look." Ling Yao took out the medicine and the information from her bag and handed them to Old Master Yang with both hands.
　　
　　Old Master Yang took it, opened it and looked at it carefully, and nodded, "Okay, I'll help you with this."
　　
　　"Thank you!" Ling Yao smiled happily. The matter was finally resolved.
　　
　　"Grandpa Yang! Leave this matter to me, I'll solve it." Lu Qingyun said.
　　
　　Ling Yao looked at Lu Qingyun in surprise.
　　
　　The corners of Lu Qingyun's mouth slightly raised, outlining a shallow arc. This smile was like a ray of warm sunshine, gently brushing across his cold face, melting the coldness on his face, and making him instantly soften a little, "You saved my cousin, I should return a favor to you."