After rebirth, I used medical skills to overwhelm the rich

Jiang Baoer really didn't think there was any ambiguity in what she said.

In her opinion, Wen Heng is just her patient, and patients are not divided into men and women in the eyes of doctors.

But after she finished speaking, the air in the medical hall suddenly became quiet. Wen Heng felt his face getting hotter and hotter, and even the skin on his neck turned pink.

He pulled his sleeves awkwardly, responded with a low voice, and ran towards the inner room without looking back.

Jiang Bao'er was looking for the medicinal materials he needed, so he didn't notice his strangeness, so he casually said to Mr. Zheng: "Wen Heng's pulse beats a little fast. It should be due to too much mental stress recently and a little neurasthenia. Mr. Zheng, I will trouble you to help him later. Get a massage."

Zheng Lao felt that something was wrong with Wen Heng from just now, and when he heard Jiang Baoer's words, his expression suddenly changed.

"You think his fast pulse is due to a nervous breakdown?"

Jiang Baoer turned her head to look at him, her eyes were crystal clear: "Yes, when I took the pulse, I didn't find any other symptoms."

Seeing her expression, Mr. Zheng knew that she didn't know what Wen Heng was thinking.

Jiang Bao'er quickly prepared the trauma medicine powder and was about to go to the inner room.

Mr. Zheng stepped forward suddenly and said, "I'll go and give him some medicine. In case this kid's injury is hidden, I'm sorry to show you, it will delay the treatment process. I'll give him a massage after I finish the medicine. "

Jiang Baoer thinks it makes sense, Wen Heng seems to have a thin skin, and he will indeed do things to hide his injuries.

She directly put the medicine bottle into Zheng Lao's hand, and went with Sun Yue to prepare the medicine solution for Wen Heng.

Wen Heng was sitting nervously in the small room, when he heard footsteps coming from the door, he looked over quickly.

It turned out that the person who walked in was not Jiang Baoer, but Mr. Zheng.

His eyes darkened, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

Sensing his fleeting little movement, Mr. Zheng smiled kindly: "You are disappointed to see it is me?"

"No." Wen Heng stood up expressionlessly, and took off his clothes.

Originally, Mr. Zheng wanted to warn him a few words, but his eyes were drawn to the wound on his body.

The injuries on the arms were scary enough, but the injuries on the torso were more serious.

There are criss-crossing whip marks, bruises from sticks, and some old scars.

Among them, several scars were left by cigarette burns. Judging by the color of the scars, they were at least ten years old.

How old was he then!

Elder Zheng was startled and angry, and felt more pity and intolerance towards Wen Heng.

He sighed and walked over to help him apply the medicine.

Some of the newly added wounds had almost begun to heal, and some were oozing blood ferociously because Wen Heng couldn't reach them and couldn't apply medicine.

Elder Zheng helped him treat the wound bit by bit, sprinkling medicine and bandaging it up, with a gentle and gentle technique.

After applying the medicine, Wen Heng quickly put on his clothes and was ready to go out.

Mr. Zheng raised his hand to stop him: "You've been tense recently, and you're under too much pressure. I'll help you with a massage, which can help you soothe your emotions."

"No need..." Wen Heng refused without thinking.

Elder Zheng said suddenly: "Bao'er asked me to do this."

Wen Heng closed his mouth instantly, and lay obediently on the bed.

Mr. Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, this kid really has thoughts on Bao'er.

Wen Heng didn't like others touching his body, but because of Jiang Baoer, he endured it.

Mr. Zheng is worthy of being a national treasure-level Chinese medicine practitioner, with superb techniques, Wen Heng's frown was unknowingly relaxed, and he felt extremely comfortable in his mind.

When he was falling asleep, he suddenly heard Elder Zheng say: "Boy, don't think too much, don't worry about people you shouldn't worry about, or you will affect your life expectancy if you think too much."

Wen Heng opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed.

He looked at Elder Zheng with a gloomy expression, his eyes vigilant and gloomy: "How do you know?"

Mr. Zheng smiled: "Your thoughts are so obvious, and only my big-hearted nephew can't notice it."