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"Zhang Shu, Zhang Shu, what's the matter with you?"

Lu Han felt that Zhang Shu looked at him with straight eyes, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes twice.

"Lu Han, you won't do anything to hurt broad beans, will you?"

Zhang Shu unexpectedly rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

His hands clasped his shoulders and gripped the back of his neck so hard, even threateningly, that Lu Han relaxed all his muscles and let him hold him.

The interaction between them has always been like this, because Zhang Shu works harder in bed, so Lu Han is quite tolerant of his strength, and always gives in at the right time. After so long, he has formed the current habit.

"What are you talking about? How could I hurt broad beans?"

"Well, I believe it."

Zhang Shu believed that Lu Han would not do it deliberately, because he was obviously surprised that he had this child. Although Lu Han had his ruthless side, he always apologized to innocent people, even those who People's misfortunes have nothing to do with him, and he will also lament for them, let alone his own flesh and blood.

"Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

Lu Han arched his body tentatively, and asked out of his embrace.

"No, nothing."

Zhang Shu looked away and looked elsewhere.

"Maybe I've been too tired recently, and I'm a little nervous."

He let go of Lu Han and pushed him on the bed.

"You have taken care of me for so long, are you tired now?"

"I'm not tired, if you still want to talk for a while."

Although Lu Han said so, his eyelids were all fighting. Today, when Zhang Shu was away, he was almost looking for a way out, but his colleagues in the past had visited all over, but they always hesitated I can't tell.

Lu Han had doubts in his heart, but now his identity was a bit embarrassing, and the secret censor could not enter the Hall of Ten Kings to meet him again, not to mention that it was for his own family affairs, not official business, but Cui Yu and the others His tone seemed to indicate that the higher-ups did not plan to intervene in this matter, and if there was no way out, they had no choice but to show their last cards.

What Lu Han doesn't want to do is to die, and what's more, he likes Wan Baylor's temperament, and he is willing to be good friends with him. Threats to friends will be a stain on his life. If Broad Bean is rescued, it is impossible to see Wan Wan again, really Is this the only way?

He struggled for a whole day, but he didn't want to bring his negative emotions to Zhang Shu. Now it seems that Broad Bean's life lamp has not been completely burned out. If things turn around...

Lu Han rested his pillow on Zhang Shu's thigh, thinking freely, while coping with him with his mouth, he was so sleepy that his head was tilted and he was trying to force himself.

"Lu Han, go to sleep, I'll keep watch for you."

Zhang Shu leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead. He kissed so long that Lu Han fell asleep instantly.

……

Zhang Mansion.

"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, I..."

"You drink the soup first and then talk."

Zhang Tingshu had already changed into robe-like pajamas at the moment, with a relaxed expression, which was very different from the aggressive temperament of suits and leather shoes in the daytime.

Zhang Shu picked up the decoction on the coffee table, and the bitter breath had already choked him a little uncomfortable before it entered his throat.

"Drink it. This is a prescription I brought back from the past. It has the effect of consolidating the root. It will help you hang on to the life light of the broad bean for a while before the matter is resolved."

"Really?"

Hearing what Zhang Tingshu said, Zhang Shu didn't hesitate at all. He closed his eyes and raised his neck, and poured a whole bowl of decoction into it. Spit it out yourself.

"Lu Han's side."

"He's already fast asleep, don't worry, old man, I came here so late because I wanted to..."

Zhang Tingshu waved his hand, interrupting Zhang Shu's words.

"Needless to say, Zhang Shu, go take a bath."

"...?"

Zhang Shu didn't understand what he meant, and stood still, looking at him hesitantly.

"Go, get ready, I won't hurt you."

For this sake, Zhang Shu had to go.

Although he is also a child of the Zhang mansion, he has never spent the night in this big mansion left over from the Qing Dynasty. He was raised outside since he was a child. It was the first time that he had to recognize his ancestors until his parents died. Carrying out such a private activity in the ancestral home.

This bathroom is quite clean, there is no trace of use at all, and all the toiletries are brand new. It seems that the old man has already prepared it earlier. Why do you have to take a bath here?Zhang Shu didn't dare to ask more questions, anyway, the old man would not harm him.

When he came out after washing, he found that on the service counter outside, the clothes he had folded had disappeared, replaced by a brand new set of hospital gowns.

"..."

Zhang Shu almost opened his mouth to greet the outside, but after thinking about it, he held back, changed his clothes and opened the door to go out.

In the small bedroom outside, Zhang Tingshu was sitting on the sofa at the head of the bed staring at his mobile phone. Beside him was a worn-looking pocket, and next to him was an operating room instrument cart, which contained various items for disinfection and hemostasis. .

"Grandpa, is this...?"

"Zhang Shu, come and lie down."

Zhang Tingshu's words were cold and impersonal, which made Zhang Shu hesitate, and unconsciously put his right hand on his abdomen.

"Don't be afraid, I will burn moxa for you."

Seeing his little movements, Zhang Tingshu twitched the corners of his mouth and waved to him.

"Burning moxa?"

Although Zhang Shu has no contact with this kind of thing in his daily life, he is the manager of a film and television company, so he has a certain understanding of the production of TV dramas. The drama code has been reflected in almost every play.

"I have the skill of Tongqi Huang. Many years ago, I also saved a child by burning moxa."

As Zhang Tingshu said, he stretched out his hand and opened the small cloth bag beside him, inside which were neatly placed rows of silver needles.

"This, doesn't it mean to burn moxa?"

Zhang Shu has seen the samples of his company. Isn't burning moxa just burning some wormwood and letting the patient lie on the bed, as if healed with incense?

"Heh, you have watched too many TV series, burning moxa is not such a simple matter, or are you afraid of pain?"

Zhang Tingshu saw his nervousness and made a rare joke.

"No, it's fine."

Sure enough, Zhang Shu was a little embarrassed, and obediently came over and lay down on the bed.

Zhang Tingshu didn't have any taboos, stretched out his hand and pulled up his hospital gown, exposing his abdomen which was slightly protruding than the average person, stretched out his hand to press on it, then pulled his wrist, and felt his pulse.

Zhang Shu's skin trembled under his hands, Zhang Tingshu stretched out his hands to carefully select the silver needles on his needle bag, shook his head, and rarely smiled.

"Are you afraid? If you can't stand the pain, you will have to suffer it in the future."

Zhang Shu's originally indifferent eyes suddenly became clear.

What was the old man talking about, his tone, as if he would definitely give birth to broad beans, could it be that things have progressed in the short time he was away?

By the way, when I entered the door just now, I found that the old man's expression was obviously relieved, maybe...

"what!"

Zhang Shu's thoughts were still running non-stop, and suddenly, without warning, he felt a heart-piercing pain.

Zhang Tingshu smiled wryly, had he become a quack who distracted him by rambling before giving the child an injection?

"It's okay, don't be nervous, the first injection is over, and the next one will not be so difficult."

Zhang Tingshu turned his cold fingertips, twisted the long silver needle handle in his hand, and slowly sent it into Zhang Shu's body. The first needle hit the acupuncture point. Zhang Shu has always felt that he deserves the word forbearance, but this time, he has doubts about his endurance.

"Well."

He didn't make a strong sound anymore, but his forehead was already sweating, and his hands were tightly clutching the bed sheet under him.

Zhang Tingshu turned a blind eye to this, since the first injection survived, it proved that the child's forbearance ability can last until the end of burning moxa, it seems that he did his best to keep this child.

His slender and cold fingers dexterously attached silver needles one after another, piercing Zhang Shu's skin, slowly helping him coordinate his breathing, and piercing into the skin.

Every time five silver needles are filled, the handles of the five needles must be wound together with a special silk thread to make them check and balance each other and open up the meridians of the person. This is the most painful time for the patient.

Zhang Shu's breathing also became rapid, and the sweat rolled down from his forehead, soaking the pure white bed sheet.

"It's almost over, just bear with it."

There was also a thin trace of sweat on Zhang Tingshu's forehead. The fetal position of the vaginal fetus was different from that of ordinary fetuses. Judging from the depth of the needles, the blurred entity of broad beans was kneeling in Zhang Shu's abdomen. He can't decide what to pay attention to at the moment, but fortunately, he heard from Lu Han before that the birth of vaginal fetuses is relatively smooth, because the constitution is soft and soft, so there is no need to be particularly rigid about the fetal position anyway.

"call."

Finally, after more than half an hour of acupuncture, Zhang Shu's body was covered with no less than a hundred silver needles, and five clusters were entwined with silk threads. As he breathed, the needle handles It was also shaking slowly.

"Now it's time to start burning moxa, can you bear it?"

"I'm fine, come on."

It may be because of the prolonged dull pain that lasted too long. Zhang Shu felt that he was almost numb. Since the feeling of the silver needle penetrating into the body can survive, it should not be a big problem if it is just burning moxa.

"Then, let's begin."

As Zhang Tingshu said, he lit the wormwood in the charcoal basin, held it with a small shovel, and brought the burning wormwood close to Zhang Shu's abdomen.

"Well……"

Zhang Shu's neck suddenly stuck back, what does it feel like?The heat of the wormwood is continuously extending into the body through the metal needles, coupled with the lingering pain just now, it is like handfuls of small soldering irons constantly poking into one's flesh, reaching the bottom of the soul end.

"no no."

His body began to swing uncontrollably, but he still clenched his teeth and stabilized his waist, not daring to move. Only now did he finally understand how painful this treatment is. Zhang Tingshu said just now that he used This method has saved a fetus, who is the mother of that fetus?How can a woman endure this kind of pain that even a man himself can't bear?

"No, no."

Zhang Shu's head began to swing from side to side, his body was like a carp jerking upright, swaying and swaying, it was a nervous twitch, and it could no longer be controlled by willpower at will.

"Damn."

Zhang Tingshu didn't expect Zhang Shu's reaction to be so big, it was probably because of the long-term pregnancy of a yin child, which caused the physical yin and cold, and the severe pain caused by the conflict with the yang fire.

He put his hand on Zhang Shu's shoulder and pressed him tightly, in case he would hurt himself if he struggled.

"Hey, you old zongzi, you don't even let your heirs go?"

Just when Zhang Tingshu started to get anxious, a joking voice sounded behind him.