Don't blame me for taking advantage of it

After An Ting came out of the bathroom, he was taken to a place similar to a consultation room.

There is a whole row of traditional Chinese medicine cabinets embedded in the wall. In front of the cabinets are black marble countertops, golden scales, and some small tools for brewing and pounding medicine.

Jiang Bo and Qin Chengyan were sitting at a rectangular table chatting, and on the table was a pulse-diagnosing pillow.Seeing An Ting come in, she greeted him to come and sit.

An Ting came over and sat on the patient's seat, the senior sat on the left, and Jiang Bo was opposite.

"Come on, give me your hand."

Jiang Bo moved the pillow away and tapped the tabletop.

An Ting hesitated for a moment, and stretched out both hands together.

His skin was cold and white, with narrow bones and not much flesh. His fingers appeared long and thin, much like the hands of a pianist.

Jiang Bo took a second look, and suddenly felt a pain in his calf.

"What are you doing?" He looked at Qin Chengyan, "Why are you kicking me?"

"Drink water."

Qin Chengyan put the porcelain cup in front of him, and because of too much force, a few drops of hot water inside shook out, and then he wiped it off expressionlessly.

Jiang Bo looked at him suspiciously for several times before turning his eyes back to the hands in front of him.

The trauma from the car accident was almost healed, but it still left horrific scars, lingering on the skin like twisted little bugs.

Jiang Bo held one of them, and began to look at it gently from top to bottom. He used skillful force, and his eyes kept observing An Ting's micro-expression.Once there is a change, the force will be withdrawn immediately.

Within a few minutes, Jiang Bo withdrew his hand.

"It's not serious, but there are a few joints that really need to be recuperated. If you want to recover faster, you can use medicinal baths and acupuncture."

An Ting withdrew his hand, watched Jiang Bo go to the medicine cabinet to pick and choose, put the medicinal materials into the medicine pot and walked over, and put them directly in front of Qin Chengyan.

"Mash them all."

Because there are a lot of medicinal materials to cook the medicated bath for soaking hands, the pot for pounding medicine is also big, and the open mouth is like half a washbasin.A strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine came out from inside, Qin Chengyan lowered his eyelids, first saw the piled up insect corpses, and subconsciously frowned.

An Ting: "..."

He quickly said, "Don't bother brother, I can do it myself..."

"Sit down."

Qin Chengyan held the pestle and pinned him to the chair with one look.

"That's right, you just let him do it." Jiang Bo took out a set of silver needles from the drawer of the long table, and motioned An Ting to put his hands on it, "Come on, we still have work to do!"

Jiang Bo's needles were fast and accurate, and An Ting didn't need to worry about it at all. His eyes gradually fell on the seniors beside him.

Qin Chengyan didn't seem to be doing this kind of work for the first time, and his movements seemed skilled.He was holding a pounding pestle, his fingers were long and slender, his nails were clean, the protruding joints were beautiful, and the blue veins of blood vessels could be vaguely seen.

He lowered his eyes, and his expression looked confidently indifferent.

The senior seems to have such a confident look in everything he does, and rarely shows blank or entangled emotions.This state is actually very bluffing, especially for children.

An Ting suddenly remembered that when he was in high school, he used to study by himself in the evening.When he left school, he found that it was not his father but his senior who was waiting for him at the school gate.

"Teacher has something to do."

Qin Chengyan stood under the streetlight, with broad shoulders and long legs, many people were looking at him.

At that time, every time after school, there was a traffic jam near the school.So the two didn't take a taxi and chose to walk back.

Unexpectedly, just after turning a corner, the road collapsed, and the whole street was blocked by the traffic police, so he had to find another way.

It would be a long detour, and An Ting happened to be standing at the gate of an old residential area.He looked in, and said with some uncertainty, "I remember that my father seemed to take me through here, and I could pass through, but I'm not sure about the exact way..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Chengyan dragged him in.

"Go here."

Senior Qin had this expression on his face at that time, serious and steady, as if he had walked this road [-] times.So An Ting didn't even ask, and obediently followed behind him.

Then they got lost.

There are no lights in the old community, and the planning and construction are messy. Several large and small communities are connected together, occupying a huge area.The two walked around for five or six minutes, and they still saw buildings and buildings.

Finally, Qin Chengyan's iceberg-like face revealed a trace of bewilderment, like a squirrel that couldn't find a hazelnut.

That expression was so cute that it was a foul, An Ting remembered it for many years.

later.........

An Ting froze for a moment, how did they come out?

Another silver needle was inserted into his hand, and pain came in, and Senior Qin's face was right in front of his eyes.An Ting was startled, and suddenly remembered.

He was a high school student at the time and found it a little nervous to get lost.Qin Chengyan looked at him for a while, then took his hand very naturally and said, "Don't be afraid."

An Ting was actually not afraid, and the only slight worry was dispelled by the temperature from the senior's hands.

Qin Chengyan's hand was much more temperamental than his, not only was it warm, it was also very soft, and it didn't feel uncomfortable at all when held in the palm.

Later, they happened to run into a resident who was about to leave the community, and followed the resident before going out.

An Ting had already forgotten about this matter, but now that he thought about it, it was so clear that even the touch of the senior's palm was still fresh in his memory.

"what happened?"

Qin Chengyan, who was making medicine, suddenly raised his eyes, and met An Ting's eyes.

An Ting was taken aback.

"You've been looking at me," Qin Chengyan put down the pestle and asked again, "What's wrong?"

"........"

An Ting came to his senses, turned his head in a panic, stared straight at his hands full of silver needles and said, "...It's nothing, I just think making medicine looks interesting."

Qin Chengyan's eyes fell on the child's reddened ears, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Okay?"

It happened that Jiang Bo finished the injection at this time, breaking An Ting's embarrassment.

He took the pounding pestle and looked at it, and whistled, "It's ok! It seems that going abroad for so long has not been wasted."

"Come on," Jiang Bo pointed to the door, "Go boil the medicine, this kid still has a few injections in his hand."

An Ting blinked, hesitated for a moment and said, "That...my name is An Ting."

Little kids sound so weird.

Jiang Bo said casually, "Succeed, then I will call you Xiao An'an."

"?"

Qin Chengyan had already walked to the door, but he still turned his head when he heard this sentence, and warned coolly, "Don't yell."

"Let's go, you." Jiang Bo chased him away, and when the figure disappeared, he turned his gaze to An Ting's hand again and asked, "Xiao An'an, how do you feel?"

An Ting: ".......It feels a little hot."

It's amazing, the place where the silver needle is pierced is like applying a warm treasure, and you can feel the tingling sensation when the blood flows through it.

Jiang Bo snapped his fingers, "That's right, that means your injury is really not serious, and you will recover quickly."

"really?"

An Ting felt a little unbelievable. When he went to the hospital a few days ago, the doctor said that he wanted to recover, which would take half a year or a year.

"You are all brought by Lao Qin, can I lie to you? That's me." Jiang Bo smiled and unscrewed another needle, "And we have known each other for more than [-] years, and you are his number one." A person brought to my house, I have to do my best."

I don't know if it's because Jiang Bo used a little too much strength, An Ting felt his muscles sore.

He thought about it seriously, and explained, "It should be because the senior wants to participate in the competition with me. My hand injury is not good, which is a drag on the progress."

"You're his junior?" Jiang Bo looked An Ting suspiciously up and down, then slapped his head suddenly, "Are you that old Qin's younger brother who went to help with tutoring for a whole senior year?"

An Ting: "...It should be me."

Jiang Bo's expression instantly became weird.

"What's wrong?" This time it was An Ting's turn to ask.

"It's okay, it's okay," Jiang Bo quickly waved his hands, changing the subject, "Wait another 10 minutes, and the acupuncture will be over."

An Ting didn't hesitate, just said, "Thank you, Doctor Jiang."

"Don't call me doctor, it sounds awkward. I'm a few years older than you, so you should call me elder brother. Oh no!" Jiang Bo changed his words as if remembering something, "You still call me... ...Brother Jiang, don't call me brother."

An Ting nodded, and asked again, "Brother Jiang, how much is my medical fee? I'll transfer it to you."

"Hey, how could I take money from you?" Jiang Bo confided, "We will be a family from now on."

After meeting An Ting's suspicious eyes, he pinched himself abruptly, and suddenly changed his words, "I mean, you are Lao Qin's younger brother, isn't that also my younger brother? How can I ask for my younger brother's money?"

An Ting's attitude was very firm, "No, the money must be given."

Jiang Bo was at a loss. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on a picture and showed it to An Ting, "Then you buy two tickets? This Sunday, our orchestra will perform at FLY, you can come and play Ah, just pay the medical bills."

"Will you get paid if I buy it?"

"Of course," Jiang Bo smiled, "This is my band, come on, let's add a WeChat in a while, and I'll send you the ticket channel."

After 10 minutes, the silver needle was pulled out.An Ting curled his fingers slightly, and it did feel much more comfortable.

He scanned Jiang Bo's WeChat, followed the instructions and placed an order for 20 tickets in one go.

Good Chinese medicine is very expensive, this An Ting knows.And looking at the decoration of Jiang's house, it can be seen that Jiang Bo is not an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor.

"You are so generous," Jiang Bo put away his phone and said to him, "You can only take a medicinal bath two hours after acupuncture. You sit here for a while, and I go to buy some food. Shall we eat by ourselves at noon?"

"It's too much trouble for you." An Ting got up and sent him out.

"No trouble," Jiang Bo casually took a baseball cap and put it on, "The main thing is that there is no small Thai pepper at home, and Lao Qin can't eat without spicy food. I'll go buy him some cold dishes."

An Ting's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Jiang Bo staggered out the door, leaving him standing by the door in a daze.

Isn't the senior... the same bland mouth as yourself?