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When Yan Xiu went downstairs, he saw Qing Shaoyu giving a maid an injection, so he went up to look curiously.

"Do you know Chinese medicine?"

"A combination of Chinese and Western," Qing Shaoyu responded.

Yan Xiu actually knows some medical skills, and he doesn't know why he knows it, but as soon as he sees herbs or something, he can know what it is and what it can do.

And it would depend on Qing Shaoyu's acupuncture technique, which seemed to be quite old.

"Who did you learn acupuncture from?"

"I worshiped an old Chinese doctor when I was young," Qing Shaoyu said while administering the needle, "His medical skills are very good, and I have followed him for several years."

Yan Xiu nodded, and asked again: "Do you know Xu Wenfeng from the Xu family?"

"Of course I know. He is a famous young genius doctor. It's a pity that I have no status and can't see him, otherwise I will definitely ask him for advice."

"Yeah," said Yan Xiu, stood up and walked out.

The bodyguard at the door had already opened the car door, and the old housekeeper came out to deliver it in person.

Before getting into the car, Yan Xiu looked back at the room again. The old butler thought he couldn't let Chang Yun go, so he said, "Don't worry, sir, I will take good care of Chang Yun."

Taste the clouds?

Yan Xiu shook his head, then looked at Qing Shaoyu again.

"Go and check Qing Shaoyu for me, and be on guard against this person, don't let your family get too close to him, so does Changyun."

"Okay, don't worry, sir."

The car sped away, and the old housekeeper also turned to look at Qing Shaoyu who was chatting with the servant while getting the needle.

Don't tell me, he still doesn't think so. Thinking about it now, a young doctor in his twenties seems to be a little too good at medicine, and he knows a little too much.

This person should not be simple.

A bodyguard was recruited, and then he gave a few instructions in a low voice.

......

Qing Shaoyu knew the movements outside like the palm of his hand, and while packing up the silver needles, he twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that there was indeed something wrong with Yan Xiu.

After packing up his things and following the butler to the guest room, Qing Shaoyu obediently went to take a shower and change clothes, and then went to Changyun's room to show him his foot injury.

Seeing that Changyun had fallen asleep, he came back by himself.

......

Early the next morning, Chang Yun was woken up by the servant's yelling.

Hearing the loud voice outside the door calling him to eat, Changyun rolled his eyes helplessly, "I only dare to yell at me when the butler is not around, old man."

Opening the door in pajamas, Changyun yelled at the old woman outside the door, "Stop barking, I don't want to eat."

Then the door closed again with a bang.

As long as Yan Xiu and the housekeeper are not around, these old things who look down on people with a dog's eyes will speak sarcasticly to him, and they don't know what good it is to accept Su Yanning.

I'm so annoying.

The servant who came to call for the door saw that the door was closed, turned around and went downstairs with a snort, cursing as he walked, "It's just a lowly thing that sells butt, dare to yell at me."

......

Because of the pain in his feet, Changyun went back to lie down for a while, and didn't get up until Qing Shaoyu came to wake him up.

I looked at the time, it was already eleven o'clock.

"I heard your voice in the morning, and I just wanted to call you again at noon," Qing Shaoyu said softly standing at the door of Changyun's room.

Changyun changed his clothes and went out, opened his arms to let Qing Shaoyu carry him downstairs, but...

"Tianyun, it's already 11:30, why is no one cooking?"

"As long as Yan Xiu and the housekeeper are not around, they will be like this," Changyun snorted softly while sitting on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to tell Yan Xiu?" Qing Shaoyu asked, "If you don't cook this meal, what shall we eat?"

"Why did you say that? I don't care about my business," Changyun stood up with a limp, and Changyun opened his arms again, "Go, carry me to the kitchen, and I'll make noodles for you."