Chapter 49 [003] Acupuncture and Body Odor (1)
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After class, when everyone saw Qin Kevin leaving the classroom, they immediately boiled over.
Many boys began to surround Yang Zimei, introducing themselves as businessmen. Yang Zimei also smiled at them one by one, remembering everyone's faces and names.
"Student Yang Zimei, hello, I'm Xia Mo."
The squad leader Xia Mo turned around and greeted Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei saw Xia Moshen asking for a show, with a dignified face and a sincere demeanor, which was different from the little girls around who were careful, so he liked her and said with a smile, "Hello, please take care of her in the future."
"Everyone is a classmate, so naturally take care of anything." Xia Mo smiled and said, "In the future, if there is anything you are not used to or don't understand in school, you can ask me."
"OK, thanks."
"You can also ask me, I will definitely be happy to solve problems for my classmates." Chen Xiaoqiang shouted loudly.
Yang Zimei glanced at him, and suddenly found that his Yintang was very dark, and the roots of the mountain were dark blue. He couldn't help staring at him for a while. Looking at him with the eyes of the sky, a scene appeared in his mind. At the crossroad, he was suddenly hit by a car and flew away, blood flowing one place.
She frowned slightly. As a classmate, she couldn't help but reminded: "Chen Xiaoqiang, it's best not to cross the intersection when the school is over, beware of bloodshed."
Chen Xiaoqiang looked at her suspiciously, wondering how she would say such a thing.
"Student Yang Zimei, why are you talking to Chen Xiaoqiang like this? Do you know him? Do you know that he passes through the intersection without traffic lights every day?" Xia Mo asked curiously.
Yang Zimei smiled and didn't answer. There was only so much she could remind her. She was not a universal Bodhisattva and had no obligation to help others, even if she was a classmate. As for whether he obeyed his own advice, it would depend on his own life.
When the class bell rang, Xia Mo saw that she didn't answer, so she didn't ask too many questions, but felt that Yang Zimei's black eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.
Seeing that the boys around his table had finally left, Huang Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then became nervous again because of his body odor.
He was really afraid that his odor would spoil his seemingly spotless deskmate, so he wrote a line in the notebook and pushed it to Yang Zimei.
"I'm sorry, I have body odor. If you feel uncomfortable, you can apply to the teacher for a transfer. I won't mind." Yang Zimei saw Huang Yifeng's inferiority and lowered his head when he saw the writing in the book. , Even his breathing seemed to be suppressed, probably because he was afraid of being disliked by himself, so he felt pity in his heart.
"I know acupuncture and moxibustion. If you believe me, after class, you can find a place where I can treat you and guarantee a cure." She wrote back in her notebook.
Seeing her reply, Huang Yifeng looked at her in surprise.
Today, with the decline of traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture and moxibustion for everyone just exists on TV, and not many people really understand it, except for some senior old Chinese medicine practitioners.
Now, his teenage female classmate actually said that she knew acupuncture, so he was not surprised.
He thought about it for a while, and wrote in the notebook: Okay, thank you, but did you bring a silver needle?
Yang Zimei nodded at him.
Since her mother had a miscarriage in front of her at the age of five, she has devoted herself to researching medical techniques, and the silver needle has never left her body.
Healing a disease and saving one's life is different from changing one's life against the sky.
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