C7 You Are My Family My Living Faith

A bowl of medicinal herbs took another half an hour, but this time around, there was a tiny bit of progress compared to last time. This involuntarily caused Mo Qingcheng to heave a sigh of relief in her heart.

He took out the cotton handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Originally, I thought that you would only be able to eat something after three days. But now, it seems that you can drink some hot soup today. I'll come and drink some hot soup for you later.

Mo Qingcheng carried the empty bowl out of the house, and strolled into the kitchen. Seeing that Jin was cooking, she couldn't help but take out a dry steamed bun from her bamboo basket and started to nibble on it.

Jin Yu, who was cooking, would occasionally glance over at the person sitting on the chair with his legs crossed and munching on steamed buns. His gaze was even weirder than if he had seen a ghost.

Qingcheng had long noticed the abnormality of the gold and could not help but furrow her brows. With wide eyes, she asked:

"What are you looking at? Am I that strange? "

Jin opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He could only continue to cut vegetables with his head down; he could not believe that Brother Qingcheng, who had always been carefree, would take so much care of people. Such meticulousness was enough to make a woman sigh. Why hadn't he noticed it before? He didn't know if his Master knew, but he believed that after seeing it, she would be as shocked as he was.

"Call me when the meal is ready. I'll go to the front hall first."

Jin turned around and looked at Mo Qingcheng. He originally wanted to say, 'You worked hard last night, so it's best to take advantage of the fact that there's no one around at noon.' However, Mo Qingcheng had already left the kitchen and was heading towards the front hall. Jin could only sigh and continue cooking, but her heart couldn't help but pray for her master to return faster.

After dinner, Jin came to the front hall. Because there were too many patients attending to her in the morning, not many came in in the afternoon. However, Qingcheng had a free time as she sat on the chair and dozed off.

"Cough, cough." Jin stood by his side and coughed to remind the people who were napping.

Qingcheng woke up from her stupor and looked to her side with sleepy eyes. But when she saw who the figure was, she couldn't help but wonder who it was. Qingcheng stood up, yawned heavily, and asked:

"Is the chicken soup ready?"

Jin glanced at Qingcheng unhappily, and answered unhappily:

"The food is ready, and the chicken soup that you ordered has been stewed." "I'm waiting for you to feed it."

Qingcheng smiled in embarrassment. She was about to say a few words of flattery to curry favor with Jin, but Jin didn't give her any chance to do so. She turned and left, leaving Qingcheng with only a few awkward coughs.

She understood that he was embarrassed to continue instructing her on what to do, so she could only run to the kitchen to scoop up the chicken soup. After that, she carried the fragrant chicken soup into the man's room, and like feeding medicine, she spent quite a bit of time letting the man finish the bowl of chicken soup.

"Rest well, I'll come see you again tonight."

After she finished speaking, Qingcheng left the room. She had originally planned to call for Jin to eat with her, but after walking around for a while, she still hadn't seen Jin. He knew that Jin was angry with himself and had gone to talk to his best friend about 'life'.

When she thought of Jin's soulmate, Mo Qingcheng felt that she should earn more money to help Jin build a family.

Jin had never experienced the warmth of home since she was young, so no one could imagine Jin's desire for home.

"Home?" Qingcheng couldn't help but yearn for her home, but soon after, fear arose in her eyes, a fear that could not be described with words.

"Whew." He let out a long sigh and shook his head, not thinking about the old days anymore.

In the evening, Qingcheng came to the man's room as promised. She first fed the medicine to the man, then applied some medicine on him before taking out a black cloth bag. She took out a silver needle from the cloth bag and held it in her hand as she looked at the man.

"Do you think it's strange? Why am I holding such a thin silver needle? " A mischievous smile appeared on Qingcheng's face.

Seeing that the man didn't say anything, he just stared at the hair-thin silver needle in his hand.

"Cough, cough." Mo Qingcheng coughed dryly; she didn't know how to explain it. He originally thought that no matter where he went, his medical skills would be the same. However, he never thought that in this foreign world, there would be such an ancient and mysterious medical skill called acupuncture and moxibustion.

Perhaps he would become the only person in the world who could use acupuncture. This feeling of being superior to others, this feeling of looking down on the world, this feeling of being too arrogant, just thinking about it made him unable to help himself.

"This was invented by myself. "It's called: Acupuncture."

What was called being shameless? What do you mean, shameless? What was bragging? At this moment, Qingcheng's performance could be said to have been described as perfect. He had to say that the Old Ancestor's invention was his own. If the Old Ancestor knew in the underworld, he would definitely crawl out from the grave in anger and slap this shameless fellow to death.

"You better not underestimate this hair-thin silver needle. It can cure serious illnesses." I just checked your arms and legs, and found that your muscles are showing signs of atrophy. Therefore, I will use my silver needles to perform acupuncture to open up those blocked meridians for you, so that you can recover faster and better. "