When Yan Qinglai learned the golden needle technique from his master, he had heard from his master that such a skill that turned white back into black hair was only found in the master's mouth and lost medical books. Don't mention it if you see it yourself, let alone let yourself be treated personally.

Mr. Ge handed a white porcelain bottle to Yan Qinglai and said, "I've brought you the medicine."

The light in the cottage was very bright, and the white porcelain bottle became more dazzling.

Yan Qinglai refused to take the white porcelain bottle, and his face was full of disbelief.

Old Ge smiled and said, "Try it, you have no losses."

Yes, if the treatment fails, she will not have to treat her mute disease at worst. What if it is cured? Wouldn't she make a big profit?

"That mute lady has promised it." Mr. Ge added.

Yan Qinglai took the white porcelain bottle, glanced at Mr. Ge, and said coquettishly: "If this is true, then you will be free."

She can no longer threaten him with a lifelong event.

Ge Weilong understood and laughed.

Shu Chu sat on the wisteria rack, and the four dimensions were filled with beautiful scenes of flowers and trees.

Chu Changqin walked over and said, "The white of Yan Jin Needle has fallen, and the black is growing. Although it is not very long, it is already in the ears."

Shu Chu's face was unrest, as if everything was expected.

Chu Changqin Xiao: This woman has always been sure to win.

"You don't have to worry about Jiao Sheng and others. I have left them a signal to wait for us at Yuzhou Xinyue Inn...".

Chu Changqin had nothing to say, but as he spoke, he stopped himself.

The woman looked salty and looked like "I've never been worried", which made him speechless.

He changed the topic and said, "Next, it's time for Yan Jinting to treat your mute disease. You don't have to worry too much. Yan Qingli's golden needle technique was bent in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but she lived in seclusion in the mountains and almost refused to be born. Now that she promised to apply needles for you, she must be very sure..."

When Chu Changqin looked up again, the wisteria rack was empty, and only the swing rack was swaying and swaying.

This mute...is so rude.

Chu Changqin laughed out loud, why do you think she is a little rude... cute?

Yan Qinglai's black has not grown very long yet. She wore a straw hat, which made her originally beautiful face look cute.

She looked at the woman sitting quietly on the chair and said, "Brother Long has checked you in detail. The poison caused by muscularity on your body was left when you were in the cradle. So now if I want to use the golden needle technique to help you eradicate it, I cannot do it in one piece, I must do it three times..."

The Ge Lao in Chu Changqin's mouth is indeed Brother Long who is eternal in Yan Qingli's eyes.

When Shu Chu could clearly see a hint of shyness from Yan Qinglai's face when he shouted the word "Brother Long".

Once a woman is infected with the word "love", she always looks stupid and dull.

Before Yan Qinglai could finish speaking, Shu Qian had already taken out a piece of rice paper folded into a square from her sleeve and handed it over.

Yan Qingli took it, opened it, and trembled: Doctors practice medicine, and they speak technically, so why should they speak too much?

This woman is really...

Yan Qinglai laughed silently. Did the mute lady have long expected that she would explain this to her before applying the needle to her?

Yan Qinglai couldn't help but say, "It's not that I'm talking nonsense, but that your disease is difficult. I can only apply an injection once in this cottage. I will give you a second injection in half a year. The remaining injection will be in the winter next year..."

Yan Qingli was talking, and Shu Qian took out a piece of rice paper folded into a square from her sleeve and handed it over. Yan Qingli: "..." Did this woman treat her sleeve as a trash basket?

When she opened the rice paper, Yan Qingli couldn't help but give Shu Qian a thumbs up in her heart. This woman was so smart. What she left on the rice paper was her address.

Yan Qingli couldn't help but suspect that this woman had the function of predicting her uncertainty.

While sighing in his heart, Shu Hu handed over the third piece of rice paper, but this time Shu Hu personally unfolded the rice paper, and the words on the rice paper suddenly came into Yan Qingli's eyes: "If my mute disease cannot be cured, what will you do?"

Yan Qingli's face instantly sank. Although this woman was just writing, why could she smell the undisputed coldness through this ink?

Yan Qingli looked up and saw Shu Hun's starry eyes as cold as a sword. She said quietly: "How are you going?"

Yes, how she is doing is how she is doing. This is not an inquiry, but a threat.

Shu Qian pulled Yan Qinglai's hand and wrote in her palm: The technique of golden needle.

Yan Qinglai was so excited: This woman has such a big ambition!

She actually coveted her golden needle technique. This technique is a master's secret technique and has never been passed on. When it is passed on to the next disciple, it means that the number of people who have mastered this technique has reached in the first office.

If this is to avoid it, the only way is to absolutely cure the woman's mute disease.

This woman is only thirteen or fourteen years old, but she is... so cruel!

Yan Qingli gritted his teeth and looked angry, but when he thought of his whiteness and turning black again, he still held back and changed his face and said, "Okay, let's start applying the needle now. This is the first needle. It is crucial for the next two needles. Everything is difficult to start..."

Shu Han glanced at Yan Qinglai with a slight glance. Yan Qinglai consciously shut up and bent over to open the golden needle bag, but it was still like a ray of light on her back. The woman's words were written on rice paper, but it seemed like a cold sound in her ears, which made her extremely ashamed and sweated coldly.

When a doctor practices medicine, why should he speak too much?

This woman is so rude!

Yuzhou, Xinyue Inn, three boys and girls were each in panic.

Jiao Jiao walked around the room anxiously, complaining: "Jiu Shengxin's mute nonsense, we have been waiting for her in the inn for almost a month, and she didn't even show up..." It was a crackling sound, like a cannon.

Su Xue was unhappy: "Let us wait at Xinyue Inn, but why did Mr. Chu blame her for what she left behind? I really can't stand a person. Even if she sacrifices you as a Bodhisattva, she should still be punished by death! Besides, the wife's money is all here with us, what is a month? Even if we wait for a year, we will have no worries about food and accommodation. If you don't want to wait, then you should go back to Shanlan Country!"

Su Xue was so clever and said Jiao Jiao's face turned red and red: "Jiao Sheng, look at Su Xue... you don't help me every time, I am your real sister..."

Jiao Sheng ignored Jiao Jiao's shouting and walked out of the house quickly.

It's almost a month, but he still can't wait for Shu Chan to come back. He feels even more messy than Jiao Jiao.

Jiao Sheng was upset and walked through the second floor corridor to the lobby downstairs.

In the inn hall, there are a lot of VIPs on the elegant seat, and the waiters come and go, shuttle between the guests.

Jiao Sheng's steps stopped on the stairs, his eyes lit up: "A Ying--"

It's really A Ying!

Jiao Sheng ran down the stairs with a gust of wind, rushed to Shu Qian who was walking in from outside, and said happily: "A Ying, you are back, I knew you will definitely come back and will not leave us..."
Chapter completed!