You Are My Rare Passion

Seeing Yue Ya'er enter the door, his eyes lit up: "Aunt Ya'er, come quickly, come and help me see grandpa!"

Mr. Qi, who was originally lying on the sofa, struggled to sit up when he saw everyone entering the door.

Qi Wangze quickly helped him up.

Qi Lian, who was standing next to the sofa, wanted to help, but was slapped away angrily by Mr. Qi.

An elderly man and a middle-aged man stood beside the sofa.

The old one patted him, "Stand back, don't make your dad angry."

Qi Lian touched his nose in embarrassment, then stood aside embarrassingly.

Yue Ya'er walked over with He Yumeng.

The elderly and middle-aged people saw Yue Ya'er's arm in the splint, with unnatural expressions on their faces, and couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Yue Ya'er walked up to Old Master Qi, and saw that Old Master Qi's face was pale and his breathing was short. The situation didn't look very good, but it was much better than last time.

"It's okay, it's not serious." She touched Qi Wangze's head with her uninjured hand, and said softly, "Don't cry, Auntie Ya'er will treat your grandfather right now, okay?"

Qi Wangze nodded repeatedly.

Yue Ya'er used his left hand to help Old Master Qi feel the pulse, and then carefully looked, heard and asked.

After finishing, she asked Mr. Qi to lie down, opened the first aid kit, she pointed to an acupoint, and He Yumeng pricked an acupoint.

After pricking, stop the needle for fifteen minutes.

Everyone could see that Mr. Qi's face gradually turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his chest no longer heaved violently due to shortness of breath, but gradually became more soothing.

Qi Wangze, who had been weeping tensely, finally relaxed and stopped crying.

When Yue Ya'er instructed He Yumeng to insert the needle, the old man standing beside Qi Lianzheng watched without blinking his eyes.

After stopping the needle for 15 minutes, he saw that Mr. Qi's symptoms had changed significantly, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

After a while, he thought of something and glared at the middle-aged man standing beside him.

The face of the middle-aged man was also full of regret and remorse, he sighed and shook his head again and again.

Yue Ya'er asked He Yumeng to take off the silver needle, and then tied it to Old Master Qi's head.

Stop the needle again for fifteen minutes and remove it.

At this time, Mr. Qi looked no different from a normal person except for a little haggard and weak.

No one could see that half an hour ago, he was like a fish lacking oxygen, breathing desperately, but still couldn't breathe.

Qi Wangze threw himself on Old Master Qi excitedly, put his arms around his waist, sobbing softly.

Old Master Qi lowered his head and looked at him lovingly, his eyes were full of sadness.

Yue Ya'er looked at him and said, "Uncle Qi, although acupuncture can relieve your symptoms, if you always get sick like this, it will still hurt your body. You should try to control your emotions and be less angry."

"It's all your fault!" Xiao Shumiao'er suddenly broke out, rushed to Qi Lian, pushed him hard, stared at Qi Lian and asked, "Ze Ze is doing well in our school, why did you let Ze Ze Transferring? Grandpa Qi won’t transfer Zeze to another school, so you quarreled with Grandpa Qi, made Grandpa Qi angry and sick, and scared Zeze to tears, you are a big villain!”

The little tree Miao'er's strength wasn't too great, but Qi Lian was unprepared, he was suddenly pushed by the little tree seedling, he still staggered and almost fell down.

He laughed dryly twice, with a particularly embarrassed expression on his face.

If an ordinary child pushed him, he would have scolded him with a straight face.

But little sapling, he couldn't afford it.