You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1765: Can’t be bothered

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

The old man Qi, who was lying on the sofa, struggled to sit up when he saw everyone entering the door.

Qi Wangze quickly helped him.

Standing next to the sofa, Qi Lian was also trying to help, but was slapped away by Mr. Qi angrily.

An elderly person and a middle-aged person also stood by the sofa.

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

Qi Lian touched his nose embarrassedly, and stood aside embarrassedly.

Yue Ya'er walked over with He Yumeng.

The elderly and middle-aged people saw that Yue Ya'er's arms were splinted, and their faces showed a very unnatural look, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

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

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

Qi Wangze nodded repeatedly.

Yue Ya'er used her left hand to help Mr. Qi's pulse, and then carefully looked, heard, and asked.

After finishing, she asked Mr. Qi to lie down and opened the first aid kit. She pointed to an acupuncture point and He Yumeng had a degree.

After piercing, stop the needle for fifteen minutes.

Everyone could see that Mr. Qi's complexion gradually became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. His chest no longer rose and fell violently due to shortness of breath, and gradually became soothing.

Qi Wangze, who had been crying nervously with a string stretched, finally calmed down and slowly stopped crying.

When Yue Ya'er directed He Yumeng to get the needle, the old man standing beside Qi Lian kept watching without blinking.

Fifteen minutes after the acupuncture was stopped, he saw that Mr. Qi's symptoms had changed significantly, and an expression of admiration appeared on his face.

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

The middle-aged man's face was also full of regret and remorse, sighing and shaking his head again and again.

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

Stop the needle for fifteen minutes again and remove it.

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

No one could see that half an hour ago, he was like an oxygen-deprived fish, desperately breathing, but still unable to catch his breath.

Qi Wangze jumped on Mr. Qi excitedly, put his arms around his waist, and sobbed softly.

Mr. Qi lowered his head and looked at him lovingly, his eyes 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 your best to control your emotions and be less angry." /

"It's all your fault!" The little sapling suddenly had a seizure, rushed to the front of Qi Lian, pushed him hard, glared at Qi Lian and asked, "Zeze studied very well in our school, why do you want to Let Zeze transfer? If Grandpa Qi doesn't transfer Zeze, you will quarrel with Grandpa Qi, make Grandpa Qi angry, and make Zeze cry, you are a big badass!"

The little sapling's strength is not great, but Qi Lian was unprepared when he was suddenly pushed by the little sapling, still staggered under his feet and almost fell.

He laughed dryly, the expression on his face particularly embarrassing.

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

But little sapling, he can't afford it.