Chapter 49: [003] Acupuncture odor (1)

After class, everyone saw Qin Kaiwen leave the classroom and immediately boiled.
Many boys began to surround Yang Zimei, and generally introduced themselves. Yang Zimei also treated them one by one, remembering the faces and names of everyone.
"Classmate Yang Zimei, hello, this is Xia Mo."
The squad leader Xia Mo turned around and greeted Yang Zimei.
When Yang Zimei saw Xia Moshen pleased to show off, his face was dignified and sincere, and he was different from the little girls around him, so he liked her and smiled, "Hello, please take care of me in the future."
"Everyone is a classmate, so I take care of things naturally," Xia Mo said with a smile. "In the future, if you are unaccustomed or do not understand anything in school, you can ask me."
"Okay thank you."
"You can also ask me, I will be happy to solve the problem for my classmates." Chen Xiao cried loudly.
Yang Zimei glanced at him, and suddenly found that his Yintang was dark, and the mountain root was dark blue. He couldn't help staring at him for a while, and looked at him with a celestial eye. A fragment appeared in his mind. At the crossroads, he was suddenly hit by a car and flew away. One place.
She frowned slightly. As a classmate, she couldn't help but remind her: "Mr. Chen Xiaoqiang, it's better not to cross the intersection when school is down, beware of the disaster."
Chen Xiaoqiang looked at her doubtfully, wondering why she said so.
"Mr. Yang Zimei, why do you tell Chen Xiaoqiang like this? Do you know him? Know that he has to pass through the intersection without traffic lights every day?" Xia Mo asked curiously.
Yang Zimei smiled and didn't answer. She could only remind me so much. She is not a universal bodhisattva. She is not obliged to help people, even classmates. As for whether he obeys his advice, it depends on his own life.
The bell rang in class, and Xia Mo saw that she didn't answer, so she didn't do too much questioning. She just felt that Yang Zimei's black eyes could see everything in the world.
Seeing that the boys around his table finally left, Huang Yifeng was relieved, and then became nervous about his body odor.
He was really afraid that his bad smell would tarnish this seemingly clean table, so he wrote a line in the book and pushed it to Yang Zimei.
"Sorry, I have a foul odor. If you feel uncomfortable, apply to the teacher for a transposition. I won't mind." When Yang Zimei saw such a writing on the book, he looked at Huang Yifeng and saw him lower his head inferiorly. Even breathing seems to be repressed, presumably because you are afraid of being rejected by yourself, you have compassion in your heart.
"I know acupuncture. If you believe me, after class, I can find a place where I can help you to treat and ensure the cure." She wrote back in the book.
Huang Yifeng saw her answer and looked at her in surprise.
Today, with the decline of traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture, for everyone, simply exists in television. Not many people really understand it, except for some senior old Chinese medicine practitioners.
Now, his teenage female classmate actually said that she would acupuncture, he was not surprised to be surprised.
He thought about it, and wrote in the book: OK, thank you, but did you bring the silver needle?
Yang Zimei nodded at him.
Since the five-year-old mother had an abortion in front of her eyes, she devoted herself to medical research, and the silver needle never left her.
It is a blessing to treat illness and save lives and change lives against the sky. You can do more.