"When talking about the plague god, the plague god will come."

Chen Mingshun played with his cell phone, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "No wonder, that kid is more anxious than anyone else now. My father and I are worried about attracting the wolf into the house, so we have left a hand. The contract clearly defines the early policy processing time, and the agreed period is one month. If it is not met, the contract will be invalid."

"However, he was in the provincial capital again and could not use too many tricks when he arrived in Yunzhou. For example, the leaders of the municipal party committee dared not look for them blatantly, for fear that his actions of using power for personal gain would be passed to his grandfather, so he could only pick up soft persimmons."

Song Che joked: "You define yourself as a soft persimmon."

"It's not that I'm rude, but that he Chang Muping is too self-righteous." Chen Mingshun curled his lips and said, "Don't say that his grandfather had left for decades, even if he was still in office, Yunzhou is not a mere second-rate young man who can cover the sky with his hands."

Upon hearing this, Song Che knew that Chen Mingshun had already had the idea of ​​dealing with Chang Muping, and did not ask, "Then I will take a step first, you can slowly conquer this plague god."

Song Che did not have the leisure to deal with such despicable yamen and said goodbye to leave.

After leaving the private room of the water bar, Song Che's eyes slanted from the corner, looking at the bastard who was still hiding in the corner and walking outside.

As soon as he reached the door, three people came towards him. The leader of the old man looked at Song Che and smiled in surprise: "Isn't this the resourceful little miracle doctor?"

When Song Che calmed down, he found that it was Mr. Yin. He stopped and greeted him: "Hello, Mr. Yin."

Since the last time we met, Song Che and Mr. Yin have no interaction again.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding and neither took the initiative to contact each other.

"Come to find me at a while?" asked Mr. Yin.

"Come here to see a friend." Song Che replied.

"That's because I'm self-indulgent."

Mr. Yin smiled, looked at Song Che, and said, "Before I left, I was thinking about whether to come and talk to you for a few more words, but when I think you must have a lot of things recently, I might as well have a date later."

"With Mr. Yin's care, I should have visited you, but when I think you have been having too much trouble recently, I don't have the nerve to bother you." Song Che's response and moral integrity were all right.

He knew that Mr. Yin and grandpa had old age.

But he never thought of relying on this relationship to get along.

As soon as he came, he had no interest.

Secondly, judging from the information revealed in front of my grandfather, the relationship between grandfather and old revolutionaries such as Mr. Yin is mostly average, but it is basically just an ordinary doctor-patient relationship. Otherwise, grandfather would have lived in seclusion for decades and these people would have come to him.

When we meet by chance, it’s better to go to the sky and go one by one.

Seeing that he responded like a stream, neither humble nor arrogant, Mr. Yin nodded slightly in appreciation and said, "Little guy, I can see that you still have ambition and potential. First, you will be more tempered at the grassroots level, and sooner or later you will become a pillar of the country."

Just like Song Che’s guess, Mr. Yin simply had an attitude towards Song Che on his face.

It’s not a good deal, but I’m happy to carry it on my hands and watch it for the rest of the way.

As for how it will develop in the end, it all depends on his own luck.

"Okay, if you have some work in advance, I'll come over and have a little tea and I'll go back tomorrow." Old Yin said.

In fact, Yin Congyun and Chen Daohui have finished their research and returned to the provincial capital yesterday.

Mr. Yin, an "old idle man", stayed for one more day and was preparing to take the flight tomorrow morning to return to Yanjing directly.

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Old Yin suddenly frowned and his breath became slightly chaotic.

"Old leader, do you want to use medicine?"

Seeing this, the assistant hurried to take out his pocket, but as soon as he touched it, his face changed, "No, I forgot in the room."

"Then go back and get it!"

The burly guard who opened the door for Song Che last time immediately urged him. After the assistant rushed to the elevator, he carefully supported Mr. Yin and said, "Old Chief, do you need to go to the hospital next to you?"

"You have seen me like this every few days, and you haven't thought about it yet, so you're making a big deal."

Mr. Yin said disapprovingly: "Help me go over and sit for a while."

Song Che saw it and pondered for a moment. After Mr. Yin sat in the hall, he followed and said, "Mr. Yin, you have asthma, right?"

"You can tell at once that you have some skills in your grandfather." Mr. Yin adjusted his breathing and said: "The old problem left by lung injury during the war can't kill you, but you will suffer some minor crimes from time to time, so it doesn't matter."

"I have an emergency solution. If you happen to have no medicine around you in the future, you may be able to use it temporarily." Song Che said.

Mr. Yin looked at Song Che and laughed: "What is your grandfather teaching you about traditional Chinese medicine?"

Without waiting for Song Che to respond, he said, "Then I will show you bother."

"Old Chief..." the guard said hesitantly.

"It's okay, this child's medical skills are his grandfather's mansion, and I want to see it myself." Old Yin waved his hand.

"Actually, it's not that complicated. It's just some methods to relax the muscles and activate the meridians."

Song Che sat opposite him and asked Mr. Yin to stretch out his left hand and pull his sleeve to his elbow. He first pressed several acupoints on his little arm and elbow in turn, and finally pressed his index finger on the Renzhong acupoint below his nostrils.

"Inhale three times in small mouth first, slowly, try to inhale as long as possible, and quickly when exhaling." Song Che reminded at the same time.

Old Yin did it with curiosity, and after a moment, his brows gradually relaxed.

"How does it feel?" Song Che pulled his hand back.

"It's really smoother, it works!" Old Yin exclaimed: "This is also the craft your grandfather taught you?"

"Half is, the other half, I think about it myself."

Song Che smiled and said, "Based on the basis of traditional Chinese medicine's acupoint pressing, some psychological suggestive techniques have been added."

“Can psychology cure asthma?”

"It cannot be cured, it can only be relieved."

Song Che explained: "Asthma is nothing more than the chronic inflammation of the bronchial. There is no cure in the world at present. Mr. Yin should have seen many famous doctors and experts. Most of the plans given are mainly based on prevention and relief, right?"

Mr. Yin nodded silently.

As his identity, he can undoubtedly enjoy the world's most advanced medical technology, but it still cannot be cured.

Therefore, even though he learned that Song Che's medical skills were good, he never had the idea of ​​seeking medical treatment.

If anyone else could think that a genius doctor had the ability to go against the will of heaven.

However, Song Che's subsequent explanation made Mr. Yin discover that the medical skills of this imperial doctor's grandson did have a unique side.

"In my opinion, any chronic disease has an organ memory pattern at work. For example, someone has chronic gastritis, which is caused by long-term unreasonable diet. Therefore, the stomach will remember this unreasonable working pattern. As long as the stomach suffers from some unreasonable causes in daily life, the chronic inflammation will be triggered with this memory pattern."
Chapter completed!