Chapter 50 [003] Acupuncture and Body Odor (2)

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After school.

Huang Yifeng constantly said to Yang Zimei who was bowing his head to pack his books, "Are you...are you free to help me with acupuncture now?"

"Yeah." Yang Zimei nodded, she also wanted to help him treat him as soon as possible, otherwise, she would have to block her sense of smell every day, which is really a bad thing.

The people in the classroom also finished, and Yang Zimei motioned him to take off his shirt.

Huang Yifeng was very embarrassed to take off his clothes in front of a girl like a goddess, and he was unwilling to take off.

Yang Zimei became impatient, "If you don't take off your clothes, I won't be able to do acupuncture with you, so I have to go home."

Huang Yifeng gritted his teeth and took off his shirt.

Body odor is caused by the evil of dampness and heat, which is stagnant in the armpit, transforms into turbid qi, and escapes to the outside. Acupuncture and moxibustion must be used to dredge the meridians and acupoints, so as to achieve the therapeutic effect.

Yang Zimei told him not to move, took out the silver needle from his schoolbag, pinpointed several acupoints of Ganshu, Pishu, Guanyuan, Shenmen, Zhongwan, Fenglong, Qimen, and Qiuxu, and stabbed them neatly and simply. On the silver needle, twist, lift and insert...

Twenty minutes later, she pulled out all the silver needles, put them back in the bag, and said to Huang Yifeng, "It's alright."

"So fast?" Huang Yifeng was stunned.

Yang Zimei nodded, and at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of a camera snapping outside the window.

Yang Zimei and Huang Yifeng didn't care, they thought it was just someone else taking pictures, so they packed their things and went home.

Huang Yifeng returned home. After taking a shower, he raised his arms and sniffed his armpits, and found that the strong smell before had faded.

Is acupuncture really good?

He started jumping for a while, sweating profusely, then raised his hand to sniff it, and realized that it really didn't stink much.

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Yang Zimei did not go home directly, but turned to Brunei Street.

It is now 2002, the country's economic development momentum is very strong, everyone's living standards have begun to improve, and there are many rich people, and they are even more enthusiastic about antiques, which has created a batch of antiques craze. .

Since she picked up a big leak here when she was five years old, she has been unable to go down the mountain and never come here again because of her vitality backlash and her muscles and bones being damaged.

She always remembered that she promised Song Xuan to learn about antiques from him when she was six years old.

Ten years have passed, and the sea has changed, and perhaps he has long forgotten himself.

In the last life in 2002, she remembered that Song Xuan married a very virtuous and good-looking wife, gave birth to a big fat son, with a lovely upturned braid, and scurried around the streets of Brunei every day.

She didn't go directly to Mo Xuan to find Song Xuan, but continued to check the stalls to see if she could pick up a big leak.

In order to be transferred to the city to work, my father spent a lot of money, and another 150,000 yuan to buy a duplex mansion along the river. My mother later gave birth to two younger brothers, and the money for the milk powder was also very considerable.

The 600,000 she originally earned was almost gone.

She has to figure out a way to make money, and picking up leaks is the fastest way to get money. Anyway, she can see the quality of antiques and directly know the authenticity.

She looked at more than a dozen stalls, but she didn't find a single shiny object, all of which were fake and shoddy goods, which was really boring.

When she was in despair, she suddenly felt a white light flickering, and something blinded her eyes.

She searched for the source of the white light, and found that the white light came from a dirty stall set up by an old man, and there were some black ancient coins stained with mud scattered randomly on it. The ancient coins are imitations, and the workmanship is really poor.

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