Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 49 [003] Acupuncture and moxibustion body odor (2)

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After school.

Huang Yifeng asked Ai Aidi to Yang Zimei who was packing up his books with his head down, "Are you...are you free to do acupuncture for me now?"

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

The people in the classroom had just left, and Yang Zimei motioned for him to take off his shirt.

Huang Yifeng was very embarrassed to take off his clothes in front of the goddess-like girl, he was reluctant to take off his clothes.

Yang Zimei became a little 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, stagnation in the armpits, transformation of turbid qi, and overflow to the outside. Acupuncture and moxibustion must be used to dredge the meridians and acupoints to achieve the therapeutic effect.

Yang Zimei told him not to move, took out the silver needle from his schoolbag, pinpointed Ganshu, Pishu, Guanyuan, Shenmen, Zhongwan, Fenglong, Qimen, Qiuxu acupoints, and stabbed neatly and crisply. Inserting silver needles, twisting, lifting and inserting...

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

"So fast?" Huang Yifeng was stunned.

Yang Zimei nodded. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of a camera shooting outside the window.

Yang Zimei and Huang Yifeng didn't care, thinking it was just someone else taking pictures, so they packed up their things and prepared to go home.

Huang Yifeng returned home, after taking a bath, he raised his arm and sniffed his armpit vigorously, and found that the strong smell before had faded.

Is acupuncture really good?

He started bouncing around for a while, sweating profusely, and then raised his hand to sniff, and found that the smell was really not so bad.

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Yang Zimei didn't go home directly, but turned to Brunei Street.

Now it is 2002, the country's economic development momentum is very strong, everyone's living standards have begun to improve, and there are many rich people. They are more enthusiastic about antiques, which has created batch after batch of antique booms. .

Ever since she picked up a big leak here when she was five years old, she has been unable to go down the mountain, and she has been unable to come here again because of the backlash of her vitality and damage to her muscles and bones.

She always remembered that she promised Song Xuan to learn antique knowledge from him when she was six years old, but she didn't keep her promise, so she wondered if he still remembered her.

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

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

She didn't go directly to Moxuan to find Song Xuan, but continued to check those stalls to see if she could catch a big leak.

In order to transfer to work in the city, my father spent a lot of money, and bought a duplex mansion along the river for another 15 yuan. Later, my mother really gave birth to two younger brothers, and the money for the milk powder was also very considerable.

The 60 she originally earned was almost gone.

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

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

When she was feeling down, 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 an old man's dirty stall. There were some black ancient coins stained with mud randomly scattered on it. Ancient coins are imitations, and the workmanship is really poor.

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(End of this chapter)