Worried, the old lady of the Luo family stepped forward and took Luo Hongyun's arm, asking questions and showing great concern. Mr. Luo frowned, strode over, and sat on the sofa. He looked at his granddaughter Luo Hongyun, who was covering her cheek with her hands and crying out in pain, and said calmly: "Hongyun, what's going on? You really have a toothache?" "Dad, it should be. You must be angry." Luo Jingyu smiled softly and looked directly at his father with bright eyes. Mr. Luo said oh, looked back at Luo Zhiyuan and waved his hand: "Zhiyuan, come and show Hongyun." Luo Zhiyuan came over, Fei Hong glanced at him dissatisfied, and subconsciously stood in front of him. Luo Hongyun groaned with a frown on his face: "Grandpa, what are you doing, asking him to show it to me? Who is he?" Luo Chaoyang smiled and said: "Brother and sister, Zhiyuan is proficient in medical skills, and acupuncture is particularly miraculous. He can be cured. Xiulan's father has a waist problem, and he just gave his third uncle acupuncture. Let him take a look at Hongyun. "" Luo Hongyun sat there reluctantly, opened his mouth, and let Luo Zhiyuan look. Mr. and Mrs. Luo, Mr. and Mrs. Luo Jingyu, Luo Jianguo, and Mr. and Mrs. Luo Chaoyang were all sitting quietly beside them, waiting. Because he had personal experience just now, Mr. Luo had no doubts about Luo Zhiyuan's medical skills. Luo Jingyu and his wife were dubious, but the old man spoke and he did not dare to object. Luo Zhiyuan looked at it for a moment, then tapped Luo Hongyun's teeth with his own sterilized tweezers. Luo Hongyun screamed in pain: "I'm going to die, what are you doing? It hurts me so much!" Luo Zhiyuan put away the tweezers and smiled lightly. , "Sister Hongyun is not suffering from internal heat, but a toothache caused by radicular periostitis. Taking painkillers is of no use. I will give you an injection, which should relieve it." Fei Hong frowned and said: "Stop talking nonsense. , This is the result of the diagnosis by the dental expert at the headquarters hospital. How can you be better than the old professor of this specialty? If the medicine doesn¡¯t work, it will work if you let Hu Qiu do it? " Luo Zhiyuan ignored Fei Hong¡¯s sarcasm and looked at Luo Hongyun. : "You should be playing musical instruments often. Instruments wear down your teeth, and bacteria invade and cause inflammation. It has nothing to do with getting angry." Luo Hongyun was surprised. Luo Zhiyuan was right. She was a member of the school band and trained every day. With that being said, it's really possible. Luo Zhiyuan said and took out his acupuncture bag again. When the golden needles with cold light appeared in front of everyone, Luo Hongyun couldn't help but exclaimed: "You are not going to stick these needles into my body, are you? Oh my God! No, absolutely not! I would rather be in pain !" Luo Hongyun stood up and backed away. Mr. Luo frowned and said in a deep voice: "Hongyun, don't be ridiculous. Let Zhiyuan give you an injection. It will be quick and it won't hurt!" Xie Xiulan also smiled and persuaded: "Hongyun, it doesn't hurt. It really doesn't. It hurts. If you don¡¯t believe me, ask your grandpa!¡± Luo Jianguo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, ¡°Sister, why are you so hopeless? Why are you so afraid of acupuncture?¡± Luo Hongyun sat back hesitantly, eyes glaring. Looking at Luo Zhiyuan, "It really doesn't hurt?" Luo Zhiyuan smiled, "It doesn't hurt!" Luo Hongyun groaned, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and even held his breath, his face turned pale from nervousness. Luo Zhiyuan calmly sat next to Luo Hongyun, reached out and pinched her left earlobe, and took the Yifeng point behind her earlobe. Then he took a golden needle with his other hand and stabbed straight down the Yifeng point. Go in. His needle movement was so fast that even though Fei Hong's eyes widened when he was close to him, he still couldn't see clearly. Luo Hongyun, on the other hand, felt almost nothing, only a numbness behind his ears. Luo Zhiyuan twisted the golden needle with his hand and said with a smile after a moment: "Sister Hongyun, how do you feel? Has the toothache been relieved?" Luo Hongyun opened his eyes, blinked, tested it, opened his mouth and closed it again, with a look of disbelief on his face. "It seems, it really doesn't hurt anymore." Luo Zhiyuan said oh, immediately started the needle, retracted the needle bag, and clapped his hands. Fei Hong was dumbfounded: "Is this the end? Hongyun, it really doesn't hurt anymore?" Luo Hongyun jumped up with a smile, "It really doesn't hurt anymore, mom!" One shot was effective, which can be called a magical technique. Everyone in the Luo family looked at Luo Zhiyuan in bewilderment, their eyes gradually becoming gentler. Luo Jianguo walked over with admiration on his face and said softly: "Brother Zhiyuan, you are such a god, can I learn from you?" Luo Zhiyuan smiled softly, "It is possible to learn, but you have to endure hardships, and this is all It takes ten years of hard work to get it done one stitch at a time, I'm afraid it's very difficult." Luo Hongyun blushed and came forward to express his thanks. Although she is a proud daughter of an aristocratic family and has preconceived contempt and contempt for Luo Zhiyuan, she still has the heart of a girl, which Luo Zhiyuan took advantage of.The acupuncture cured the toothache, and I immediately felt a great affection for Luo Zhiyuan, and his attitude suddenly changed. ¡¡ Luo Zhiyuan stayed at Luo¡¯s house for dinner. During the meal, although the atmosphere was still a bit awkward and awkward, fortunately, most people's attitudes changed, especially Fei Hong's, whose attitude simply made a 180-degree turn, but her smile made people feel Very sophisticated and hypocritical. The attitudes of the old lady of the Luo family and Luo Jingyu have not changed much, and they are still neither salty nor cold. Luo Zhiyuan didn't take it seriously. He came to the capital for help not because he wanted to squeeze into the high-ranking Luo family, but to save his father from danger. As long as his father's crisis was lifted, there was no need for him to look at the faces of the Luo family again. After dinner, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. Mr. Luo arranged for a driver to take Luo Zhiyuan to the train station. No one expected that Luo Jingyu's wife Fei Hong suddenly said that she wanted to go with Luo Zhiyuan on the pretext of going to the train station for errands. Mr. Luo frowned secretly, but still didn't say anything. Luo Chaoyang wanted to dissuade him, but was unable to speak. Only Xie Xiulan suddenly noticed that Luo Jingyu's face beside her suddenly turned red, and she was secretly surprised. After getting in the car, Fei Hong didn't speak, and Luo Zhiyuan naturally didn't bother to talk to her. After the bus arrived at the train station, Luo Zhiyuan was about to say goodbye politely to Fei Hong, but he heard Fei Hong say with a strong smile: "Zhiyuan, your bus is at ten o'clock, and it's not yet o'clock yet. Let's go." Let's go there? Today at noonAren't you surprised that my aunt treated you so slowly?" "I must say that Luo Zhiyuan has a very bad impression of Fei Hong. Fei Hong, who was arrogant at first and respectful at the other, must have had ulterior motives when he took the initiative to come to her door. Luo Zhiyuan was full of vigilance. But in person, Fei Hong is still the elder of the Luo family, so he cannot be rude. "You're too polite, just tell me what you want." Luo Zhiyuan said straight to the point, neither humble nor overbearing.