With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

Shu He was stunned. What happened?

"Let me check your body." Shu He looked bewildered. Isn't this a very common thing in the medical field?

Zhang Zhirou slapped his hand away in anger, "Sister He is a doctor, what are you afraid of?!"

"Doctors have always been men. I, I have never exposed myself in front of a woman..." Zhang Zhili was embarrassed, his fair face turned red, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"What's the matter? Who are you keeping your virginity for?" Zhang Zhirou sneered. "How can a grown man like you be so hypocritical?"

Shu He couldn't help but laugh, and soothed him, "My dear, I'm already a mother, so you can just treat me as your aunt, or at least your grandmother."

After saying that, Shu He took advantage of his inattention and pulled open his clothes on his chest.

There are obvious depressions in the suprasternal fossa and supraclavicular fossa.

Shu He's face darkened slightly, and she asked Zhang Zhirou to untie his belt so that she could see his ribs.

Zhang Zhirou saw her serious expression and immediately agreed. Zhang Zhili wanted to resist, but his resistance was no hindrance to her.

Zhang Zhili was also very thin, with his ribs clearly visible, not much better than Xiao Yier. Fortunately, there were no obvious depressions between his ribs.

"Sister He, how is Ali? Can he be cured?"

Shu He nodded at her and comforted her, "It's okay, it's just a slightly severe case of wheezing and asthma. It's been delayed for a while, so it's become more and more serious in recent years."

"Yes, yes, it's been almost seven or eight years." Surprise and hope appeared on Zhang Zhirou's face.

The Zhang family had consulted many renowned doctors before, but most of them diagnosed them with wheezing. Furthermore, they said there was no effective treatment, only that they avoided strenuous exercise and took good care of themselves.

She had never expected that the person before her could actually diagnose Zhang Zhili's condition! Moreover, he seemed very confident.

"Well, his condition is still okay. He's not seriously ill."

Shu He pointed to the bed where he and Xiao Yier were lying and said, "Master Zhang, take off your shirt. I need acupuncture."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhili's face was filled with rejection. That was the bed the woman had slept on! How would he look lying on it?!

Shu He laughed and teased, "Why, do you dislike my shabby bed?"

"No, no!" Zhang Zhili waved his hands quickly. He didn't mean that!

"Enough, stop being so pretentious! Go up quickly! What's more important than your illness and life?" Zhang Zhirou grabbed him and pulled him down by the back of his collar, and the clothes on Zhang Zhili were stripped off.

He subconsciously wrapped himself up, his face flushed with shame. "Second sister!!"

Shu He couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Zhirou is really neat! And Zhang Zhili is a little too shy.

"Lie down!" Zhang Zhirou ordered.

"Miss Zhang, please go and close the door. I don't have a floor heater here, and the young master won't be able to stand the cold." Shu He said.

Zhang Zhili had just resigned himself to his fate and laid down when he heard this, but he jumped up again, "What? You still want to close the door?! No, no, no!"

As he said this he was about to get out of bed.

It would be even harder to explain behind closed doors. What if this got out and people misunderstood him? He already had someone he loved, and if he could recover, he would marry her!

What if she finds out about this and misunderstands me?

"Come back here!" Zhang Zhirou grabbed Zhang Zhili, who was about to run away. "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

"Yes, but..."

"Besides, you are a patient now, Sister He is a doctor, and you are just a child. Why are you shy?" Zhang Zhirou was speechless. This pretentious look would probably only make Sister He laugh!

Shu He shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, if you don't want to close the door, then don't close it. I'll just hurry up later."

After hearing her words, Zhang Zhili finally lay down on the bed obediently.

Shu He took out his needle kit, disinfected it over a candle flame, and then began to give Zhang Zhili acupuncture.

Zhang Zhirou watched nervously from the sidelines. Although she knew nothing about medicine or acupuncture, she could tell Shu He's acupuncture technique was completely different from that of Doctor Xu at Shou Ren Tang. Soon, Zhang Zhili was pierced like a sieve. She felt a pity watching.

"Ali, does it hurt?" Zhang Zhirou couldn't help but ask.

He lay there, and out of the corner of his eye he could see the needles all over his body. He shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's actually a little warm. It's like a magical connection has been established in my body, like a warm current has formed a thread, flowing through my body. It's very comfortable. And I feel like breathing is much easier!"

"Really?" Zhang Zhirou's face showed surprise. Could it be that this time, Ali was really going to get rid of that damned asthma? "Ali, are you really going to get better?"

"I, I don't know either..." Although he said this, the joy on Zhang Zhili's face was already revealed uncontrollably.

"But if I really get better, I'm going to practice martial arts! I'm going to beat up all those bastards who used to laugh at me for being weak!"

"Then I have to supervise you closely!" Zhang Zhirou also smiled.

"Don't get too excited." Shu He interrupted the two siblings who were imagining the future. "His illness won't be cured in a day or two."

"It's okay, I can wait as long as it takes!" Zhang Zhili suppressed his excitement. As soon as he recovered, he would practice martial arts, become a majestic general like his elder brother, and then marry his beloved girl!

Shu He silently performed acupuncture on Zhang Zhiyi, using the drainage method on the Feishu and Tiantu points, continuously moving the needles, and coordinating with other acupoints to form a circulation of the meridians to repair the asthma.

Half an hour passed before he knew it. When Shu He finished his acupuncture, he saw Zhang Zhiyi walking towards them, led by Nanqi.

When they arrived, Shu He also put away the last needle.

Zhang Zhili saw Zhang Zhiyi's serious face and immediately got out of bed to put on his clothes. He looked flustered and felt guilty for having done something wrong.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zhiyi asked.

When Zhang Zhirou saw Zhang Zhiyi coming, she excitedly grabbed his arm and shared the news.

"Brother! Ali is saved!"

After listening to Zhang Zhirou's brief account, his brows furrowed. This woman really knew medicine? But if she did, how could she allow herself and her child to be abused like that?

But if she didn't know medical skills, when Ali fell ill a few days ago, many people saw with their own eyes that she was the one who pulled Ali back from the brink of death. That couldn't be luck, right?

Could it be that she could really cure Ali's illness?

"Has Madam He diagnosed my brother's illness?" Zhang Zhiyi tested Shu He calmly.

Asthma is a disease characterized by difficulty breathing, even with open mouth and raised shoulders, flaring nostrils, and inability to lie flat. In severe cases, asthma can lead to the critical symptoms of collapse. External pathogen invasion, improper diet, emotional imbalance, overwork and long-term illness can all be causes of asthma. Asthma is divided into "real asthma" and "virtual asthma". In the case of real asthma, the lungs must be treated to eliminate pathogens and promote the flow of qi."