Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

After Jiang Hongyao left and closed the door, An Xueyan could still hear the waitress outside muttering, "You're a gay man, but your reputation isn't as important as a girl's. Even if you two are a couple, you still have to be careful when you're out there and not do anything that goes against the rules."

"Sister, you are right. I was not thoughtful enough." Jiang Hongyao admitted his mistake in a good-tempered manner.

"You are indeed inconsiderate. If this had happened 10 years ago, you would have been arrested and educated..." the waitress outside continued to chatter.

Jiang Hongyao used the excuse that he had to go out to do something to get away from the preaching elder sister. He went out to make a phone call to arrange his return trip tomorrow.

After arranging everything, they went back to their room to sleep. What they didn't know was that the waiter was watching the movements in their room without even falling asleep at night.

An Xueyan was awakened by a knock on the door. Sleeping is indeed the best way to recover.

Her feet feel much better and she believes the scabs will form in two days.

After getting up and putting on clothes, he ran to open the door on his heels and tiptoes.

Jiang Hongyao was standing outside with a lunch box. Seeing her, he smiled and said, "Did I wake you up? The people who are going to pick us up will be here soon. There is a transport plane going there at 10 am, so we have to rush over early.

I went out to buy breakfast and ate it first to fill my stomach, otherwise I would feel uncomfortable in the car later. "

"Okay." An Xueyan nodded and moved aside to let the person in.

After entering, Jiang Hongyao didn't close the door. He looked at the little girl's feet and asked with concern: "Do your feet feel better? Put your hands on my shoulders, so it will be easier to walk."

He now hated how his right hand got injured. It was really inconvenient for him to do anything now.

Placing his hand on Jiang Hongyao's shoulder, he replied, "I just got up and felt it. It's much better. It will scab over soon."

"As for your injury, you can't be careless. When we get back, we'll go to the hospital to take an X-ray to see if there's any bruising. You'll also need to get your arm fixed in a cast so it can heal faster."

"Well, okay, I'll do as you say."

The two sat down at the table in the room. An Xueyan opened the lunch box, gave each of them a portion, and they ate breakfast together.

As soon as I finished eating, someone came to see me.

"Report to the commander, Li Fu is here to report." Outside the door was a soldier in military uniform with a straight posture.

Jiang Hongyao stood up and went to the door to negotiate: "I'm Jiang Hongyao, hello Comrade Li Fu, did you bring the things?"

"Commander Jiang, we've brought everything. Can we leave now?"

"Okay, bring it in."

The next second, An Xueyan looked at the wheelchair in front of her and suspected that she was seeing things.

With an awkward smile, he tried his best to say, "I can walk by myself, so there's no need for a wheelchair, right?"

Why does it feel like she has suddenly become a second-level disabled person?

"If you can stay out of bed for a few days, then don't do it. That way it will heal faster. Be obedient. And here are all the things I've prepared. You can keep them here even if you don't need them."

Although Li Fu didn't know how serious her foot injury was, he tried to persuade her: "Comrade An, this wheelchair is the most comfortable one I specially selected. I guarantee that sitting in it will not affect your injury at all."

An Xueyan had no choice but to sit in the wheelchair obediently.

After packing their luggage, Li Fu pushed her out the door, and Jiang Hongyao followed behind.

Fortunately, the car was right at the door of the guesthouse, so she only had to face the waitress and did not have to face other people's looks at the disabled.

The car arrived at the airport at 9: and after more than an hour's flight, we arrived at the military airport in Chunmu City.

After getting off the plane, I went straight to the hospital.

Seeing her return safely, An Qingping and An Honglei felt relieved, and they were even more distressed when they learned that she was injured.

She was not allowed to move at all, and An Xueyan urged Jiang Hongyao to see a doctor, but An Qingping took over.

After getting the medicine back, An Xueyan began to make the antidote.

The other medicinal ingredients were prepared in advance, so it was quick to make and the antidote was ready in the evening.

Knowing that she was going to detoxify tonight, the hospital director brought several doctors to see her, and they huddled together and whispered.

"I think this is too unreliable. I think we should find a professional expert in blood toxin analysis to analyze it." There are still doctors who believe that Western medicine is reliable and expressed their opinions.

"I thought so too, but the family disagreed. We tried to use an antidote but were sternly rejected."

"What if this medicine really works? Otherwise, my family can't gamble with their lives."

"Humph, I think they are just ignorant and meaningless."

Seeing that they were getting louder and louder, the dean had to stand up and speak: "Be quiet, everyone. We'll know the effect later. What's the point of you arguing here?"

Ignoring these people's comments, An Xueyan took out the medicine and asked her brother to take it.

An Honglei swallowed it without hesitation.

Then An Xueyan continued to give acupuncture. Although it was not believed that her medicine could detoxify, her superb acupuncture skills were still very intimidating, and those Western medicine doctors were stunned.

They looked at each other in disbelief, and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Do they know too little about traditional Chinese medicine?

Which Chinese medicine doctor doesn't give acupuncture slowly and leisurely? I don't know how she trained her hands to be so fast. Even a chef's knife skills are not as fast as hers.

After a while, An Honglei spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Isn't this getting worse?"

"Director, do you want to give him first aid?" The patient is in their hospital. If something happens or if there is a medical disturbance, they will be in trouble.

"Let's wait and see." The dean waved his hand. He was mainly looking at An Xueyan's calm expression, so he guessed that it was not a big deal.

An Xueyan took out a towel from the side and handed it over, saying with a smile: "Brother, just spit out the poisonous blood and you'll be fine. Take the antidote tomorrow to consolidate the effect, and the poison in your body will be completely cleared."

An Honglei took the towel and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then felt the changes in his body.

She said happily, "I feel much better now, and I'm not as weak as before."

God knows how uneasy he has been these days when facing his own physical weakness, but he endured it and didn't show it. His sister has risked her life to find an antidote for him, and he can't let anyone worry about her anymore.

At this time, An Honglei's attending physician came forward and asked, "It really is working, Comrade An, can we draw some blood for testing?"

His mind was filled with curiosity about this medicine.

An Honglei didn't agree immediately, but just looked at his sister, and it was obvious that he would listen to her.

An Xueyan had no objection to this: "You can draw blood. There should still be some residue in the blood, but it's very weak."

Traditional Chinese medicine has a history of thousands of years and is profound. It may be difficult to find out anything in a short period of time just by drawing such a small amount of blood.

So several doctors from the hospital surrounded An Honglei and excitedly drew two tubes of blood and took them away.

The test results were the same as what An Xueyan said, which also made those doctors who did not believe in traditional Chinese medicine waver in their persistence. It turned out that traditional Chinese medicine could easily do what Western medicine could not do.