Chapter 67 (1/2)

”Hehe, I can't be so omnipotent. If I really know everything, wouldn't I become a know it all...”

Ningluo spread his hand.

When I was a child at Ning's house, I wanted to be a doctor for some time.

But later, the family's intrigues and the injustice suffered by his mother in Ning's family finally made him put down his ambition to help the world and arm himself.

”Then you said you could write a prescription? In the middle of the night, you make fun of your mother and your aunt Qiuhe“

Su Wanyi gave her son-in-law a white look.

When I was young, I was definitely a first-class beauty. The people I pursued at the beginning also flocked, such as carp crossing the river.

Later, he married Lin Shanhe, and some suitors wanted to pry the corner, which shows the great charm at that time.

But no matter how beautiful people are, they have to face an unavoidable problem - time.

In front of time, you will be incomparable in beauty. After a hundred years, you will eventually become a red powder skull and a piece of loess.

In recent years, the traces of years have begun to show on him, such as crow's feet, loose skin, deformed figure and so on.

”Mom, I didn't make fun of you and aunt Qiuhe. Although I don't know traditional Chinese medicine, it doesn't mean I can't remember the prescription?”

”My prescription was given to me by an old traditional Chinese medicine. It has the effect of prolonging life, keeping capacity and beauty, and the effect is good. I forgot all kinds of things before. If you don't say it today, I almost forgot.”

”The old Chinese medicine gave it to you?”

Su Wanyi was skeptical.

”Yes! Mom, don't worry. This old traditional Chinese medicine is from Taiyuan hospital. It has studied traditional Chinese medicine for generations. This house has been around for hundreds of years. There can be no mistake. ”

”Well... In that case, you go back and take some medicine. Let's have a try. If it's really useful, mom and your aunt Qiuhe will be rewarded.”

”Hey, hey, I'll thank mom and aunt Qiuhe first. It's getting late. I'll go back to the house and have a rest first.”

Ning Luo smiled and turned into the room.

After half an hour, when Ning Luo was preparing to enter the meditation practice, the door rang.

”Qianxue, why haven't you slept yet?”

”Didn't you sleep?”

Looking at the blanket on Ning Luo's bed as folded as usual like tofu, Lin Qianxue said again, ”don't let me in?”

”How can you? You are my daughter-in-law. You can come in whenever you want. You need to ask for instructions“

Ningluo got up and put another dress on his vest.

However, Lin Qianxue's eyes were stunned when he turned around.

”Wait a minute?”

”Why?”

Ning Luo was puzzled, and at this time he felt a slightly warm hand covering his back and rubbing it slowly.

”Did you hurt these when you were a soldier?”

Lin Qianxue looked at the terrible scars on Ningluo's chest and back. His voice choked and his eyes turned red.

She knew that Ning Luo had been a soldier or an instructor of Wu zhantian, but it was just.

Even she has always felt that in this peaceful era, being a soldier is at most guarding and watching, and at most acting zippers. What else can we do?

But in front of her, Ningluo's wounds interwoven vertically and horizontally on her body were telling her that what she had thought was wrong.

Before, she didn't dare to imagine what a person would look like if he was cut hundreds of knives, but now Ning Luo gave him the answer.

”Most of them were left when they were soldiers. There's no way. They used to be in special combat forces. They often had to perform some tasks. It's inevitable that they would be injured. Fortunately, they were lucky and didn't die.”

Ning Luo grinned, turned around and put on his coat.

”What's the matter?”