"Uncle, aunt. It's like this," Duanmu Haoyu heard An Yun's question and explained, "Aunt's shoulder should be a little sore. I judged that it was due to cold, so I took it upon myself to treat her."

"Eh? How do you know that I have a wind on my shoulder? It hurts so much recently?" An Lei's mother was also very surprised. Her shoulder was indeed affected by a wind. She has been in constant pain these past few days. Sometimes when it was severe, she even had to lift it.

Can't get up.

"Aunt, you can try moving your arms," ​​Duanmu Haoyu said to her after getting the needle.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore!" An Lei's mother tried to slowly lift her arm, and found that there was no pain as expected, so she tried a few more strenuous movements, but she didn't feel anything at all.

She was surprised and delighted that she felt any discomfort at all, "It's really effective!"

"I have used acupuncture to help you get rid of the cold, and the symptoms have naturally eased." Duanmu Haoyu saw that An Lei's parents had improved to a certain extent and were in a good mood, not to mention that they were in a good mood.

An Lei smiled like a flower.

Seeing his wife happily experiencing the novel experience of never forgetting something and learning it instantly, An Yun coughed to cover up his embarrassment. Then he smiled and said to Duanmu Haoyu:

"Okay, you have proven your excellence with your actual actions, and also proved that Leilei is telling the truth...I accept your explanation."

It was the same smile, but now there was no trace of Yan Shuang on An Yun's face.

An Lei's mother finally remembered that now was not the time to play, so she tried her best to keep a straight face, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face:

"Well, I am the same, I will forgive you this time!"

"Mom, you are so kind!" An Lei was overjoyed and threw herself into her mother's arms.

"Crazy girl, please be gentle, your mother still has needles stuck in her body!" An Lei's mother said angrily.

"Young man, tell me, how did you manage to create your own acupuncture at such a young age, and how do you still have such vision?" After the matter was resolved, the anger in An Yun's heart gradually disappeared, and he began to try to understand this young man.

People.

Because he has realized that this young man is indeed good enough, but it is not enough. Because his daughter likes him, and it is not a company recruitment, just his ability is enough.

"Dad, Haoyu's master is Zong Yunyan!" An Lei raised her head from her mother's arms and rushed to say.

"Zong Yunyan? Uh-huh?" An Yun nodded, indicating that he understood. But then he reacted and his tongue was a little curled up, "Zong Yunyan? Zong Yunyan from the Zong family who opened the health hall?"

"Yes, it's Zong Yunyan from the Zong family. Yesterday I saw his grandson Guan Haoyu calling him uncle!" An Lei nodded matter-of-factly, as if she thought this was not a big deal.

She doesn't know what the name Zong Yunyan represents in the domestic Chinese medicine community.

Just like Bill Gates in the computer field and Steve Jobs in the smartphone field.

An Lei's parents felt unbelievable when they heard that the young man in front of them was actually Zong Yunyan's student.

"My elder once had some connection with Master's elder, and with the teacher's love, he accepted me as a closed disciple." Duanmu Haoyu nodded, indicating that An Lei was right, and explained to Zong Yun

The origin of the master-disciple relationship

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