Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

That ambiguous atmosphere slowly resurfaced following their silence.

Yang Xiaobao was currently massaging Ye Qing's waist.

Maybe it was because of comfort, Ye Qing hummed.

This kind of voice reminded Yang Xiaobao of him, Su Guihua, and Lin Yingwan doing that kind of thing.

He grunted and swallowed again.

Down below is Ye Qing's plump and seductive place.

Yang Xiaobao has been thinking about whether to massage that place.

If he really had a massage, it would be an announcement of his own thoughts, and he might really burn it up tonight.

Yang Xiaobao was having an ideological struggle in his heart, and his subordinates kept massaging Ye Qing's waist.

When he woke up, he found that the comfortable snoring turned into a soft snore.

It turned out that Ye Qing fell asleep!

Yang Xiaobao let out a long breath.

It seems that Ye Qing was really too tired and fell asleep just like that.

Yang Xiaobao picked up a blanket on the sofa, covered her gently, and then tiptoed out of the room.

Walking outside the door, Yang Xiaobao took a deep breath of the fresh and cold air, and his brain became sober in an instant.

He was secretly glad that he didn't do that kind of thing tonight.

Otherwise, how should I meet Ye Qing in the future.

He drove back to the clinic, it was already past twelve o'clock in the evening.

When he took out the key to open the door, he found it was open.

He was a little puzzled, did he forget to lock the door when he left?

No, if he didn't go out for a while, he would definitely lock the door when he left.

He pushed open the door suspiciously, turned on the light, and froze for a moment.

He saw a mess in the room, the door of the medicine cabinet was open, medicine boxes and bottles were thrown everywhere, and even the money drawer was pried open.

Here comes the thief!

This idea immediately flashed into Yang Xiaobao's mind.

Someone must have sneaked over to pry open the door while he was not in the clinic, trying to steal something.

Yang Xiaobao shook his head, speechless.

He cleaned up the medicine bottles that had been thrown all over the floor, and then closed the drawer containing the money.

Of course he froze suddenly.

He saw that there was not much money in the drawer.

Dozens of red banknotes are still in the drawer.

These are all the money he earned from treating patients and buying medicines for others, and they are all here, and have never been touched.

If a thief came to steal, why didn't he take the money?

Yang Xiaobao understood that the purpose of this thief was not money at all!

what is that?

Yang Xiaobao's mind flashed, and he thought of something.

He chuckled, took out the wooden box from his pocket, opened it, and took out the Snow Snake Gallbladder.

If they didn't guess wrong, they came for this Snow Snake Gallbladder.

And if I didn't guess wrong, this guy must have just left, maybe he was just lying around in a corner outside.

He left in a hurry when he heard the sound of his own car engine, without even having time to pack his things.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaobao's heart skipped a beat.

He walked quickly into the bedroom, opened the bedside table, and saw that the bronze mirror was there, he let out a long breath.

Compared with the Snow Snake Gallbladder, this bronze mirror is more important.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaobao felt that it was necessary to install an alarm system in the clinic, and it was the kind connected to the mobile phone.

The next day, Yang Xiaobao called Xue Jianhua and told him about it.

Xue Jianhua immediately said: "Xiaobao, just wait, I'll send someone over to install it for you right now."

After hanging up Xue Jianhua's phone, Yang Xiaobao heard footsteps outside the clinic.

"President Yang, are you there?"

It was Dong Zhiyong's voice.

When Yang Xiaobao walked into the yard, he saw Dong Zhiyong pushing a wheelchair, and Dong Haoxuan was sitting on the wheelchair.

"It's early, come in."

Yang Xiaobao helped Dong Zhiyong get Dong Haoxuan into the clinic.

"Yang Xiaobao, how are you going to heal my legs?" Dong Haoxuan asked suspiciously.

"Massage." Yang Xiaobao said lightly.

Dong Haoxuan looked at his father, then at Yang Xiaobao, and asked in disbelief: "You, are you right? You said massage?"

Yang Xiaobao nodded and said, "Of course I'm not wrong, it's massage."

"I was abroad, and I went to many famous experts, but none of them said that massage could help my legs."

Yang Xiaobao shrugged: "That's abroad, not domestic, and I'm the only one in China who can massage and heal your legs."

"Is this okay?" Dong Zhiyong also became a little suspicious.

Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, forget it."

Dong Zhiyong hurriedly laughed and said, "That's not what I mean, I just think what you said is too simple."

"It's actually that simple." Yang Xiaobao smiled.

"That Su osmanthus, was it really cured by your massage?" Dong Zhiyong asked.

This incident has become a legend in ten miles and eight villages.

"My massage is part of it. After all, she also saw a doctor."

Yang Xiaobao didn't want to exaggerate his role too much, so he said modestly.

"Then there is hope. We also saw a doctor." Dong Zhiyong said happily.

"Put him on the bed, and I'll start massaging." Yang Xiaobao said.

Dong Zhiyong struggled to get Dong Haoxuan onto the boat where the patient was lying, and Yang Xiaobao began to massage Dong Haoxuan.

When Yang Xiaobao input the energy in his body into Dong Haoxuan's legs, Dong Haoxuan's expression changed.

He looked at Yang Xiaobao with curious and shocked eyes.

Dong Zhiyong looked at Dong Haoxuan nervously, seeing that neither Dong Haoxuan nor Yang Xiaobao spoke, he was too embarrassed to say anything and could only wait on the sidelines.

Half an hour later, Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Okay, you can go back."

Dong Zhiyong got Dong Haoxuan into the wheelchair again.

"President Yang, what about the medical expenses?" Dong Zhiyong asked.

"Go to Xue Jianhua, and tell me what you know about the Pan family, and it will cover the medical expenses."

"well."

Dong Zhiyong pushed Dong Haoxuan out of the clinic and got him into the car.

"Son, what's the matter, you didn't say a word, is it Yang Xiaobao who is lying? If this is the case, then let's forget it and don't look for him." Dong Zhiyong said, "Going back to the provincial capital now, it's not like this. Offend the Pan family."

Only then did Dong Haoxuan let out a long sigh, and said, "Now I understand how powerful Yang Xiaobao is."

"You, what do you mean by that?"

"Yang Xiaobao gave me a massage, and I felt a heat flow from my legs, and not only my legs, but my whole body felt much more relaxed."

Dong Zhiyong was overjoyed when he heard his son say this, and quickly said, "Then you mean, it's really effective?"

Dong Haoxuan still said with a shocked face: "I didn't feel any feeling in my legs before, but now I feel a little."

"Great, that's great!" Dong Zhiyong exclaimed excitedly, "It seems that you have a great hope of standing up!"