chapter 14 Tempering body in dream ===

Tymon Well handed the things wrapped in newspapers to Euphemia Well and asked her to put them in the schoolbag on her back.

He turned around and waved to Mr. Jin, who was standing in the hall, and took another look at the place where he had been imprisoned for fourteen years. Thinking back on every bit of the past, he couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

When he turned around and was about to ask Euphemia Well to get in the car, he saw a thin old man rummaging through the two trash cans next to the police car.

The old man was in ragged clothes and wearing a broken straw hat. He leaned half of his body into the trash can, then took out two mineral water bottles and stuffed them into the woven bag on the ground, then straightened up.

Maybe it was because he had been bending down for a long time that the old man was a little dizzy. He stumbled and bumped into Tymon Well. Tymon Well quickly reached out to help him, but the old man also stretched out his hand and grabbed Tymon Well's wrist before he stabilized himself. Body shape.

When Euphemia Well saw it, he quickly stretched out his hand to support the old man and said:

"Grandpa, please go now. This car is about to leave. Let me help you get there."

As he said that, he helped the old man to the other side of the parking lot. When he saw that the old man was fine, he came back and got in the car.

On the way to the county seat, the two of them sat in the back seat. Tymon Well kept holding his daughter's hand and looking at her sillyly, feeling silly and happy.

Euphemia Well also became warm with her father. She leaned tightly on Tymon Well's arm and said with choked sobs:

"Dad, you have suffered so much these years, how could you be like this? This matter is so unfair!"

"Maybe this is my father's fate! That incident was really too much of a coincidence. I can't blame the investigation agency entirely. It was mainly because Lemos Danil framed me."

"I know, Sister Igeo told me everything.

Oh, by the way, Dad, Sister Igeo said that you became a master of an old Chinese medicine doctor in prison and learned medical skills, right? "

"Yeah, these years, if it weren't for your Papa Kent, dad would either be dead or crazy."

"Well, I know, Sister Igeo said, Dad, you are suffering too much!"

"So, after I go home and settle down, I will take the old man to live with me. Do you have any opinions?"

"Okay, of course! Papa Kent is so old and there is no one at home. What if he gets sick and has no one to take care of him?

He treats you so well, we can't be heartless, right? "

"Euphemia Well, thank you. I'm glad you think so."

"Dad, I went to a medical university and studied Western medicine. Do you think I should change my major? There are two masters of traditional Chinese medicine in our family!"

Tymon Well thought for a while and said:

"I don't know much about this. Why don't you study Western medicine as an undergraduate? You can't learn real Chinese medicine in college!

My father, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, will teach you how to become a graduate student in traditional Chinese medicine. "

"Just brag! Dad, are you better than the professors at the university?"

"No matter how you put it, you can't say that I'm better than them. The main reason is that they don't have complete knowledge. It's because those medical books and classics have incomplete records.

Most of the true inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine has been lost, and now those are pieced together by future generations using various fragments.

Forget it, I can’t explain it right now. I’ll tell you slowly later.

Tell me about your mother's situation. "

Euphemia Well briefly told Tymon Well about her mother's situation:

“Shortly after your accident, your mother went to Linhu City in Jiangsu Province to work.

I got married nine years ago. My uncle was the deputy director of the workshop of the electronics factory at the time and is now the deputy director.

My mother used to work on the assembly line, but after giving birth to her younger brother, she was transferred to the warehouse. Her job was relatively easy and she could take care of the family.

My uncle and younger brother are both very nice to me, and my 8-year-old younger brother is especially attached to me.

But I still want to come back to you, and my mother agrees. I told her last night, and she said everyone has wrongly blamed you, and she asked me to spend more time with you.

I'll go get my stuff back in a few days. "

Tymon Well thought for a while and said:

"That's fine, but you should stay there this summer. It's not too late to come over after the house is tidied up. I think the house at home should also be renovated. After all, no one has lived in it for so many years.

In that situation, your mother felt aggrieved, so she didn't do anything wrong.

You still have to go to school anyway, most of the time in school. In the future, you will go back to your hometown during the winter and summer vacations, and you will visit your mother and brother during holidays.

Be good to your brother, and your uncle, he has taken care of you for so many years, thank him for me, and be filial to him in the same way in the future. As you just said, we will not be people without conscience. "

Hearing what his father said, Euphemia Well happily agreed.

She was afraid that her father would resent her mother and make it difficult for her.

When the car drove to a winding mountain road, they saw a giant crane on the roadside, extending its long boom and lifting an off-road vehicle from the foot of the mountain.

The car was smashed beyond recognition, and it must have been on fire. All that was left was a dark, twisted mass of iron.

The driver came and muttered:

"Land Rover! What a pity!"

Tymon Well didn't pay attention and continued chatting with Euphemia Well.

When they arrived at the county station, they thanked the driver and bought Tymon Well a new suit of clothes nearby. They planned to get a haircut first, and then follow the custom to take a bath and change into clean clothes to get rid of bad luck.

Wei Wu cut his hair and then entered a bathroom. Euphemia Well went to a bookstore next to the bathroom and read while waiting.

Because it was close to midsummer, even in the north, there were very few people in the bathroom, only two or three people.

Tymon Well took off his clothes and walked into the large pool, found a place to lie down, and soaked his whole body in the hot water. The water washed over his back and neck, and he felt comfortable all over his body, including his pores.

At this time, another old man came in. The old man looked to be in his seventies and skinny. He got out of the bath and lay down next to Tymon Well.

Tymon Well slept late last night. At this time, his whole body felt comfortable and his mood was very relaxed. He felt sleepy for a while and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, he felt a stinging pain between his eyebrows, and then he felt a stream of hot air entering his body from the top of his head, and slowly traveling through the meridians throughout his body.

Soon Tymon Well discovered that the true energy that had disappeared last night kept popping up again, intertwined and collided with this airflow, and fought fiercely together, constantly making "bang bang" explosions.

The shock wave of the explosion violently opened the meridians, and then penetrated through the meridians into his limbs, bones, and internal organs.

Tymon Well's whole body was in pain, but he couldn't make a sound. He saw that the hot air was "fighting" with the true energy in his body while traveling around all his eighteen meridians, fighting with the energy on his body. I was so angry that I fought all over.

It felt like there were eighteen firecrackers being detonated in my body. The feeling was so sour that I couldn't describe it.

Tymon Well was blown to death, and after an unknown amount of time, the eighteen firecrackers were blown up, and the airflow was gone.

After a while, Wei Wu woke up and carefully recalled the scene just now. It seemed that it was not very real. It was like a dream. He didn't feel any discomfort in his body. On the contrary, he felt comfortable all over and his brain was very clear.

He didn't pay much attention to it and just thought it was a dream. It was probably a replay of the scene of receiving Qi last night in the dream.

At this time, the old man beside him had disappeared, and there was no one in the bathroom. Euphemia Well was afraid that he would be anxious, so he got up and washed himself.

But I saw that the bathtub was filled with oil for some reason, as if a large barrel of discarded motor oil had been poured into it. It was dark and disgusting, and accompanied by a sour smell.

Tymon Well hurriedly got up, ran to the shower, and carefully washed his body with shower gel.