Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Chapter 710 Likes to kiss, kisses hard

Although medical care was not expensive at that time, the quality and conditions were not very good.

Moreover, people tend to endure illnesses and only seek treatment superficially, unwilling to spend a significant amount of time and money.

Seeing that she was sick but still had to do housework, Lu Yao thought of his own mother and decided to help her to the end, since he didn't mind spending an hour or so.

Then he made her lie down, and the woman did so. Lu Yao then pressed on her waist.

Confirm your diagnosis.

Then locate the acupoints Shenshu and Dachangshu, and insert the needles one by one.

The needle was inserted and gently twisted, and the woman felt a warm sensation in her lower back, and the soreness and distension gradually dissipated.

"Leave the needle in for fifteen minutes. Lie face down and don't move."

Lu Yao stood up and stretched his wrists.

The woman lay there, muttering:

"Child, you're such a kind person. I've had this leg for so many years, and I've seen so many doctors, but nothing has worked as well as what you did."

Lu Yao smiled and said, "It's nothing. You've just gotten sick from overwork. Do you have any paper and pen? I'll leave you a prescription. You can use it for external application and internal administration. It won't cure you completely, but it will at least relieve the symptoms. It's also cheaper and more effective than going to the hospital for treatment."

"Oh, it's on the cabinet lid, just take it yourself."

The woman lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and pointed to a pair of large red cabinets on the floor.

Lu Yao turned around and went to the cabinet by the wall.

Above the cabinet, there was a mirror hanging on the wall.

Inside were several black and white photographs.

One of them is a family photo, featuring a middle-aged couple and their two children, a boy and a girl.

The man was wearing work clothes with a big red flower pinned to his chest, looking like he was photographed at a model worker commendation meeting.

The woman on the kang (heated brick bed) was wearing a floral jacket and was smiling happily.

There was another photo next to it, a solo picture of the girl. She had two braids, big eyes, and was quite pretty.

Lu Yao thought the man looked familiar and asked:

"Auntie, where does your husband work?"

"He's a craftsman, he makes gold and silver jewelry."

"oh!"

Lu Yao remembered.

I've had bracelets made myself, no wonder they look familiar.

This photo was probably taken a few years ago; he looks much younger than he actually is.

Lu Yao's gaze fell on the cabinet lid.

A pile of books and notebooks was stacked in one corner.

There's an envelope on the top table, made of kraft paper.

The words "Serve the People" are printed in red in the upper right corner.

His heart skipped a beat.

There was also a manuscript next to it, with the words "Jiangzhou People's Bank" printed in green on the top.

Lu Yao flipped it open and glanced at it. Inside, the date, name, weight, and processing fee were all written down.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, with each stroke carefully written.

His gaze stopped.

He had seen this handwriting before.

The letter Yuan Tianshu gave him, as well as the packaging paper of the cassette tape from before, both used this handwriting.

The same strokes, the same pauses, they're all exactly the same.

Lu Yao had practiced calligraphy and had some knowledge of handwriting.

It has a certain ability to distinguish.

Lu Yao remained calm, writing the prescription while asking the woman:

"Auntie, who wrote this account book?"

The woman looked up and said:

"Oh, that belongs to my husband, Lao He."

Lu Yao nodded:

"Old He? He Yongshun?"

The woman was taken aback: "You know my husband, Lao He?"

Lu Yao smiled and said, "Yes, I know him. He's an honest man."

Actually, Lu Yao saw a photo with the words "Model Worker He Yongshun" written on it.

This woman is Gao Lanying, He Yongshun's wife.

She sighed, "What's the use of being honest? Honest people always suffer. My son is just like his father... Sigh..."

Before she could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"He Qian! He Qian, don't go! Let me hug you for a bit!"

It was a young man's voice, with a hint of roguishness.

Gao Lanying's expression changed. She tried to get up, but with needles stuck in her waist, she couldn't move.

She cried out in desperation:

"Xiaoqian! Xiaoqian is outside, someone has kidnapped her!"

Lu Yao waved his hand: "Don't move, I'll go take a look."

Then they walked outside.

On the street, two young men were blocking the entrance to the He family's house.

A man wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket, with long hair, and smoking a cigarette.

Another, thinner one huddled at the back, hands in his pockets, shaking his leg.

A young woman, in her early twenties, stood opposite them. She had two braids, wore a faded blue cotton jacket, and carried a vegetable basket. Her face was flushed red as she backed away, calling out:

"Get out of here! I'm not talking to you!"

The long-haired man took a step forward and said with a grin:

"He Qian, why are you hiding? We're old classmates, what's wrong with talking to each other?"

He Qian retreated to the base of the wall, but there was nowhere left to retreat.

She bit her lip and glared at the man:

"Zhang Guoqiang, don't give me that! I've said I'm not dating you, so don't bother me!"

Zhang Guoqiang exhaled a puff of smoke, his smile becoming even more unsightly.

"He Qian, don't be ungrateful. My dad is the director of the neighborhood committee, and I'm doing you a favor by dating you. Your brother is a murder suspect, and he's locked up inside, not even sure if he'll ever get out. If you listen to me, I might be able to ask my dad for help and get your brother out."

He Qian's eyes were red, but she was still trying to hold on:

"My brother is not a murderer! He's innocent!"

Zhang Guoqiang laughed heartily: "Innocent? The police have already arrested him, and you still think you're innocent? He Qian, don't be naive. If you come with me, maybe my dad can help with your brother's matter..."

He reached out to touch He Qian's face. He Qian turned her head away, but Zhang Guoqiang leaned forward again, his lips almost touching her face.

"Let me kiss you, just once..."

Lu Yao walked over, grabbed Zhang Guoqiang by the back of the neck, and pulled him away from He Qian.

Zhang Guoqiang stumbled and almost fell.

He steadied himself, turned around, and saw a young man he didn't recognize. His anger flared immediately.

"Who the hell are you? Mind your own business!"

Lu Yao looked at him without saying a word.

Zhang Guoqiang took a step forward and reached out to push him:

"I told you not to meddle in other people's business..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yao raised his hand and slapped him across the face. With a crisp crack, Zhang Guoqiang spun around on the spot, five finger marks immediately swelling up on his face.

He covered his face, stunned.

It seems like we've run into a tough opponent; they attacked without saying a word.

Why don't you at least say "please state your name when you arrive"?

The skinny guy behind him saw the gun hanging beside Lu Yao and shuddered in fright.

I knew I'd run into a tough opponent:

"Brother Qiang, he has a gun!"

He turned and ran.

Lu Yao took a step forward, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pulled him back.

The two people stood in front of him, one covering his face and the other shrinking his neck, neither daring to move.

Zhang Guoqiang recovered his senses, but remained defiant:

"Do you know who my father is? How dare you hit me..."

Lu Yao slapped him again.

This time the blow was even stronger, causing him to stagger two steps and fall to the ground with a thud.

Lu Yao squatted down and looked at him:

"You like your family, right?"

Zhang Guoqiang covered his face, not daring to utter a sound.

Lu Yao pointed to the skinny guy next to him: "You, come here."

The skinny guy didn't dare run anymore, knowing he might have run into the police.

It's only natural that thugs are afraid of the police.

Evil cannot prevail over good.

Besides, these two scoundrels don't even qualify as thugs.

He walked over, shivering.

Lu Yao said, "You two, kiss each other. If you like kissing, kiss as hard as you want."

Both of them were stunned.

Are you suggesting we two grown men kiss?

The two of them were disgusted by each other and didn't move.

Lu Yao said, "It's fine if you don't kiss me, I'll slap you a few more times and then send you to the police station. Harassing women and being a hooligan, that's enough to get you locked up for several years."

Zhang Guoqiang's face turned pale.

He looked at Lu Yao, then at the skinny man:

"What are you waiting for? Let's kiss!"

Gritting his teeth, he leaned over and touched the skinny man's face.

Lu Yao shook his head: "No, that doesn't count. A real kiss, like, mouth to mouth, with your tongue sticking out. Don't know how? I'll teach you."