Zhao Jin'er counted, "One, two, three...ten."

Counting to ten, he stretched out his hand to feel the old man's breath.

none.

He checked the old man's pulse again.

Nothing!

Zhao Jin'er was so shocked that her eyes almost dropped.

Ordinary people can also temporarily stop breathing by holding their breath, but as long as they are alive, it is impossible to stop their pulse.

The pulse is controlled by the heart blood. If the pulse stops, what does it mean? The heart also stops!

If a person's heartbeat stops, isn't he dead?

For about a long time, the old man was lying on the chair like this.

No breathing.

No pulse.

At first, Zhao Jin'er was surprised, thinking that the old man was really capable. As time went by, she panicked: Could the old man really be dead?

She couldn't help but start shaking the old man's body, "Grandpa, Grandpa, wake up!"

The old man didn't respond.

Zhao Jin'er was so anxious that she quickly went back to the house and called Qin Muxiu, "My husband, my husband, it's not good! Grandpa is dead!"

When he and Qin Muxiu came out of the house, they saw that the old man had already sat up and was happily eating the melon seeds that Zhao Jin'er had prepared for him.

Now Zhao Jin'er had to believe that there really is a magical qigong in the world called Turtle Breathing Gong.

"People who practice this technique can live as many years as they want!"

The old man smiled proudly, "Theoretically, that's the case. But not many people can practice it to that level. Most people who practice Turtle Breathing Kung Fu and can hold their breath for a stick of incense and half a cup of tea are already masters."

"Then how did you manage to breathe for so long?"

"Well... I'll tell you when I die!"

Seeing that the old man didn't want to talk, Qin Muxiu said to Zhao Jin'er, "Jin'er, senior is hungry, go and get some lunch."

Zhao Jin'er looked at the sky, "Ah! It's already this hour!"

He quickly rushed to the kitchen to get busy.

The operation was as fierce as a tiger's and he brought out three bowls of noodles - his cooking skills were really poor. After Tong Xiaolian left, the family basically ate either porridge or noodles.

Two of the bowls contained eggs, and one bowl contained only vegetables.

Zhao Jin'er gave the old man and Qin Muxiu one bowl each of the two bowls with eggs, and then picked up the bowl without eggs and ate them.

Qin Muxiu shook his head and picked the eggs from his bowl into hers.

Zhao Jin'er picked it back and said, "I don't like eggs."

"You have to eat it even if you don't like it. Let's eat half of it each." Qin Muxiu knew that it was impossible for her to eat if he didn't want to eat, so he cut the egg in half, put the larger half back into Zhao Jin'er's bowl, and ate the smaller half in one bite.

"Look, I've eaten everything, and you have to eat it too."

Zhao Jiner chuckled, "Okay, okay, I can't eat enough."

The old man was standing by: Kill me to cheer you two up?

After eating the noodles, Zhao Jin'er decided to go to the town pharmacy to buy medicine. Her husband's illness could not be delayed!

Qin Muxiu naturally accompanied him.

The old man saw that the two of them were tired and didn't want to make lanterns, so he said, "Don't worry about me, I'm just wandering around."

The two of them caught up with the donkey cart and headed to the town.

The medicine shop owner already knew Zhao Jin'er and knew that she was the owner's friend and partner. He said politely, "Ms. Zhao, are you going to get some medicine?"

Zhao Jin'er nodded with a smile and reported the prescription she wanted.
Chapter completed!