10.Chapter 10 Medical skills that cannot be concealed
Without thinking twice, she turned a few corners after entering and came to a remote courtyard. There was nothing in the courtyard, only a dry well in the corner, a few low shabby houses and a tree on the edge of the open space.
Big tree.
This was a house where servants lived a long time ago. Later, when the servants' house was built, Feng Jingyun and her mother were driven here. That was more than ten years ago.
"Madam!" A long and shrill cry came from the room, "You don't want to die! You still have to wait to see the young lady become the crown princess... If you get better, you will definitely be able to enjoy the happiness with the young lady in the future... You can't
Something happened, you left, what should I do with the slave and the lady..."
Feng Jingyun opened the door and saw that the furniture in the room was extremely simple. A table, two chairs with missing legs, and an old box. There was an old broken bed beside the wall.
There was a middle-aged woman with a haggard face and skinny bones.
A woman in tattered clothes knelt in front of the bed and cried loudly. She was the one who cried just now. She was Feng Jingyun's personal maid Jade, one year older than Feng Jingyun, and an orphan girl that Wei Xuemei bought in the early years.
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Jade looked at the door, a moment of surprise flashed across her face, and then her expression dropped, "Miss, you are back, but unfortunately Madam...she is out of breath..."
Feng Jingyun walked to the bedside, stretched out her hand to feel Wei Xuemei's breath, lifted her eyelids with her slender fingers, and felt her pulse, and immediately said, "Bring me the needle for mending clothes." Words.
During this time, several acupuncture points on Wei Xuemei's body were pressed continuously.
Jade stood aside stupidly, "Miss, you..."
"Tell you to get a sewing needle, hurry up!" she urged with a frown. She originally wanted silver needles for acupuncture, but there were none in the room, so she had to use sewing needles instead.
"Oh." Jade nodded casually, wiped her tears, went to the box to find it, and soon handed over a sewing needle, "There is only one needle."
"Let's just use it." Feng Jingyun took the needle and folded it in two. One half of the needle was inserted into the Baihui point on the top of Wei Xuemei's head, and the other half was inserted into the middle of the body. Then he pulled out the needle and inserted it again.
Enter the Ermen point, Jingming point... repeat this several times, and finally insert a needle into the Tanzhong point.
Wei Xuemei suddenly became breathless and coughed violently. Feng Jingyun helped her sit up and slapped her hard on the back, causing a pool of bloody phlegm to spit out from Wei Xuemei's mouth, all over the quilt.
Jade looked on at the side, more than happy. She threw herself on the bed so happily that she didn't care about the filth on the bed. She burst into tears and said, "Uuu... Madam... you're awake! It's great, I thought you were here."
...wuwuwu..."
"Am I... not dead?" Wei Xuemei was also very surprised, "I thought I was dead this time, and I couldn't breathe... My chest felt painful and tight. My eyes felt extremely tired, and I thought I would never wake up again.
Already..."
"The bloody phlegm that was stuck in your breath has been spit out. You will be fine." Feng Jingyun's tone was as indifferent as water.
Wei Xuemei tilted her head and looked at the person sitting beside the bed, supporting her behind her back, "Yun'er..."
"I am here."
"Listen to Jade... you went to the prince to ask a doctor to treat your mother. Did the doctor come?"
"No." Feng Jingyun shook her head and took out the used sewing needle from Wei Xuemei's body and threw it away without leaving any trace.
"Then, who examined my mother just now..."
"It's me." Knowing that she couldn't hide it, Feng Jingyun said it directly.
