Inside Old Mrs. Chen's house, the doors and windows were opened and the interior was bright, no longer as gloomy and dull as the day before.
Cheng Jiaoniang took the golden needle box.
Doctor Li hesitated for a moment.
It was urgent yesterday, so you don’t have to avoid it. Isn’t it not good to look at it in front of you today?
"Ms. Cheng, do I need to avoid it?" he asked.
The one that can cure an incurable disease like Mrs. Chen must be a unique secret book. How can it be revealed to other doctors at will?
The young junior was embarrassed to speak. As a senior, he couldn't ignore the rules.
"It doesn't matter." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Doctor Li was very happy.
"You won't learn it even if you see it." Cheng Jiaoniang continued.
Can this lady speak without gasping for breath?
Doctor Li has a black face.
"Madam, who do you study under?" he asked again.
He knows more or less all the famous doctors in the world, but he wants to see who has taught him a good disciple.
Cheng Jiaoniang thought for a moment.
"I can't remember," she said.
Can't remember? What is this word?
Not wanting to say it, Dr. Li rolled up his sleeves and sat down aside.
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't care about what others thought or whether it was a misunderstanding. From the time she was anxious because she couldn't say complete and detailed words, now she is used to it.
If you want to understand, you will understand naturally. If you don’t want to understand, you won’t understand no matter what you say. It’s better to just leave it like that.
Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand, and the maid hurriedly knelt down and helped her tie up her sleeves.
On the bed here, Chen Shao personally untied his father's clothes.
"Yesterday, you were still asleep and didn't know the pain." Cheng Jiaoniang said, picking up a long needle and looking at Old Mrs. Chen, "Today you are awake, it will be very painful."
Old Mrs. Chen showed a weak smile.
"Madam, it's the ignorance that hurts the most." He said in a trembling voice.
"That's just your impression. It's not the case if you really feel it." Cheng Jiaoniang said, and then she moved up and down.
Chen Shao knelt and sat in front of his father. He clearly heard his father yell, and his wrinkled face suddenly changed color. His hands at his sides grabbed the quilt under him, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
it hurts….
Chen Shao couldn't help but clenched his hands.
Doctor Li was also watching at this time, but he was looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, watching her acupuncture technique and guessing her strength.
You can’t learn it even after watching it, huh, there’s nothing in this world that you can’t learn.
But when he looked at it, he really couldn't figure it out. It seemed that the woman was lightly sweating on her forehead.
In the end, Mrs. Chen did not last until the twenty-four injections were completed, and fainted halfway through.
When she woke up again, she looked at Cheng Jiaoniang who was tightening her needles and let out a long breath.
"It's better to just be ignorant, okay?" she said.
Old Mrs. Chen smiled bitterly.
"What you do is unwilling to live, and unwilling to die. You have to live and die," he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang curled her lips and said nothing.
"Madam," Old Mrs. Chen said weakly, "If I asked you to diagnose and treat me in the first place, would it still be like this?"
Chen Shao and Master Chen Si quietly winked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
What patients need is comfort, and doctors should all know that.
"Of course not." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "There is no need for acupuncture at that time, just three cups of rice wine and one pill."
That’s all..
The Chen Shao brothers looked at each other and shook their heads.
"That's not right." Cheng Jiaoniang said again, remembering something.
Old Mrs. Chen looked at her with some expectation.
"Two cups of rice wine." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I already gave you a cup of rice wine as a gift."
Madam, you need to be kind.
Chen Shao and Mr. Chen Si looked at Cheng Jiaoniang and were speechless.
Watching the lady walk out, the Chen family father and son sighed at the same time. At this time, the medicine was also delivered, and the two brothers took it.
"You guys, you have to treat this lady well." Old Mrs. Chen said, "In this moment, no one knows what they missed."
Brother Chen Shao responded yes.
Mr. Chen Si didn't know what he thought of and smiled.
"If I have to say this, I'm afraid the Zhou family will feel it even more deeply," he said.
Not long after Mr. Chen woke up, no one had told him these things.
"Please tell me the origin of this lady in detail," he said.
Steward Cao and his four servant girls walked into the door of Chen's house. A group of boys came running over with sticks and nets.
"Go to the Fire Temple. There will be more after the Fire Temple..."
"...There are many empty houses over there in the West Market, and there are even more there..."
They were shouting and yelling without looking at the road and almost hit me.
"What is this?" Manager Cao asked in shock.
"Catch the oriole." The boy who led the way chuckled.
Catching birds? At this time?
This is too naughty, no one in the Chen family is taking care of it? Sure enough, there is something going on at home, and people are in a state of panic and chaos.
Arriving at Cheng Jiaoniang's residence, Manager Cao was stopped again.
"My lady is sleeping, please wait for a while," the maid said.
A servant girl couldn't help but look at the sky. She was neither early nor late nor noon, so why should she sleep?
This is seeing a doctor at someone else's house. Why is it more casual than at your own home?
Is this okay?
They looked at Manager Cao.
Manager Cao responded respectfully, and sat quietly on his knees in the corridor without getting anxious or agitated.
"Sister, you've worked hard too, go and have a rest." He said with a smile.
Not even the girls in front of the ladies at home were treated with such respect by Manager Cao. The servants, wives and girls looked at each other and hurriedly knelt down in the corridor to wait.
Fortunately, this time we didn't have to wait as long as before. Not long after, Cheng Jiaoniang woke up from a nap.
"Those people were ignorant and bumped into my wife, so they have been sold out." Manager Cao knelt down in the corridor and said.
Opening the door of the room and raising your head slightly, you can see Cheng Jiaoniang sitting inside drinking water.
"This is the newly selected person." Manager Cao continued.
The servants and girls hurriedly took a few steps forward and saluted Cheng Jiaoniang in unison.
"Okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Manager Cao breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you need anything else, ma'am, just ask." He asked again.
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at him.
"I want to buy some things. You go with my maid," she said.
Manager Cao was overjoyed.
Accompanying means spending money, but what Guanshi Cao is afraid of now is not spending money, but people not spending their money.
The two women came here alone. If they asked the Chen family for something, it would undoubtedly be another slap in the face for the Zhou family.
Not bad, not bad.
Manager Cao personally took the maid out of Chen's house.
"I need some cloth for tailoring," the maid said, looking at the list in her hand.
After each acupuncture, the lady's inner clothes were soaked through. Her clothes were simple and she only had two or three pieces when she came in. There was no time to change them.
"I was negligent, I was negligent. There are tailors at home, go and ask them to come." Manager Cao said hurriedly.
Why should men care about this? Women have to worry about such detailed matters.
I remember when the third wife of the family went to the Berlin Temple outside the city, my wife hurriedly asked the girls and mothers to bring a change of clothes. She was only worried that the morning dew and drizzle would wet the clothes.
As expected, whoever kisses whomever kisses whomever, the child without a mother is so pitiful.
This thought flashed across his mind, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Guanshi Cao's back.
Don't you think the trouble is big enough? Don't look for trouble.
"No need, my wife's clothes are simple and she said she would make them herself," the maid said.
Is this idiot a good actress? Can he still make his own clothes?
Manager Cao couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. (To be continued)
