Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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After settling the person down on the small bed, Song Yun asked Wang Fusheng, "Does she often experience this?"
Wang Fusheng shook his head. "Never. After she became mentally ill, she never called my brother's name again. She seemed to have forgotten everyone, including herself."
Song Yun nodded. "Then this is a sign. Even if she recognized the wrong person, at least she remembered some of the past. Your brother's death is a hurdle in her heart. As long as she gets over this hurdle, I believe she will get over it."
Wang Fusheng looked at Song Ziyi, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Song Yun smiled and said, "It's okay. You can bring her here as often as she needs you, but you have to wait until Ziyi finishes school or on the weekends."
Wang Fusheng was very touched. "I really don't know what to say. I can't thank you enough for your kindness."
Song Yun took out two more Mingxin pills and gave them to him. "Take one every three days. You can arrange the rest for her according to the time. After you finish the three pills, we'll see how things go."
Wang Fusheng hurriedly took it and hid it in his inner pocket like a treasure.
The old man came over with a plate of food and said, "Let's have dinner here. I cooked dinner for you two."
Wang Fusheng didn't hesitate. He was indeed hungry, and his mother was hungry too. It was not convenient to go somewhere else to eat so late, especially since his mother was in this situation.
Song Yun took a lunch box and left a portion of food for Mother Wang, so that other mothers would not eat the leftovers.
After everyone finished their meal, Mother Wang was still asleep. Wang Fusheng didn't want to stay any longer, so he took the food Song Yun had prepared and carried his mother to the guesthouse.
The next morning, Wang Fusheng came to find Song Yun, dancing with joy, "My mother recognized me, and she said my name. Although she is still confused, she is not crazy anymore, really, not crazy at all." Wang Fusheng laughed and then burst into tears, wishing he could kneel down and kowtow to Song Yun and Gu Laotou.
Song Yun said, "You're welcome. We should thank you."
There are tens of thousands of patients, but how many of them are willing to test the drug on themselves regardless of the consequences?
The results of the drug trial are of great importance and very precious to her.
For the next week, Wang Fusheng came to Song Yun every day to tell her about his mother's changes. She was getting better and more lucid, and she had basically never gone crazy again. She also learned from Wang Fusheng about what had happened over the years. She felt regret and blamed herself. Ajun was her son, and Asheng was also her son. She felt sorry for Ajun and Asheng, for not taking care of either of them. She blamed herself even more when she learned that Asheng, who had taken care of her and taken her to various doctors, was still unmarried in his thirties.
This time she did not dwell on it. With Wang Fusheng's comfort, she slowly let go of her previous ideological burden.
It could also be the effect of enlightenment, as when she recalled the painful past, she no longer felt confused and unable to get over it as before.
Song Yun recorded all the reactions of Wang's mother during the conversion process. This was just an example. To determine the efficacy of Mingxin's medicine, they had to find more similar patients to test the medicine and record the effects of the medicine on different symptoms.