Chapter 126 A Stone in a Outhouse? I'm the Cure for Incompatibility!

After saying that, he turned around and went into the house, picked up the red telephone on the table, and dialed a number.

The call connected quickly, and a frail but strong voice came from the other end, tinged with obvious impatience.

"Old Huo? I'm annoyed right now! Don't come to me with trivial matters unless it's something really important!"

Old Huo wasn't angry at all; instead, he smiled like a cunning old fox.

He spoke slowly and deliberately into the microphone:

"Old He, I'm sending you a 'miracle doctor' who can make your precious grandson throw away his medicine."

"Will you see me or not?"

On the other end of the phone, an aged yet powerful voice carried undisguised frustration.

"Old Huo? I'm busy right now! Don't bother me with your trivial matters!"

Old Huo wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken.

He spoke slowly into the microphone, "Old He, I'm not here to chat. I'm here to send you a 'miracle doctor' who can make your precious grandson throw away his medicine."

"Will you see me or not?"

There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before a single word came through.

"Come!"

Half an hour later, Su Yue stood at the entrance of a secluded courtyard, carrying her medicine box.

The courtyard wall is not high, but it exudes a solemn atmosphere that keeps strangers away.

The woman who opened the door was around fifty years old. She was dressed in a clean dress, her hair was neatly combed, and her brows exuded a gentle and refined air, but the worry in her eyes could not be dispelled.

When she saw Su Yue, especially Su Yue's excessively young and beautiful face, a clear hint of distrust and disappointment flashed in her eyes.

"You're the Dr. Su that Mr. Huo introduced?" Mrs. He asked hesitantly.

Su Yue nodded and smiled politely, "Hello, Mrs. He."

Madam He sighed, stepped aside to make way, and led Su Yue into the courtyard.

Sitting by the stone table in the courtyard was an elderly man with gray hair and reading glasses, staring intently at a huge blueprint on the table, while he kept writing and drawing with a pencil in his hand.

He is He Chuan, a national-level chief engineer.

Hearing footsteps, he didn't even look up, but simply shifted his gaze from the blueprints and gave Su Yue a cold glance.

Those eyes were so sharp they seemed to pierce through one's heart.

"Little brat, you've got quite the nerve."

His voice was dry and harsh, like rusty gears grinding together.

"Let me make this clear from the start: if you can't cure my grandson, don't blame me for kicking you all out of this yard!"

These words were extremely impolite, carrying the imposing authority of someone in a superior position.

Mrs. He looked embarrassed and wanted to explain for her husband, but Su Yue spoke first.

She maintained a polite smile, but her tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Chief Engineer He, we'll know if it can be cured after we examine it."

Inside the room, a little boy, thin as a bean sprout, was lying on the bed. His face was sallow, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were timid, like a frightened fawn.

He is Chief Engineer He's grandson, He Xingzhou, also known as Xiaojun.

Su Yue glanced at him, didn't even take his pulse, and then spoke.

"Congenital spleen and stomach deficiency leads to deficiency of both qi and blood. Improper feeding and the consumption of many tonics have exacerbated the deficiency, making the spleen and stomach even weaker."

As soon as she finished speaking, Madam He stared in shock.

These symptoms are exactly the same as those described by the most famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Beijing!

But the old Chinese medicine doctor used the four diagnostic methods of observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, and it took him more than half an hour to reach a conclusion.

He only glanced at this excessively young girl in front of him?

Ignoring Madam He's surprise, Su Yue walked to the bedside, put down the medicine box, and instead of taking out any medicine, took out a set of exquisite and small massage tools.

"Xiaojun, come here, let Auntie give you a massage, it will feel very comfortable." Her voice was so gentle it could melt your heart.

Xiao Jun was initially somewhat resistant to the approach of a stranger, but under Su Yue's warm gaze, he nodded as if possessed.

Su Yue rolled up her sleeves, revealing a fair and jade-like wrist.

She first gently rubbed Xiaojun's abdomen with her warm palms, then her fingers flew, pressing, tapping, and pushing precisely on acupoints such as the Spleen Shu and Stomach Shu on Xiaojun's back.

Her technique was incredibly professional, with varying degrees of pressure, creating a unique rhythm.

Xiao Jun, who had been whimpering because of his physical discomfort, gradually relaxed his brows and his tense face under her care.

In just ten minutes, he was breathing evenly and fell soundly asleep during Su Yue's massage.

This move finally caused Chief Engineer He, who had been standing at the door watching, to show a slight softening of his perpetually icy expression.

He pushed up his reading glasses, and a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in his eyes behind the lenses.

After the massage ended, Su Yue took out another piece of paper and wrote down a dietary therapy prescription in a smooth and flowing manner.

"Millet and yam porridge, and fox nut and lotus seed paste are both good for strengthening the spleen and stomach. I have written down the recipes in detail, so just follow them."

She handed the prescription to Mrs. He, who was now completely convinced, and then took out a brown paper package from her medicine box.

"This is my homemade spleen-strengthening powder. I give him a small spoonful every day, mixed into his porridge. Within a week, I guarantee he will be able to eat half a bowl of rice."

After doing all this, Su Yue straightened up and looked at Chief Engineer He at the door.

"Chief Engineer He, can we talk about building the factory now?"

Chief Engineer He snorted coldly, turned around and walked back to the stone table in the courtyard, picking up the report that Su Yue had brought.

He still had a stern face, but this time, he looked at it with extra care.

"Hmph, that's a good idea."

As he looked at the document, he asked pointed questions from a technical perspective.

"You say you want to build a processing workshop, what standards does the workshop need to meet? You say you want a sterile environment, how will you achieve that? How will you control the temperature and humidity when drying the medicinal materials? You're just a young girl, all talk and no action, do you even know what industrial production is!"

A barrage of questions came at me quickly and urgently, like a machine gun.

Madam He was worried for Su Yue.

To everyone's surprise, Su Yue was not stumped by the question; instead, she answered fluently.

"The workshop standards can refer to the basic standards for pharmaceutical production. The walls and floors should be made of easy-to-clean, dust-free materials. In the early stages of sterile environment, ultraviolet lamps and alcohol can be used for regular disinfection. Later, when production increases, we can consider introducing purification equipment."

"As for drying..."

Su Yue walked to the stone table, picked up Chief Engineer He's pencil, and quickly began to draw in the blank space of the drawing.

A few minutes later, a clear 3D sketch appeared on the paper.