Chapter 151 Teacher

After leaving the Medical University, there is a residential area across the street.

Huo Jingchuan took out the gifts he had prepared in advance from the trunk of the car, took some ginger tea, and walked into a small alley as if he was familiar with the route.

He pushed the door open and entered one of the courtyards.

There are about seven or eight families living in the courtyard.

The yard was noisy. Seven or eight children gathered together to play hopscotch. Their laughter could be heard through the gate.

"Where is this place?"

Huo Jingchuan took Jiang Cha's hand, avoided the fighting children, and led her to a relatively secluded corridor.

"This is Mr. Chen's home. He was previously exiled to a farm on South Island. Last year, I took on a mission to bring him back from South Island and sent him to the capital. I've been in contact with him ever since. He recuperated for a year. This year, he was hired by your school as a professor. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be your mentor."

"Really?"

The ginger tea was a bit of a surprise.

"Yes, I may not be able to come to the capital to accompany you often in the future. I can feel more at ease with him protecting you."

Huo Jingchuan had just arrived in the capital and had already started planning his life after Jiang Cha.

Jiang Cha nodded, "Don't worry, I will definitely perform well."

Huo Jingchuan rubbed her head.

Knock knock knock.

He knocked on Professor Chen's door.

Professor Chen and his wife have only one daughter, who married an officer from South Island.

When they came to pick them up, their grandson was still young, and they were afraid that the child could not bear the running back and forth, so they did not bring the child back.

Now, only the old couple live in this small house.

Life is simple, peaceful and calm.

The only bad thing is that during the years of being sent down to the countryside, the old couple developed a lot of health problems.

As soon as I walked into the corridor, the aroma of food in the courtyard turned into a strong smell of medicine.

"Come in."

Professor Chen was pouring the medicine from the medicine jar into the porcelain bowl, and his hands were busy.

Fortunately, the door was not locked, but just half-closed. Huo Jingchuan pushed it gently and the door opened.

"Coming?"

Professor Chen looked up at Huo Jingchuan and Jiang Cha with a smile.

"That's right, dinner is ready. Please sit for a while and we'll start eating right away."

Jiang Cha walked over and called out, "Teacher."

When Professor Chen put down the medicine jar, he took another look at Jiang Cha.

"I haven't even started teaching you yet, and you're calling me teacher already?"

Jiang Cha looked down at the residue in the medicine jar carefully.

"Is it because Master's wife has lived in a hot and humid place for many years that she has developed severe rheumatism?"

"Oh, you really can do that?"

"Uncle Chen, I've already told you, her medical skills are quite good."

Professor Chen put the medicine bowl on the table to cool.

"As the saying goes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Your partner, in your eyes, is naturally perfect in every way. You've been bragging about them to me all afternoon. How can I know if you're exaggerating?"

In fact, in Professor Chen's opinion, every word Huo Jingchuan said in praise of ginger tea seemed to be an exaggeration.

How good can a girl of eighteen or nineteen be in medicine?

He declined to comment without seeing the full picture.

Now that she saw this girl, she was really surprised.

From ancient times to the present, women studying medicine are rare.

Even if it is a family heirloom, such as ginger tea, one can diagnose the disease by looking at the residue. For the current shortage of medical personnel, it is already a top-notch existence.

Among the new students who entered school last year, so far, there may not be one out of a hundred who can accurately identify all medicinal materials and is familiar with pharmacology.

Furthermore, Western medicine is now widely advocated, and Professor Chen could only shake his head when he saw some treatment methods.

Mrs. Chen was half leaning on a rattan chair. As soon as the weather started to change, her legs started to hurt badly.

The temperature in Beijing has started to drop in September.

In the past two days, Mrs. Chen had to put a lot of effort into getting up, and she had to hold on to the table or chair to barely move a few steps.

This room was converted from a former warehouse.

A long and narrow warehouse was divided into two parts. The old couple lived in one half, and the other half was occupied by another family.

The area here was small to begin with, and their beds were separated from the living room by only a simple curtain.

Professor Chen planned to help Mrs. Chen out to eat.

Seeing this, Jiang Cha also went over to help.

"Come on, slow down."

Professor Chen and Jiang Cha helped Mrs. Chen up from the chair, one on each side.

Mrs. Chen trembled with pain every time she took a step.

"Master's wife, how long has it been like this?"

"It's been two or three years. If I hadn't returned to the capital, I'm afraid it would have been much worse."

South Island is surrounded by the sea. When the hot sea breeze blew on her body, she felt that moisture was seeping through the gaps between her bones.

It hurts so much.

"Teacher, besides taking medicine, did you give your wife any other treatment?"

"I give her cupping every day and acupuncture three times a week, but her rheumatism is too severe."

Mrs. Chen was supported by the two of them, one on each side, to the dining table.

For the first time, all four corners of the square table were occupied.

"It's rare for the house to be so lively, so please don't talk about my illness."

Mrs. Chen and Professor Chen are both optimistic people.

Having experienced many ups and downs, at this age, the most important thing is to have an open mind.

Their daughter lives far away and the child is still young. If they don't take good care of themselves, they will only add to the burden on their daughter.

"You can't say that. You are my master's wife, and you are suffering from illness. If I can help you and make you feel better, I will feel better too."

Jiang Cha said this with great sincerity, and his eyes, which spoke volumes, were filled with pity for the patient and his stubbornness towards medicine.

Professor Chen became interested in ginger tea.

"You little girl, I told you you're fat, and you're gasping for breath? Then tell me, how should your master's wife's illness be treated?"

"Can I take Master's wife's pulse?"

Professor Chen looked at Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen extended her hand to Jiang Cha.

On the table, Jiang Cha took Mrs. Chen's pulse.

After taking the pulse, Jiang Cha pressed Mrs. Chen's leg joints.

"Does it hurt here?"

"pain."

"What about here?"

"Hmm...better than just now."

"What about here?"

After applying the ginger tea to five or six places, Mrs. Chen finally realized that the pain in her legs seemed to be in different places.

Ginger tea concluded.

"It can be cured, but it may take a long time."

"real?"

"real."

Ginger tea is decisive.

Mrs. Chen's illness is recorded in her family's ancestral history.

Using Ye's Thirteen Needles takes about half a year to treat and can greatly relieve the patient's joint pain.

"I have a set of acupuncture techniques passed down from my family that can relieve Master's wife's pain."

"Tell me about it quickly."

Professor Chen is particularly interested in this aspect, but he also has concerns.

"If it's inconvenient, forget it!"

After all, it is an heirloom and cannot be told to outsiders casually. He can understand that.

Jiang Cha, however, felt that there was nothing that could not be said.

"Medical skills were originally developed to benefit the people. I'm the only one who knows this, and the number of people I can treat is limited. If more people knew this, more patients could be treated. So, there's nothing I can't say."

Jiang Cha naturally believes in the people that Huo Jingchuan believes in.