Chapter 105: Sound Sleep...

He also didn't know whether the bowl of medicine in his hand was a life-saving medicine for his father or a medicine that would accelerate his illness.

But they had no choice now. The usually tough Qu Guoqiang's eyes reddened as he tried to suppress his sobs, "Dad, take the medicine."

"A man like that, so timid!"

When Mr. Qu saw his son's expression, he understood everything and forcefully took the medicine bowl from his son's hand. He did not want his descendants to indulge in sorrow over such a matter.

There was a kind of comfortable feeling of finding joy in suffering. He picked up the spoon in a leisurely manner, put it aside, and put the mouth of the bowl directly to his mouth.

His surname is Qu. He never uses a spoon when drinking wine, and the same goes for the wine he mixes with medicine.

When the others saw Mr. Qu's actions, they were so frightened that their hearts were in their throats, fearing that after drinking such a strong medicine, Mr. Qu would accidentally suffer a cardiac arrest.

Everyone stared at Mr. Qu's movements, carefully observing his facial expressions to try to gauge the effects of the decoction.

The group of people were almost staring at him, as they only saw Mr. Qu drinking the medicine happily with a comfortable expression. Outsiders probably thought he was on vacation.

But coupled with the scene in front of us, it only makes people more nervous.

It was rare for Mr. Qu to drink openly in front of his wife. Once he started drinking, he didn't care about anything else.

At first he just swallowed it in small sips, but later he tasted the bitterness mixed in it, which intensified his desire to drink, just like when he secretly drank sweet potato wine in the past.

"Alas"

A satisfied sigh broke the silence in the room, making everyone's worried hearts laugh and cry.

Mr. Qu reluctantly put down his bowl, looked at everyone's nervous expressions, and said cheerfully:

"What are you doing? Didn't we agree long ago? No matter what happens, I will bear the responsibility alone. What if you scare a little girl like Doctor Chen?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone quickly shifted their attention from Mr. Qu to Chen Yin.

After all, everyone's concern for Mr. Qu just now, from another perspective, is a lack of trust in Chen Yin's medical skills.

Facing the intense gazes of the crowd, Chen Yin did not show any abnormality and still had that confident expression.

She responded to Shang Qugong's smile, which was intended to liven up the atmosphere, and said, "Everyone is worrying too much."

"I wonder if you're feeling uncomfortable right now? Or if there are any other changes."

Mr. Qu touched his stomach, which had satisfied his cravings, and said with a smile, "No, no! I feel quite comfortable. I haven't drunk so much wine in a long time."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp gaze swept over him.

Mr. Qu nervously turned his eyes slightly, and when he found it was his wife's eyes, his heart trembled with fear.

But thinking of the taste he just had, he couldn't help but smack his lips again and asked curiously, "Xiao Chen, this wine... No no no! How many times can I drink this medicine?"

"You'll only stop taking the medicine when you're fully recovered. My estimate is that you'll need about six more doses. Your illness is long-standing and requires strong medicine, so you'll need to drink more."

“Okay, okay!”

When Mr. Qu heard this little news, he couldn't help but shout "good" three times.

He didn't notice the changing expressions of his family members at all and was still happy that he could drink openly.

After feeling happy, he raised his eyes and accidentally met the gazes of Li Wu and his group of doctors. The desire for exploration sparkling in their eyes almost scared the battle-hardened Mr. Qu.

He subconsciously shrank back, trying to hide the person in the soft pillow, "What do you want to do?"

Li Wu was the first to speak, "Mr. Qu, do you really not feel anything wrong with you?"

Elder Qi stroked his chin and muttered to himself in confusion, "That's not right! With such a large dose, common sense suggests that a person should experience a strong reaction after drinking it."

"That's nearly half a pound of raw astragalus!"

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At this moment, all the doctors noticed something was wrong.

If everyone was suspicious of Chen Yin before, now they are curious about Qu Gong and Chen Yin.

Could it be that taking the risk of prescribing large doses of medicine is the only solution to chronic cold symptoms?

Li Wu quickly stepped forward and appeared beside Mr. Qu's bed, squeezing out Qu Guoqiang's position. "Mr. Qu, let me take your pulse."

Mr. Qu's hopeless heart was stimulated by the actions of the crowd and began beating faster. Just as he was about to reach out his hand, he suddenly felt his brain was dull. He involuntarily reached out his hand to cover his mouth and yawned.

"Come on!" He placed his hand on the pulse pillow to await Li Wu's inspection.

Li Wu calmed down and clasped three fingers tightly around Qu Gong's wrist.

Not only Li Wu, but all the doctors present wanted to personally check the changes in Mr. Qu's body and the effectiveness of Chen Yin's prescription.

As time passed, everyone's gaze gradually wandered, occasionally lingering on Qu Gong and Chen Yin.

After a while, Mr. Qu could no longer wait and could no longer suppress the sleepiness in his brain. He simply closed his eyes in a half-lying position and fell into a deep sleep.

At the moment it closed, everyone thought it was a medication error and a critical situation.

The next second, a loud snoring sounded in the house.

Everyone's worries were instantly put at ease, and they looked at Li Wu who was still taking their pulse with burning eyes, wanting to get the answer from him.

Teacher Wen didn’t care about that. She just knew that Lao Qu was very comfortable now.

In recent years, the time Lao Qu could close his eyes and sleep peacefully has become shorter and shorter. Even if there was a problem with the prescription prescribed by Chen Yin, she hoped that Lao Qu would pass away in a comfortable dream, instead of sleeping and sitting restlessly like before, with his feet so painful and ulcerated that he couldn't even sleep normally.

Teacher Wen looked at his wife carefully, slowly stood up, waved his hands, and opened and closed his mouth silently.

If you observe carefully, you can see that she is urging everyone to go out and not disturb Mr. Qu's rest.

Yu Gong glanced at Teacher Wen, met Qu Guoqiang's gaze, and was the first to take a step and walk towards the next door.

Chen Yin and others followed one after another and met again in the next room.

As soon as he sat down, Elder Qi couldn't wait to ask, "Old Li, you were the only one who examined Mr. Qu's pulse after he took the medicine. Can you tell me how Mr. Qu is feeling now?"

Li Wu understood that he was now the focus of everyone's attention, and he guessed that Yu Gong was waiting for his answer.

But he really didn't know how to express the pulse condition he had just detected.

He slowly raised his head and looked in Chen Yin's direction. "But after just one dose of medicine, any changes will be very subtle. I guess it will take a few more doses to see any noticeable effects."

"What you said is the same as if you didn't say it! Old Li, how did you learn this set of skills?"

Mr. Qi couldn't help but complain, his tone full of sourness.

"That's right, Mr. Li, we are not outsiders, just tell us!" someone echoed.

Perhaps everyone was distracted by Mr. Qu's sudden sleepiness and didn't notice the deeper meaning in Mr. Li's words.

Only Yu Gong quickly shifted his gaze to Chen Yin, his eyes full of shock and pride.

What Mr. Li meant was that there was nothing wrong with the prescription prescribed by Doctor Chen, and that drinking it did not cause any deterioration in Mr. Qu's health. Isn't this a valid statement?

"Doctor Chen, you are truly a young genius! You are incredibly courageous and a pioneer. Today, you have opened the eyes of us old folks."

"You're too kind."

"You! Why are you so modest? Elder Li has already said that the prescription you prescribed is fighting against Mr. Qu's illness. I'm waiting for good news from Mr. Qu."

Speaking of the illness, Chen Yin said more, "Mr. Qu's condition is over fifty years old, so curing it is not easy. I just said that it will take six doses of medicine to be effective. Take three doses today during the day and one dose at night. By tomorrow morning, I think everyone will see initial results."

"good!"

When Yu Gong heard this, he shouted excitedly, but it was only a day's work, so he could still wait.

After hearing Chen Yin's words, the other doctors and members of the Qu family also began to think about it, wishing that time could come to the next day in an instant.

Now that Mr. Qu was asleep, it was difficult to observe, so Mr. Yu got up and left, going to his private office to handle some work that required his hands-on work.

Qu Guoqiang and his mother returned to the room to observe his father's condition. Only Chen Yin and other doctors were left in the room.

Without outsiders around, everyone started discussing the illness without any reservations, and they suppressed their voices as they began to discuss Chen Yin's prescription and Mr. Qu's condition.

As one of the parties involved, Chen Yin was naturally the center of the topic, discussing the merits of the prescription with everyone.

Mr. Wu, who had mixed in, felt more and more that Chen Yin had inherited the style of the God of Fire, and could not help but ask on the spot.

"Doctor Chen, your amazing prescriptions really put us old guys to shame. I wonder who your teacher is? Please open our eyes."

Chen Yin didn't understand why the topic changed so quickly. Her eyes widened slightly, full of confusion.

Mr. Qi thought he was quite familiar with Chen Yin, so he helped to explain:

"Old Wu thinks your medicine has the lingering influence of their Fire God School, so he wants to ask if you studied medicine with a famous doctor from the Fire God School?"

"Sorry, I learned from my father."

"What's your father's name?" Old Wu asked anxiously.

"My father, Chen Nanhe."

Upon hearing this, many people present were thinking about this name and wanted to check if they had any impression of it.

Old Wu shook his head helplessly. He had never heard of this name before and couldn't help asking again, "What about your grandfather? What's his name?"

"Grandpa's name is Chen Jueming."

Before he finished speaking, a cry of exclamation suddenly exploded in his ears, "Brother Jueming!"

Chen Yin quickly looked towards Mr. Li who made the sound, her eyes full of anxiety. She desperately wanted to know from him everything that had happened to her father and grandfather.

"Mr. Li, do you know my grandfather?"

"If it's Chen Jueming, who ran Huimintang, I think I should know him. It's a pity he didn't make it. I heard his youngest son severed ties with him and went to the countryside, and we haven't heard from him since."

Talking about the past, Li Wu felt a lot of emotions in his heart.

In the past, the Chen family's Huimin Hall was also a well-known medical clinic in Beijing. Unfortunately, they were poorly educated and had a descendant who betrayed his teacher and stole his wealth, causing the family business to fall into the hands of others.

Now he seriously suspected that Chen Yin was the last bloodline left in the Chen family. The look he gave Chen Yin was no longer simply admiration for the younger generation, but also showed concern and love for the younger generation he was familiar with.

Chen Yin couldn't wait to reveal more clues to her roots. "I heard from my mother that my father was sent to the countryside from Beijing as an educated youth. Later, he didn't want to come back, so he opened a clinic in his hometown."