There were four teachers in total, three men and one woman, all from the teaching affairs office. Two of the men were in their early thirties, the female teacher was in her forties, and the other male teacher looked to be in his forties or fifties.

Ye Qingqing checked their pulses one by one, and found no major problems. The female teacher had the most serious issues.

“The three male teachers are all fine and in good health, but you have a minor ailment, which is postpartum illness. Did you not take good care of yourself during your postpartum period?” Ye Qingqing asked.

The female teacher nodded vigorously. "Yes, it's my fault. I gave birth in June, it was so hot, I couldn't resist washing my hair and taking a shower, and I did it many times. I didn't feel anything at the time, but now I always have inexplicable headaches and feel unwell. Several traditional Chinese medicine doctors said I have postpartum illness and suggested that I have another child, but that's not a practical solution!"

If she had known she would get postpartum illness, she would have endured it no matter how smelly or uncomfortable she was. But there's no going back.

Having another child is absolutely impossible. She and her husband are both teachers and can only have one child, unless they decide they don't want to work anymore.

“Giving birth is like a woman walking through the gates of hell, severely damaging her vital energy. The postpartum period is to help women recover their energy as quickly as possible. The reason we don’t allow bathing is to prevent dampness from entering the body. You’re still young now, so you don’t feel it much, but as you get older, it will become more and more uncomfortable. This illness needs to be treated early,” Ye Qingqing said.

"I'm feeling extremely unwell right now. Can this illness be cured? Having another child is definitely not an option, as my family doesn't have any birth quotas," the female teacher asked hopefully.

"Having another child is indeed the best way. If you can't have children, you can only slowly recuperate. It's a bit difficult to cure completely, but it will make you feel better than you are now," Ye Qingqing said honestly.

The best way to treat postpartum illness is to have another child and take good care of yourself during postpartum recovery. For women, childbirth is like a second rebirth. A good postpartum recovery is a new beginning, while a bad one is torture.

If you don't take good care of yourself during your first postpartum period, you can make up for it the second time. That's how women used to treat postpartum illnesses. But things are different now. You can't have children whenever you want. You can only take it slow and manage your health.

"As long as it's better than it is now, that's all that matters. Dr. Ye, thank you so much." The female teacher was very grateful and somewhat relieved that Wuchen had caused trouble, otherwise she would never have had the chance to meet the divine doctor.

"You're welcome. You're also Teacher Wuchen, so it's only right."

Ye Qingqing took out a notepad from her bag, wrote down her home address and phone number, and handed it to the female teacher. “Your illness is a bit complicated to treat. You need acupuncture. Why don’t you come to my house when you have time? Just call me before you go.”

The female teacher glanced at the address and was secretly shocked. This was a wealthy neighborhood in the city. However, Ye Qingqing could easily spend 100 million yuan, so it was normal for her to live in such a neighborhood.

Several teachers, including the dean of students, changed their attitude towards Ye Qingqing drastically. They were very polite and even personally escorted her to the door, showing great courtesy.

Ye Qingqing led Wuchen away, exhausted and with a sore back. It was all that brat's fault.

After walking only a few steps, Ye Qingqing, who was furious, slapped Wuchen on the head a few times. "You're so stupid! Didn't you know to find a secluded place to throw people? Throwing them in front of so many people, you deserve to be punished. Next time, you better be more careful. Do this kind of thing when it's late at night and the moon is out. Don't be like an idiot and go wherever there are lots of people. Even a pig is smarter than you!"

"I am upright and honest, unlike you who only knows how to scheme and plot." Wuchen gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly, ready to retaliate if she hit him again.