Chapter 354 Song Zhimei Sells Herself to an Old Widow

Zhou Hongfu said nothing and pinched Ma's other pulse.

"The pulse is weak and slow, and the patient is indeed about to die."

Song Yuntang has a different view.

"Although the pulse is weak, it also implies vitality."

She took out silver needles from her sleeve pocket and inserted them into Ma's Zusanli, Taiyuan, Feishu, and Danshu acupoints to regulate the patient's qi, blood, immunity and other physiological functions.

He also did not forget to give instructions.

"Shunzi, go get a dose of Wuling Powder and boil it in the backyard. Give it to the patient after I finish the acupuncture."

Now Cao Shun and his grandmother Wu both work in the clinic.

Cao Shun was only nine years old. As an apprentice, he could do odd jobs but couldn't help much, so he was paid two hundred coins a month.

Wu was responsible for cooking for several people in the clinic, and also had to take care of the cleaning of the backyard. Song Yuntang paid her 600 coins.

Now that the Jiang family members are still at home, there is no need for Wu to deliver meals to Xu Qingye.

When the elders of the Xu family returned to Lushan Village, Mrs. Wu had one more thing to do every day.

Cao Shun looked embarrassed.

"Master, what is Wuling Powder?"

Only then did Song Yuntang realize that although Cao Shun, as an apprentice and medicine boy of Xinglin Medical Clinic, had been studying with her for more than a month, he was still in the stage of recognizing medicines and memorizing pharmacology, and had not yet started to come into contact with prescriptions.

Just when he was about to say something, he saw Zhou Hongfu next to him standing up.

"Come on, I'll write you a prescription."

Sun Ji had been squatting nearby, watching intently as Song Yuntang performed acupuncture on the patient on the ground. The look in his eyes could only be described as astonishment.

I originally thought that even if this young man in front of me had medical skills, it should only be at an entry-level level.

I didn't expect that her use of silver needles was as easy as eating and drinking.

I just don't know if she can really save the patient's life.

More and more people gathered around to watch the fun, all staring silently in the direction of Song Yuntang. They were all curious as to whether this young girl could rescue the dying woman.

Song Zhimei, who had just filled her stomach, came to Ma's side. Looking at Song Yuntang's focused look, she felt mixed emotions.

She didn't know why she was blinded by Lard before and even thought about comparing herself with Song Yuntang.

How can a girl like her be compared to someone like me who has no strengths?

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Song Yuntang took the silver needle. Just then, Shunzi came out of the clinic carrying the medicine.

"Master, the medicine is ready."

Seeing this, Song Zhimei hurriedly helped Ma up.

At the moment, Ma was still in a coma and unable to drink the medicine by herself, so Song Yuntang took out a medicine funnel and fed the medicine to her little by little with a small spoon.

After doing all this, when I took her pulse again, it was indeed stronger than before.

Among the onlookers, a kind-hearted person brought Ma an old patched quilt.

Although it is in tatters, at least it can keep you warm.

After doing all this, Song Yuntang stood up.

"When your mother wakes up, remember to give her something to eat."

Song Zhimei looked bitter.

"I have nothing to eat."

Song Yuntang looked at her and said, "Then you have to figure it out yourself. I've already saved her life, and she can't rely on me for food."

After saying that, he went into the clinic.

Seeing that Song Yuntang seemed very confident in his results, Sun Ji and Zhou Hongfu hurried forward to feel Ma's pulse.

To their surprise.

The pulse, which was weak and slow before, actually became stronger in such a short time!

There was disbelief in the eyes of both of them.

"Doctor Song is amazing." said Sun Ji.

Zhou Hongfu nodded, "It seems that we all underestimated her."

…

Because Song Yuntang treated Ma, there were many people outside the clinic watching. After Song Yuntang finished the treatment, patients came in one after another for consultation.

Song Zhimei was thinking hard outside, but she really had no idea, so she went into the clinic. Seeing that Song Yuntang was busy, she went to Shunzi to borrow paper and pen.

Shunzi couldn't make up his mind, so he asked Song Yuntang for her opinion first. Seeing that she had no objection, he gave the paper and pen to Song Zhimei.

But after getting the paper and pen, Song Zhimei became worried again.

She doesn't know many words.

"Your name is Shunzi, right? Could you please write a few words for me?"

Shunzi scratched his head and said, "I can't write many words. I wonder which words you want to write?"

"Sell yourself to save your mother."

She had made up her mind that even if she was sold to an old widower, it would be better than being a beggar outside with no place to live.

At least I have a place to live and something to eat.

Next, as long as she lives a good life, maybe she will be able to make it in the future.

Shunzi was stunned for a moment, then picked up a pen and wrote the four words "Sell myself to save mother" on the paper.

Song Zhimei thanked him, then took the paper and went outside the clinic. She spread out the paper not far from Ma and knelt down.

Half an hour later, Song Zhimei actually sold herself to a widower in his early forties.

After all, she is not even nineteen yet, she is young, and although her appearance is not particularly outstanding, she is still pretty.

Especially now that she had been hungry for several months, she was much prettier than before, and she was sold at a low price of only two taels of silver. Although the men from good families disdained such a dirty woman, the bachelors and widowers liked her very much.

Ma woke up at 9:00 p.m.

When she opened her eyes, she was taken home by Song Zhimei and the forty-year-old man.

She was heartbroken when she saw that her daughter sold herself to a widower who was about the same age as her mother in order to save her.

She cried and said that she was the one who harmed her daughter.

However, Xinglin Medical Clinic has become famous in the county because of Song Yuntang's medical skills of bringing people back to life.

…

Song Yuntang learned from Shunzi that Song Zhimei had sold herself, but he didn't say anything.

Song Zhimei has no special skills, is pregnant, and has a seriously ill mother. For her, the best place to go right now is if someone is willing to take her and her daughter in.

Still a smart guy.

It was evening and the clinic was not closed yet. Song Yuntang had just finished his work when he looked up and saw Xu Qingye entering the clinic holding a hot water bottle.

"Why are you here?"

Looking at the surprise and joy on the girl's face, the man smiled gently.

"I'm here to take you home." He said, and stuffed the hot water bottle in his hand into Song Yuntang's cold hands, "Warm it up first."

Sun Ji and Zhou Hongfu couldn't help but ask when they saw this extraordinary man.

"Doctor Song, who is this?"

Song Yuntang narrowed his eyes and introduced it confidently.

"My husband, Xu Qingye."

After hearing this, the two of them greeted Xu Qingye.

Xu Qingye smiled, and like a magic trick, he took out a bag of chestnut cakes from his arms.

"I saw that you liked it last time, so I brought it for you when I came."

Song Yuntang said as he tore off the oil paper, "Didn't you buy the chestnut cake at the market last time? You don't have to go through the market to get to the clinic from home."