Aunt Sun looked at Song Yun with hope, "Song Zhiqing, please tell me for sure, is there any hope for my husband's leg?"
Song Yun sat back down and said to Aunt Sun, "It's like this. The county hospital can handle it without any problem. It's just that Grandpa's leg injury is serious. Judging from his current condition, he'll probably be lame after recovery and won't be able to use much strength anymore. He'll have to walk on tiptoe."
The light in Aunt Sun's eyes slowly faded, and she murmured, "That's what the doctor at the county hospital said."
Song Yun continued, "But nothing is absolute. I happen to have a paste recipe that's excellent for regenerating broken bones. It's just that the initial application will be quite painful, and the pain will last for about seven days. Would you be willing to try it?"
She did have such a paste recipe, which she and her master had prepared together. It was a bone-reinforcing paste. It had a strong medicinal property and was very effective, but because many patients could not bear the pain, she rarely used it.
Aunt Sun's eyes sparkled again, and she nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, we're willing to try."
Even Liu Daquan, who had been silent the entire time, smiled sincerely. He wasn't afraid of the pain, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to walk properly in the future. What would he do with the farm work then? If they relied solely on the three unfilial sons to provide them with food, they would soon starve to death. He couldn't let his wife do it all alone. If his leg could be healed, he could endure the pain.
"Okay, then you go back first. I'll go to your house to apply the ointment to grandpa after I prepare it." There are two kinds of medicinal materials at home for preparing this ointment, and there are still a few missing. I have to go to the mountains to look for them.
Aunt Sun thanked them profusely and left, feeling both happy and excited. Tears welled up in the eyes of the old couple, but they didn't look pitiful at all, and their mental state was much better than before they went in.
Next came the first patient, and soon it was number three's turn. The person who entered the consulting room with number three was not Aunt Yinghong, the Ghost-Seeing Sorrow, but Shengchen.
Song Yun had known Shengchen for a long time, not only because Shengchen was the team leader, but also because of the unclear relationship between Shengchen and Zhao Xiaomei.
To put it bluntly, Wang Shengchen is just a fish in Zhao Xiaohai's pond, but Wang Shengchen is dreaming of becoming the owner of the pond, huh!
Song Ziyi had a good memory. He was the one who issued the numbers. He remembered that number three was given to Aunt Guijianchou, and definitely not the person in front of him.
"I remember this number belonged to Aunt Yinghong. How did it end up in your hands?" Song Ziyi had doubts in his heart and didn't want to ask. It wasn't a big deal, so he just needed to ask clearly.
Song Yun picked up the number paper and took a look at it, confirming that it was her number. She looked up at Sheng Chen, waiting for his answer.
Shengqian raised his chin and said, "My illness is quite urgent, and your family has many rules, so it's very difficult to see a doctor. Aunt Yinghong happened to be not in a hurry, so she gave her number to me. Why? Is it not okay?"
Song Yun put the number paper into the drawer and said calmly, "I didn't say no. Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
He immediately put on a painful expression and pointed at his head, "I have a headache."
"How does it hurt? Tell me clearly."
I can’t explain it clearly, just one word: pain.
Song Yun knew that this person was looking for trouble, so she sneered inwardly, "Okay, then I'll give him acupuncture."
Shengqian's face changed and he quickly waved his hands, "No, no, I don't want acupuncture. I want to take medicine. Just prescribe some for me."
"Next." Song Yun suddenly shouted.
Two people came in from outside. They were a pair of middle-aged women. They looked unfamiliar and their clothes did not look like those of villagers. They looked more like city people.
Shengqian sat still, "What's wrong with you? I told you to prescribe me some medicine, but you didn't even prescribe it. Why did you call someone else in?"
Song Yun gestured for the couple to stand closer. Without rushing to speak, she said with a straight face, "You said you had a headache, but you couldn't explain why. I offered acupuncture, but you refused and insisted on getting medicine. I don't have any headache medicine here."
Shengchen was anxious, not caring if anyone else was around. He blurted out, "You clearly just prescribed a pill for Jinbao in front. I saw it all. Just give me that pill."
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