Seeing his beloved grandson vomit blood, the second grandfather stopped thinking about anything else and quickly made way for Ning Huan.
Behind her, someone was shouting for her second grandfather not to act impulsively, but Ning Huan didn't have time to explain to these people anymore. Instead, she hurried over to take Tu Sheng's pulse.
Seeing her skillful movements, some villagers began to mutter, "Judging from Jing'an's wife's appearance, she seems to actually know some medical skills."
"I heard that she was the one who took care of the Yang family's child before, and I always thought it was someone playing a joke on me!"
“I was there that day too. It really was Jing’an’s wife who treated the patient. Although Yang later went to town to find a doctor to prescribe medicine, she still got the medicine according to the prescription given by Jing’an’s wife.”
"This Jing'an wife can even prescribe medicine?"
When Ning Liang arrived in a hurry, he heard people talking about Ning Huan.
At this moment, Ning Huan was focused on examining Tu Sheng's condition. After taking his pulse, she breathed a sigh of relief, as the fungal poison had not yet penetrated into Tu Sheng's internal organs.
Upon seeing Ning Liang, she quickly asked him to bring her medicine basket, then took out an antidote pill and fed it to Tu Sheng.
Then he opened his acupuncture bag, intending to perform acupuncture on Tu Sheng to completely expel the fungal toxins that had penetrated deep into his body.
Unexpectedly, the man from before rushed forward and stopped her, saying, "What is that thing you're holding! Are you trying to prick Tu Sheng with a needle!"
Ning Huan looked at him coldly: "This is acupuncture. I just want to detoxify Tu Sheng."
The man scoffed, "Antidote? I've never heard of using needles to prick someone to detoxify. You're clearly trying to harm someone!"
At this moment, the second grandfather spoke up calmly from the side:
"Alright, if you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them. Since Jing'an's wife says she'll detoxify Tusheng, then I'll trust her. If Tusheng still can't be saved in the end, I won't blame her; I'll just consider it Tusheng's fate."
Seeing his second grandfather say this, the man was speechless for a moment.
Ning Huan didn't press the matter further and quickly began administering acupuncture to Tu Sheng.
After a few needles, black blood began to flow from the corner of Tusheng's mouth.
Looking again, Ning Huan's forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat, but she was still focused on giving Tu Sheng acupuncture, inserting each needle steadily and accurately.
After a few more needles, Tusheng's eyes slowly opened.
Seeing this, the second grandfather rushed forward and hugged his beloved grandson: "Tusheng, how are you feeling? You scared me to death! If anything happened to you, how could I face your father?"
Tusheng hugged his grandfather tightly and cried, "Grandpa, I thought I would never see you again!"
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Ning Huan wiped her sweat and said, "Second Grandfather, although Tu Sheng has woken up, he still needs to rest. I'll write him a prescription, and we can go to town tomorrow to get the medicine according to the prescription."
The thought of writing a prescription made Ning Huan realize that she couldn't write many characters, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
However, she thought of an excuse to go home and ask Zhou Jing'an to write a prescription for her: "I still have some herbs that I recently picked on the mountain at home, which can be used by Tusheng for the time being."
Hearing this, the second grandfather no longer doubted Ning Huan and thanked her, saying, "Then thank you very much, Jing'an's wife."
As Ning Huan turned to leave, she saw the village chief and others coming to visit her. She greeted them and then went home to write the prescription.
Upon seeing Tusheng awake, the village chief was quite surprised. Someone nearby quickly said, "Tusheng was saved by Jing'an's wife. She pricked Tusheng with a needle a few times, and the child actually woke up."
Then the crowd started talking about how Ning Huan had cured Yang Xiaoshu before, and now she had cured Tu Sheng, not to mention that she could also cure purpuric purpura.
Then people started saying that Ning Huan's medical skills were superb and that she must be exceptionally talented.
However, some people felt that they had never seen her method of healing before, and that she might be using some kind of witchcraft.
There were many different opinions, but the village chief stood aside with a furrowed brow, as if he were thinking about something.
On the way back with Ning Huan, Ning Liang asked curiously, "What method did you use just now? How did you manage to save that child who was poisoned?"
Ning Huan raised an eyebrow: "Impressive, right?"
Ning Liang scoffed dismissively, "Tch, what's so great about it? It's just so-so..."
Ning Huan knew he was just being stubborn, so she didn't argue with him.
He simply said, "I used acupuncture, which is a very powerful medical technique."
To master acupuncture, Ning Huan practiced with her grandfather from a young age. Her grandfather spent a long time teaching her the techniques of inserting needles.
Although Ning Liang didn't know what acupuncture was, seeing Ning Huan's focused expression while saving people, he felt proud for the first time and wanted to admit that she was his older sister.
However, this was only what he thought in his heart, and he wouldn't tell anyone else.
As soon as she got home, Ning Huan looked around for paper and pen, wanting Zhou Jing'an to write out a prescription for her.
But after searching for a long time, she couldn't find any writing brushes, ink, paper, or inkstones in the house, which made Ning Huan feel very strange.
Logically speaking, Zhou Jing'an is a scholar, so there should be plenty of paper and pens at home. How come there isn't even a trace of paper in sight?
Just as she was rummaging through drawers and cupboards in the house, Da Bao, who was lying on the bed, asked, "What are you looking for?"
Ning Huan then told Da Bao about her treatment, and said, "I wanted to write another prescription for Tu Sheng, so I came home to find pen and ink, but I've been looking for ages and haven't found anything."
Hearing the voice, Pang came over and asked, "Did you forget where you put it?"
Ning Huan shook her head: "No, I remember it was in this cabinet before."
In fact, the original owner's memories only remained in the cabinet. As for whether they were moved away later and forgotten by the original owner, Ning Huan didn't know.
Da Bao hesitated for a moment, then limped off the bed and ran out.
Ning Huan called out to Da Bao worriedly from behind, "Where are you going? Your foot injury hasn't healed yet, don't run around!"
A moment later, Da Bao actually took out the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone that Ning Huan had been searching for. He said calmly, "Before, you always said that Father was about to die, that his things were useless to keep, and that you wanted to throw away all the paper and brushes he used..."
Ning Huan understood without further explanation: the little guy was worried that these things would really be thrown away, so he secretly hid them away from the original owner of the body.
However, Da Bao did the right thing. Given the original owner's personality, she might have really thrown away her writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone one day.
She gently patted Da Bao's head: "Thank you for taking it out. I promise I'll give it back to you to keep safe after I'm done using it, okay?"
Da Bao looked at Ning Huan, then shook his head: "You keep it safe for Daddy, okay? I know you can keep it safe now."
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