"Okay, come back for acupuncture in the next couple of days, and then take some medicine to regulate your body for a period of time."
As Shulan put away the silver needles, she said, "However, this illness requires proper care and attention. You can't keep your head down for too long."
She said something, and the old man's son and grandson nodded, "Okay, Dr. Shu."
As long as it's not a major issue, they're relieved.
He carefully prepared the medicine, then, carrying the old man on his back, said, "Dr. Shu, thank you so much."
Shulan smiled and waved her hand, "You're welcome."
She liked this feeling very much, and she thought about why she became a doctor.
Besides the fact that his parents were both doctors.
Whenever I successfully treat a patient and see their joyful and grateful eyes, I feel a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
She enjoys the feeling of saving people.
After the old man and his family left, the other patients at the clinic also left.
When no one was around, Shulan stretched.
And look at my little nephews and nieces with their bright, sparkling eyes.
He said, "Ask whatever you want."
Even his young apprentices gathered around, clearly wanting to learn as well.
Mu Dong quickly raised his little hand: "Junior Uncle, how did you determine that he only had a problem with his neck?"
He didn't understand it at the time.
But Huang Qi and Jian Qiu understood, so Shu Lan didn't need to answer.
They were saying, "When Junior Uncle asked that old man to reach out and grasp his hand, he was making a judgment."
Shulan nodded: "Yes."
Then he started asking in return, "Do you know why?"
Jianqiu replied, "My junior uncle once said that if a patient has limb injuries or lacks coordination, it is definitely due to intracranial injury and bleeding."
If that's the case, it's generally impossible to strictly control the general population, let alone get them to take any action.
Shulan nodded and praised, "Your memory is excellent, that's for sure. So I judged from his ability to speak that there was no damage to his brain. I had him raise his hand to grasp something to further confirm that."
If these symptoms aren't caused by intracranial issues, then it's almost certainly a cervical spine problem.
After she finished speaking, she used her young apprentices as a teaching tool, telling them about cervical spine problems.
Once she started talking, she couldn't stop. By the time she finished and felt a bit thirsty, it was almost noon.
Feeling a bit hungry, he said, "Let's go eat."
They would eat on the side, going over whenever they had time. If they were too busy, Uncle Rong would help deliver the food and collect payment. When he was busy, Uncle Rong would bring it to them.
This is why the restaurant has been open for so long and is doing so well, yet no one dares to peek inside.
Everyone knows this place is owned by the wife of a great general... Just think of that great general, who would dare to cause trouble? They'd be asking for it.
And the great general they were talking about.
He was talking to Liu Moyang in the military camp when he saw the sharp sound in the air and his expression changed instantly.
Liu Moyang's eyes widened as well: "Is there danger over there, Big Brother?"
Both of them strode out, and at the same time, the shadow guards appeared in the shadows, following behind them, wanting to get there as quickly as possible to rescue the person.
Meanwhile, the person they wanted to rescue was leisurely holding his son and looking outside.
Wang Yaozhi trembled: "He Qichen, have you offended someone again?"
He Fengling then raised an eyebrow.
Startled, he quickly said, "No, no, you're beautiful and kind-hearted, how could you possibly offend anyone? I just want to ask, what exactly happened? Why did a group of people suddenly come over trying to kill you?"
By the end, Wang Yaozhi's voice was trembling, completely unlike the esteemed Prince Jing of the Great Feng Dynasty.
He Fengling held his chubby baby who was fast asleep, and smiled very kindly: "You always say that I am beautiful and kind-hearted, so isn't it normal for someone to be jealous of my beauty and talent and want to kill me?"
Wang Yaozhi almost cried again when he saw that smile.
I was thinking, "Go ahead and laugh at my brother. He can handle it, but I can't."
I'm scared.
Looking at his frightened appearance, He Fengling sighed helplessly, "Why are you so timid?"
At the same time, upon hearing a sound from the roof of the carriage, the crossbow in hand was already aimed at the roof.
The sword was incredibly powerful; it flew directly off the wooden roof of the cart, accompanied by a muffled groan, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
And He Fengling's lazy voice: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you."
Wang Yaozhi stared wide-eyed at the crossbow in his hand: "Is this thing really that powerful?"
I couldn't help but look up at the roof of the carriage; it was made of very solid wood.
He also had one, and had even played with it, but he never felt it was this powerful.
He Fengling toyed with the crossbow in his hand, his tone still indifferent: "That depends on who has it."
Without even looking, he fired the crossbow backward.
The arrow from the crossbow pierced the wooden carriage once again.
Wang Yaozhi heard screams again.
Staring at his friend with admiration, he gave him a thumbs up: "As expected of General He."
Don't be fooled by He Qichen's current frail appearance and seemingly indifferent demeanor.
Back then, he was a young man who dared to risk losing his head to rescue the Crown Prince all by himself.
He was General He, who dared to provoke the enemy general on his first battlefield experience and even dared to break into the enemy camp alone and take the enemy's head.
General He is both brave and resourceful, and with this handsome project, everyone would say that like father, like son.
Everyone knew he would become the next great general, but who could have imagined that an accident would happen?
Thinking back to the past, looking at his legs, I couldn't help but sigh.
But when she noticed her friend looking at her, she couldn't help but shiver.
She immediately curled up into a ball, acting like a timid, submissive wife.
He Fengling was too lazy to argue with him, and at this moment he leaned against the carriage as if he had no bones.
But actually, their ears are very sensitive, and they can hear the slightest noise clearly.
So whenever someone tried to approach them from outside the carriage, he would shoot out his crossbow with such speed that the masked men outside didn't even have time to react.
They probably saw their distress signal and knew someone would come to their rescue.
The masked leader made a gesture, and they all attacked the carriage, determined to leave He Fengling and the others' bodies there.
He Fengling smiled and said, "I haven't seen someone so fearless in a long time."
After saying that, he handed the chubby boy, who was groggy and starting to wake up because of the noise, over to Wang Yaozhi.
When Wang Yaozhi carefully took the chubby boy from him, he looked at him with some fear: "Qichen, what do you want to do?"
He Fengling laughed freely and arrogantly: "Let's do something that they'll all regret."
"..."
Wang Yaozhi suddenly had a bad feeling...
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