Chapter 1 Chapter 1 I asked you to see a doctor, not to eat melons...
"Brother Liu's words are too biased. Who says women enjoy a leisurely life? Men go to the border to fight, while women weave at home..."
The radio, which had been used for several years, was making a buzzing noise, but the people sitting in the yard didn't care. Everyone's attention was on the powerful opera sung by Master Chang Xiangyu, and the older aunts and sisters could even sing along.
This year's midsummer seems to be much hotter than in previous years. It's not even noon yet and everyone is sweating.
The kid who was still wearing open-crotch pants was no cooler than anyone else. All the dust raised in the yard stuck to his buttocks, and the old plaque "Xianhu Jishi" on the door seemed to have been exposed to the sun and had several cracked marks.
Shen Wanshan is one of the few veteran Chinese medicine practitioners in the area. His front hall often receives villagers who come to see him for treatment, and the smell of Chinese medicine lingers in the yard year after year.
After summer begins, the dry weather makes it easy to eat bad food, so more people come to him for pulse diagnosis and prescription medicine.
Two years ago, the village raised funds to expand the clinic, using the most advanced western medicine and hiring two medical college graduates. However, the villagers still prefer to come to the Shen family to let the old man take their pulse, because in addition to superficial injuries, he can also find some lesions that have not yet occurred.
"Next one."
When they heard a slightly weak woman's voice coming from the hall, the aunts and sisters paused almost at the same time with their palm-leaf fans in their hands.
Over the years, Shen Wanshan was often heard muttering that he was old and wanted to retire and enjoy a peaceful life. He also said that he wanted his granddaughter to inherit his mantle, but everyone thought he was joking.
How can seventy years old be considered old? It is the best time to be able to work hard and do things!
Shen Wanshan has always paid attention to health preservation. At the age of 70, he looks almost in his early 60s. A few days ago, he was seen chasing an old yellow dog that stole medicine with a broom for two miles, running faster than the young men in the village.
Is he old? Don't talk nonsense. He is in good spirits every year. How can he be old?
So the villagers never thought that he would really step down.
Clutching the handwritten number paper in her hand, Luo Yingzi hesitated a little, until Aunt Luo beside her made an expression of "since you're here", then they all lifted the curtain of the outer hall.
Compared to outside, it was much cooler inside the house. The ceiling fan above my head was spinning non-stop, and the wind it blew out was even a little cool.
The old elm table has been placed in the hall for decades, and the Chinese medicine cabinet against the wall is even more historic. The grinding trough, pestle, and mortar are said to have been passed down from Mr. Shen's generation.
Looking around, the whole room exudes a long historical atmosphere, except for the young girl sitting in front of the table wearing a loose white sweatshirt and dark blue shorts, who seems particularly out of place here.
"Sister Yingzi, why are you here?"
Seeing that the person coming was a familiar elder sister in the village, Shen Miao subconsciously wanted to move closer and hold her hand and chat with her as usual, "Aunt is here too, come and sit down."
Before she could even stand up, the one-meter-long ruler beside her fell on her arm.
Bang!
"I asked you to come and see the patient, but who asked you to chat about family matters?" Shen Wanshan, who was lying in a rocking chair listening to the opera, didn't even need to sit up straight. Just a slight sidelong glance was enough to make him look serious.
"Get down to business."
After Shen Miao said “Oh”, she quickly rubbed her reddened arms and sat back down.
Less than an hour after the clinic started, she had already been hit seven or eight times. Fortunately, she had been beaten many times since she was a child, so her skin was tough. After a short while, the redness and swelling had mostly disappeared.
Sitting upright on the chair, Shen Miao cleared her throat and said seriously: “Sister Yingzi, are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
"It was particularly painful this time, and there were small black blood clots. I..." Although they were both women and good sisters who interacted with each other frequently, Luo Yingzi still felt a little embarrassed when talking about her physical discomfort.
Shen Miao placed the pulse pillow in front of her, "Come, I'll take your pulse."
Putting his fingers on her wrist, the beating pulse might be like an incomprehensible book without words to ordinary people, but to Shen Miao it was more like a comic strip, narrating all of Luo Yingzi's experiences over the past period of time one by one.
"You've been eating a lot of popsicles lately."
"Just one, from last week."
"Hmm? Are you sure?"
"Okay, three. I ate one the day before yesterday."
"It still has orange flavor, from the store at the east end of the village."
Hearing her describe it in such detail, Aunt Luo at the side almost dropped her eyes in surprise: "Oh my god, you can even give me a number for this?"
“I guessed that Sister Yingzi loves orange-flavored popsicles,” Shen Miao explained calmly.
Aunt Luo: ...
Continuing to feel the pulse, Shen Miao frowned again: "Having an argument with old Zhao again?"
"Yes, he was the one who said I couldn't get married. I scolded him that night!"
"Why didn't you call me for help? I'll go and help..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his words, the ruler fell on the same spot as before.
"hiss……"
This time it hurt much more than before, and her body trembled in pain.
Sitting up from the rocking chair, Shen Wanshan raised the ruler in his hand high, pretending to hit her palm again: "Just treat the disease, why are you talking about other people's private affairs? It's really obvious."
It must be said that Shen Miao has an excellent talent in studying medicine.
Perhaps it was because his son married late and had children late that he gave birth to Congming Ni, or it could be because the ancestors were worried that their son would lose the ancestral craft if he did not learn medicine. Since Shen Miao was able to remember, he has shown a very high talent for traditional Chinese medicine.
At the age of three, he could distinguish different medicinal materials. At the age of five, he began to learn the three diagnostic methods of medicine. At the age of seven, he could already make a prescription by himself. At the age of ten, he could accurately find the acupoints of the whole body with his eyes closed.
The only bad thing about him is that he is too curious, which is not the quality a doctor should have.
“I’m wrong, I’m wrong, I won’t say anything more.” Shen Miao rubbed his arm and quickly admitted his mistake to his grandfather.
Picking up the ballpoint pen and cut paper beside him, Shen Miao wrote down a few medicinal materials while imitating Shen Wanshan's usual old and frail tone and said, "Ahem, you have liver depression and qi stagnation as the root cause, cold coagulation and blood stasis as the symptom, forming the symptoms of 'qi stagnation, cold coagulation, blood stasis blocking Chong and Ren'. Take the medicine according to this and you will be fine in two days."
Handing the written prescription to Grandpa, Shen Miao added: “Of course, the current symptoms are not serious, so you don’t need to take medicine. Drinking more brown sugar water, getting more rest, and being less angry can also alleviate the symptoms.”
Shen Wanshan nodded with satisfaction, only took a glance and put the prescription back on the table.
All medicines are poisonous to some extent. Not all major and minor illnesses require medication. Patients should be provided with more options that are suitable for them.
"Shall we get some medicine?" Luo Yingzi asked her mother.
"Grab it," Aunt Luo said as she fished out some money from her bag and took out a one-yuan note and put it on the prescription. "It's not much money. Take the medicine sooner and you'll get better faster. You don't have to go through all the trouble."
The Shen family's clinic has been open for so many years, and has never been for the purpose of making money. The prices are so low that the villagers feel that they are losing money to treat patients.
Compared to going to the village clinic to get some cephalosporin and antibiotics for just ten yuan, why not take traditional Chinese medicine that can cure the disease for just one or two yuan?
Shen Miao stood up and walked towards the two rows of Chinese medicine cabinets. She could accurately open the drawers even without checking the list, then grabbed a handful of herbs from them and placed them on the pile of brown paper on the table.
Three grams of dried grass, three grams of ginger, four grams of Ophiopogon japonicus without core...
This was something Shen Miao had been trained to do since she was a child by helping to pick up medicines. She didn’t need to use that copper scale, she only needed to take the herbs in her hand and weigh them slightly, and she would get the exact amount.
"Where's the surname Shen?!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The box containing Chuanxiong was high up, and just as Shen Miao was about to tiptoe to get it, she was startled by the shrill shouting and smashing sounds outside.
Three or four burly men came into the yard, some holding hoes and some carrying shovels. They looked very fierce. As soon as they entered the door, they kicked down the small wooden table used to block the door.
The person walking in front was a middle-aged woman holding a child. She had a cock-fighting expression, as if someone owed her tens of thousands of dollars and was here to collect the debt.
Through the door curtain, Shen Miao couldn’t see her face clearly, but she was definitely not from Qinghe Village.
Standing in the middle of the yard, she glanced at the patients sitting under the eaves. The woman's voice rose an octave: "Where's the old man named Shen? Get out here!"
Oh, are you here to cause trouble?
Hearing the angry shouts of the woman and the ferocious men, Shen Miao was a little timid, but Shen Wanshan stood up from the rocking chair calmly, put down the ruler in his hand, put his hands behind his back and walked out of the hall calmly.
He has been practicing medicine for fifty years and has always behaved uprightly. He never charges people a penny more and has never made a mistake in diagnosing a patient, so there is naturally nothing to be afraid of.
The sun outside was even more scorching, and when she came out of the house, Shen Wanshan couldn't help squinting, shielding her from the sun with her hands, and looked at her suspiciously: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"What's the matter? You cheated my family of money, and you still ask me something?!" As soon as the woman opened her mouth, a lot of saliva flew out.
Strangely enough, although her yelling and scolding were very harsh, the child in her arms was sleeping soundly.
I guess I'm used to it because I hear such noisy sounds every day.
When the word "pit" was mentioned, Shen Wanshan suddenly became anxious: "When did I cheat your family of money? Don't dare to talk nonsense."
"Which village is Nen from? Why have I never seen Nen before?"
“Uncle Shen’s family are all honest people, why do you say that?”
"That's right. Don't think you are right just because you have more people. We live in a society ruled by law now. Evidence is everything!"
Many people in the yard were from Qinghe Village, and most of them had grown up under the care of Shen Wanshan and had been cured by him. How could they just stand there and watch him being smeared? They all spoke up to speak up for him.
"Hey, hey, he's your biological father and ancestor? Are you speaking up for him?"
Facing everyone's doubts, the woman was not afraid at all and held the child in her arms a little higher: "Evidence? My grandson is the evidence, proving that Shen Wanshan is a swindler, a fool who is short of people!"
Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, cursing more and more fiercely, Shen Miao was worried that she would attack Grandpa, so she quickly stood in front of him, "Aunt, please explain clearly, what does your grandson have to do with our family? How did my grandfather become a scammer of your family's money?"
"Ask your grandfather if he told me that I couldn't have children. He even prescribed me a bunch of Chinese medicine to drink every day!"
Oh, it turns out that my son is infertile.
But isn't that right? If Grandpa really cured her son's infertility, that would be a good thing.
She was given a chubby grandson, so she should have come to express her gratitude. Why did she repay kindness with evil and accuse him of cheating her out of her money?
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