Chapter 34: Shoulders stiffened and refusing to listen to the doctor
Yangmei didn't expect that her father's shoulder pain had lasted for so long. She was so heartbroken that she didn't know what to say.
So, their eyes quickly locked on Chen Yin.
Chen Yin did not respond quickly to their expectations. She wrote down on the paper: "The patient reported having an old injury." Then she stood up and said:
"Come here, Uncle Yang, show me your injured shoulder. Let me see if it's an old injury."
As she spoke, Chen Yin moved to Yang Xianyong's side, ready to examine him.
Yang Xianyong didn't expect that he would have to take off his clothes. Facing a young person like Chen Yin, he was obviously unable to react.
It was Yangmei who quickly realized Chen Yin's purpose and helped unbutton her father's clothes, reminding him while taking them off.
"Dad, lift your hand a little bit so I can take off your clothes."
"Hey hey." Yang Xianyong agreed subconsciously.
Then, Yang Xianyong's shoulders and half-year-old back were displayed in front of everyone.
Facing the gazes of so many people for the first time, he shrank back in embarrassment, and didn't even dare to meet Chen Yin's eyes.
Chen Yin immediately put her hands on his shoulders and gave him instructions.
"Uncle Yang, let me massage your shoulders. If I feel any discomfort, you must remind me immediately so I can identify the injury."
Yang Xianyong nodded repeatedly when he heard it, "You press it."
Chen Yin's hand slowly pressed and touched from the outside of her right forearm towards her shoulder, feeling the previously injured area.
When her hand pressed on the acromioclavicular joint connecting the humerus and scapula, Yang Xianyong, who prided himself on his strong endurance, couldn't help but cry out in pain.
“Ouch!”
At this moment, Chen Yin also sensed the unusualness of this part of the bone.
"Uncle Yang, please bear with me for a moment. I will palpate you for a while."
"Doctor Chen, you come here. I, Old Yang, will bear it." Yang Xianyong frowned, and his voice came out from between his clenched teeth.
Then, Chen Yin increased the strength of her hands and continued to touch the shoulders.
Her movements were very small, and to outsiders it looked like she was touching one place without moving.
But only Yang Xianyong knew how much it demanded of a person to move the fingers constantly on his shoulders.
Just when he felt he could no longer bear it, Chen Yin quickly let go of his hand.
At this moment, Yang Xianyong looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. He was sweating profusely, and the outline of sweat was even visible on the clothes on his back.
Yang Mei panicked and kept wiping the sweat off her face, and asked anxiously:
"Doctor Chen, is there any way to treat my dad's shoulder?"
"I just touched it. Because I didn't pay attention when I was first injured, a special callus has formed. Now this part of the tissue is pressing on other parts of the body, causing unbearable pain."
When Yang Mei heard this, she subconsciously asked, "So are we going to the hospital for surgery?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she instantly realized what a stupid thing she had said.
Dr. Chen in front of me is a Chinese medicine doctor. How could he mention this kind of Western medicine treatment method?
Yang Mei was afraid that her words would cause Chen Yin's dissatisfaction, so she quickly slapped her mouth twice and apologized repeatedly.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Doctor Chen, I was anxious and said something careless. How do you treat my father's illness? We will listen to you."
"It's okay, don't be nervous. We're seeing a patient, not doing anything else. Don't worry about saying the wrong thing."
Chen Yin suddenly realized that the father and daughter opposite her were overly cautious towards her, and for a moment she didn't know how to comfort them.
"Also, in ancient Chinese medicine, Hua Tuo would scrape bones to heal wounds, which involved surgery. But Uncle Yang's condition is far from being suitable for surgery."
As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Mei and Yang Xianyong were completely attracted by the last sentence and didn't care about anything else.
"How should it be treated?"
"Uncle Yang, please stick out your tongue first, and then place your hand on the pulse pillow."
With the hope of free treatment, Yang Xianyong quickly stuck out his tongue and put his hand on it.
Chen Yin carefully observed the tongue and found that it was light red with a thin white coating.
After pulse diagnosis, it was confirmed that Yang Xianyong's pulse was thin and stringy.
"Uncle Yang, you suffered an injury in your early years and didn't receive treatment. Over the years, your Qi and blood have been blocked, and you've also been overworked. To heal the injury on your shoulder, you need to invigorate Qi and activate blood circulation, and dredge the meridians."
"The best way is acupuncture plus cupping."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Xianyong and Yang Mei were already happy about the news that he would soon be cured.
“Okay, okay!”
Yang Xianyong was so excited that he shouted "good" three times.
Upon hearing that the patient agreed to the treatment plan, Chen Yin immediately arranged the subsequent treatment.
"Please ask the family to help lead the patient to a more private place over here and take off the upper body clothes."
Then she turned and looked at Wu Yushu behind her.
"Brother Yushu, please go find Village Chief Yang and ask him to find some paper or small wooden sticks that can burn quickly. We'll need them for the cupping procedure later."
"I'll go, I'll go. Yushu, you just stay here and help Doctor Chen."
The villagers of Qingshan Village who came with Chen Yin realized that perhaps Chen Yin only knew Wu Yushu, so she assigned all the tasks to him. They quickly stood out from the crowd and took over the tasks.
Without waiting for Chen Yin's answer, she quickly ran outside to talk to Village Chief Yang.
Wu Yushu looked at the figure outside, then looked at Chen Yin and smiled helplessly.
"Yinyin, it seems that everyone doesn't want to be idle."
"Forget it, help me take the cupping jar out of the wooden box and wipe it inside and out with the alcohol and cotton swabs inside."
So this time, Chen Yin directly assigned the task to everyone.
In an instant, Wu Yushu and the other three immediately got busy.
When the wooden box was opened, they realized what was inside.
Especially the villagers who were responsible for carrying the wooden boxes, their backs suddenly felt cold when they saw the bottles and jars inside.
I thought to myself: Fortunately, I was very careful when I carried the box just now, otherwise the things inside would be damaged, and even if I sold them, I wouldn’t be able to compensate the losses of the villagers who came to see the doctor.
After a while, Village Chief Yang and his partner appeared in the clinic with arms full of small wooden sticks and waste paper.
"Doctor Chen, take a look, is this enough?"
"That's enough! Village Chief Yang, put your things on the table first."
Upon hearing this, Village Chief Yang quickly placed the wooden stick closer to Yang Xianyong, after all, it was about to be used.
He just stood there motionless, waiting in the clinic, waiting for orders.
He finally realized that he would need to take care of many things on his own on the first day of the free clinic, so it would be more convenient to stay directly with Dr. Chen.
Chen Yin had no idea about having one more person watching. Seeing that everything was ready, she quickly started the treatment.
First comes the familiar disinfection step, but this time not only the silver needle needs to be disinfected, but also the place where the needle is inserted.
Yangmei looked at the place where her father had been wiped with alcohol, and suddenly a brighter color appeared. She blushed in embarrassment.
She glanced cautiously in Chen Yin's direction, but only saw Chen Yin's calm expression, as if at this moment her eyes only saw the injured person and the affected area, and nothing else.
Yangmei's gaze subconsciously followed Chen Yin's line of sight and moved to the shining silver needle.
Chen Yin aimed the silver needle in her hand at the shoulder joint acupoint and used a combination of twisting, lifting and inserting method① to stimulate the acupoint.
Then use the same technique to pierce the Biyu, Jianneiling... Tiaokou and other acupoints.
As soon as she pulled out the silver needle, Chen Yin immediately lifted Yang Xianyong's right hand and said, "Uncle Yang, please move your arm a little."
Yang Xianyong immediately followed Chen Yin's movements, grimacing in pain.
"Which part hurts the most?"
"It's right here," Yang Xianyong immediately raised his hands and touched the painful area.
Seeing this, Chen Yin immediately let go of the other person's hand and said, "That's enough."
The next second, she took out the sterilized cupping jar, lit the alcohol lamp, and randomly picked up a small wooden stick on the table and lit it.
The smooth and flowing movements left everyone in the room stunned.
Just when everyone was wondering why Chen Yin wanted to light the fire, they were immediately frightened by Chen Yin's next action.
Chen Yin was seen holding a cupping jar in one hand and a lit wooden stick in the other, and her hands quickly moved together.
The rapidly burning wooden stick circled around the inside of the cup twice at a very fast speed. Outsiders felt it was too hot to touch and subconsciously hid their hands behind their backs.
Chen Yin seemed to have lost her sense of pain. She raised the wooden stick, blew it with her mouth, and the flame disappeared instantly.
At the same time, she quickly threw away the extinguished wooden stick, took out the silver needle, aimed it at the most painful part that Yang Xianyong had just mentioned, and pricked five closely located spots.
It was obviously a very complicated step, but under Chen Yin's hands, these actions seemed to happen in one second.
The next second, the burning cupping jar quickly covered the punctured areas, tightly wrapping the five points.
Because the temperature inside the cupping jar is high and the air is thin, it will absorb quickly once it is placed on the human body.
From the outside, you can vaguely see a white circle formed by the strong suction of the cupping jar.
Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Yin took out the gauze and stood aside waiting.
When the time reached the duration she estimated, she quickly removed the cupping jar.
The "pop" sound was particularly clear in the room where the only sound was breathing because the people were so shocked by Chen Yin's technique.
Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw Chen Yin wiping the blood with gauze.
Looking at the dark red blood, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
Even if one does not understand medical knowledge, looking at the unusual color of blood, everyone can realize that what is flowing out is definitely something bad.
Next, what appeared before people's eyes was the round bulge left by cupping.
The round dark red mark on the body was a bit unbearable to look at.
Yang Mei noticed that Chen Yin was already dealing with the used utensils, and couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Doctor Chen, is this cured?"
"Almost. But you must report to me every day for the next two days to continue the acupuncture and cupping. I will also prescribe you a herbal prescription for external application later. When you return home, boil it until soft, mash it, and apply it to the area around the cupping."
While Chen Yin was busy with the work at hand, she was also making arrangements for the next treatment.
When the two heard that it was so simple to cure their stubborn illness, their worried faces immediately broke into excited smiles.
Especially Yang Xianyong, a man who always has a droopy face, now his mouth corners are almost grinning to his ears.
After finishing the work at hand, Chen Yin quickly sat down and wrote down the herbal prescription for external application.
In fact, the best way to treat Yang Xianyong's illness is to use plasters, but now resources are limited, so she can only try her best to prescribe medicine using the herbs she has to make it cheaper for the villagers.
"Brother Yushu, please prepare the medicine according to the prescription above, and wrap and tie up the packets separately."
"Okay." Wu Yushu took the prescription and immediately took action with the other four people.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Yin immediately revealed the truth about Xu Ting providing medicine for free.
"Uncle Yang, the medicine you use for your shoulder stiffness was provided by Mr. Xu Tingxu of Shop No. 55 in the Dongyu City Chinese Herbal Medicine Market. He's also the supplier of herbs for my clinic. After hearing about the free clinic, he offered to provide half of the herbs for free."
Yang Xianyong and his friends didn't expect that the free clinic would involve the big boss in the city. They were so excited that they didn't know what to say.
"It was actually the boss in the city who gave me the medicine for free! What a kind man!"
"There are still many good people these days. They all understand the difficulties faced by us rural people. If we meet Boss Xu one day, our village will definitely thank him."
"Boss Xu, like you, Doctor Chen, are both kind-hearted and well-intentioned people. Thank you! Thank you!"
Yang Mei excitedly bowed to Chen Yin repeatedly, and then quickly bowed again in the direction of Dongyu City.
When Yang Xianyong saw this scene, he ignored his physical discomfort and bowed along with them.
Even Village Chief Yang was no exception, and he kept sighing: Their village finally met some kind-hearted people.
Seeing the sudden change in the situation, Chen Yin saw the medicine bag handed over by Wu Yushu and quickly interrupted the three people.
"It's enough for everyone to remember that Boss Xu Ting was involved. No need for formalities. Uncle Yang, this is your medicine. Take it home, boil it, and apply it on the affected area. Don't delay the treatment."
Since it was a matter of health, Yang Xianyong and Yang Mei didn't bother to continue thanking them. They took the medicine, paid half of the bill, and left in a hurry.
"Number Two!"
"Number Two, come and see the doctor—"
Village chief Yang glanced at Yang Xianyong and his daughter who were almost reaching the village gate. Before he saw the next patient coming out of the crowd, he immediately shouted at the top of his voice.
After a while, a sloppy young man squeezed in from the back.
Yang Mao proudly held up the paper with the number "2" written on it, looked around, and after enjoying everyone's envious eyes, he walked towards the clinic with a proud look on his face.
The villagers who were standing there immediately expressed their dissatisfaction with Yang Mao being number two.
"How could number two be that bastard Yang Mao? How could such a bastard get up so early?"
"It wasn't Yang Mao who was queuing. It was his youngest sister, Xiaomei. When I got up at four o'clock, I saw Xiaomei in front of the line."
"This damned bastard actually snatched my sister's turn to see a doctor. He can't even cure the most serious disease. He might as well die."
"Pooh!"
For a moment, the sound of spitting could be heard from the crowd.
Yang Mao naturally heard it, but he was not ashamed of it. Instead, he was proud of it, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.
Until the moment he saw Chen Yin, his feelings immediately turned into lustful desires.
Wu Yushu took one look and immediately led his men to Chen Yin's side. He looked at Yang Mao fiercely and shouted:
“What are you looking at!”
"Keep your eyes open! Don't blame us for not warning you. If you dare to look again, we'll beat you to a pulp."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yushu and several young men immediately put their hands on their hips to show the strength of their arms.
Yang Mao didn't expect that there was someone in the room protecting the beautiful female doctor. He shrank his head guiltily and quickly looked away.
Village chief Yang was so angry when he saw Yang Mao's useless appearance that he slapped Yang Mao hard on the back of the neck.
“Bang!”
"Just sit down and wait for the doctor to come! If you dare to affect the whole village's treatment, you'll have to wait and see."
The extremely threatening words immediately destroyed Yang Mao's little plan.
"Village chief, don't worry, I will definitely treat the disease well."
As he spoke, his head shook wildly on his thin neck, as if it would fall off at any moment.
Seeing that the other party had given in, Wu Yushu was worried that his position would interfere with Chen Yin's treatment, so he quietly withdrew.
Chen Yin raised her eyes and met Yang Mao's shrewd eyes set in his obviously dark and gloomy face. She glanced down and saw the veins bulging on his thin neck.
"Please take a seat. Name? Age?"
When Yang Mao heard Chen Yin's gentle voice, he returned to his old ways and said with a smile:
"My name is Yang Mao. I'm twenty-five years old and unmarried. I have an elderly mother at home, and..."
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Not to mention Chen Yin, even Village Chief Yang couldn't stand it anymore and thought to himself: What is this guy Yang Mao talking about? Does he think he is on a blind date?
"Just tell me what Dr. Chen asks you, don't exaggerate!"
"Okay, uncle, I forgot, I forgot."
Yang Mao was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. He agreed verbally quickly, but it was obvious that he did not listen.
Chen Yin also realized that the patient in front of her was difficult to deal with, so she asked more detailed questions based on what she had seen.
"Have you had any chest discomfort recently?"
"Hey~ Doctor Chen, how did you know that?" Yang Mao looked at the young and beautiful female doctor in front of him in surprise.
But in order to show himself, he patted his chest vigorously and said excitedly:
"That is...ahem...that is..."
Before he could finish his words, a cough sounded in the room. It was a cough that seemed to pull at the heart and lungs, and it was impossible for humans to stop it.
Yang Mao had not yet forgotten to show off his abilities in front of Chen Yin, and was eager to speak.
This only increased the frequency and frequency of his coughing, making his face red and his breathing rapid.
Village chief Yang couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he hurriedly got toilet paper from the office on the other side and handed it to Yang Mao.
"Hurry up and cough up the phlegm! You're almost coughing your lungs out. Judging from your condition, you must have been sick for a while. Why haven't I heard your mother say anything about it in the village?"
Yang Mao quickly took the paper, coughed loudly a few times, blew his nose, and calmed down for a long time before slowly regaining his hoarse voice.
"Haha, I've been working in the county recently."
Yang Mao dared to say it, but even Village Chief Yang didn't dare to believe it. Only Yang Mao's mother would believe that Yang Mao was doing something serious outside.
He glared at the useless Yang Mao with dissatisfaction and sighed.
Chen Yin didn't care about the patient's private affairs and continued to ask questions based on the cough just now.
"When did your cough start?"
Hearing this, Yang Mao carefully recalled what had happened recently. As he thought about it, his butt could not fit on the stool under him, as if something was blocking him and he kept moving.
Chen Yin's serious look was really boring, and he began to miss the bright lights and nightlife of the county town, feeling itchy.
I wish I could run back home right now to ask my mother for money and then go to the county town for some fun.
Having lost interest, Yang Mao's tone of answer became impatient.
"It was just like when the flu broke out before, and the friends I was hanging out with coughed a few times."
At this point, he couldn't help but pat his shriveled chest excitedly, "But I'm in good health! Hehe! I just coughed a few times and didn't have any other symptoms. I didn't waste any money on seeing a doctor."
Yang Mao's tone was filled with pride and boasting after having gained an advantage.
What he didn't notice at all was that Chen Yin's face suddenly became solemn, and it was obvious that she had a bad guess about Yang Mao's condition.
Realizing the tension of the situation, she quickly asked, "Have you felt any other discomfort recently?"
"For example, bloating, abdominal pain, vomiting, nausea... or other severe discomfort symptoms, especially your heartbeat, has it ever experienced occasional rapid beating?"
At this moment, Yang Mao still did not realize the seriousness of the matter.
When he heard Chen Yin's last words, a broad smile immediately appeared on his face, which was red from coughing.
"Yes, I have."
"When? A few times."
"Just now. When I saw you, Doctor Chen, it was like I saw a fairy from heaven. My heart beat faster involuntarily, as if I wanted to spend the whole day with you, Doctor Chen..."
While speaking, Yang Mao's hands were still not keeping still, and they slowly moved towards Chen Yin's hand on the table.
Wu Yushu caught a glimpse of this scene and immediately raised his hand, aiming at the bad hands and slapping them hard.
“Pah!”
"Just stay calm when you're seeing a doctor!"
"Ouch!" Yang Mao couldn't help but scream because of the sudden severe pain on the back of his hand.
Soon, the cruelty hidden under his playful smile was immediately revealed. He stood up suddenly, looked at Wu Yushu with distorted features, and said meaningfully:
"What kind of rubbish are you? Are you having an affair with this female doctor? You keep trying to stop me."
"You idiot, do you think everyone is just like you? With nothing in their heads except the two pounds of flesh on their bodies?"
Wu Yushu couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't expect to come to another village for free medical treatment and actually encounter such a person? Xiaohe Village didn't even check.
As he spoke, he moved quickly, as if he was going to jump over the wooden table and teach Yang Mao a lesson.
Yang Mao looked at Wu Yushu's aggressive look and smiled smugly, thinking that he had been right.
But before Wu Yushu could teach him a lesson, Village Chief Yang had already beaten up Yang Mao, the ignorant guy.
“Pah pah pah!”
"Let me teach you a lesson today on behalf of your ancestors! You dead child, do you even know how to speak? Do you think you can slander Doctor Chen? Yushu and Doctor Chen are siblings from the same clan. You really don't know what you're talking about!"
Yang Mao, who was just feeling proud, was instantly suppressed by the beating from the village chief.
At first he thought it was the same as before, but unexpectedly, Village Chief Yang fought as if there was no end.
Yang Mao immediately became unhappy. He raised his hands and pushed the old village chief Yang away.
Village chief Yang didn't expect that Yang Mao no longer respected his elders, and he was so angry that he was shaking all over.
He was afraid that Yang Mao would continue to cause trouble, so he reminded him again:
"Yang Mao, why don't you apologize to Doctor Chen! Doctor Chen is a skilled doctor and must have noticed something wrong with you. If you dare to make trouble again, I will tell your mother about this and ask her to force you to go to the hospital for treatment."
Hearing this, the expression on Yang Mao's gloomy face changed back and forth, and he shouted reluctantly.
"Doctor Chen, I'm sorry."
The weak voice was obviously not sincere, but Village Chief Yang and his companions who just wanted to drive Yang Mao away quickly did not care about that.
Village Chief Yang was worried that Chen Yin still had concerns, so he quickly walked over to Chen Yin and whispered in her ear:
"Yang Mao's family is the most impoverished in the village. His mother is a widow and it's hard for her to raise three children. Yang Mao is the only boy, so his mother values him even more. More importantly, Yang Mao is the only bloodline of their family. For this reason, the village does not discipline him too strictly. I hope Doctor Chen will forgive me and not let this child be unaware of his illness because of what happened just now."
Listening to the humble tone of Village Chief Yang, Chen Yin couldn't help but feel pity and compassion.
"Okay, Village Chief Yang, I'll continue my consultation."
"Okay, okay! Thank you, Doctor Chen, thank you!" Village Chief Yang nodded excitedly, which made Wu Yushu and others feel a little uncomfortable.
Turning around and meeting Yang Mao's indifferent expression, he quickly withdrew his sympathetic heart.
"Since Village Chief Yang has said so, let me ask you again, have you recently experienced any symptoms similar to abdominal pain, bloating, etc?"
"Two days ago, I had braised pork elbow. The taste—I won't tell you how it was. Then I suddenly had a greasy meal and accidentally had diarrhea a few times. It doesn't hurt anymore, so it should be nothing, right?"
Yang Mao spread his hands indifferently, just wanting to finish the treatment as soon as possible.
"If there are any abnormal physical symptoms, just speak up. As for whether or not there's a disease, that's for me, as a doctor, to judge."
Chen Yin looked at Yang Mao, who didn't care, and spoke calmly.
"And stick out your tongue."
"Hah——" Yang Mao stuck out his tongue and made a disgusting sound.
He hoped to destroy Chen Yin's calm expression, but after watching for a long time, Chen Yin didn't change at all. He couldn't help but lose interest and quickly retracted his tongue.
He thought that this would embarrass Chen Yin, but he didn't know that Chen Yin had already written down the details of the tongue diagnosis on a piece of paper.
"Now reach out your hand and place it on the pulse pillow."
Upon hearing this, Yang Mao excitedly placed his hand on the pulse pillow, licked his tongue excitedly, and one could tell what he was thinking at a glance from his wicked smile.
But who among the people present would give him such an opportunity?
I don’t know where Wu Yushu found the rag, but he covered Yang Mao’s wrist with it.
Then he looked at Chen Yin embarrassedly and asked, "Yin Yin, this won't affect the pulse diagnosis, right?"
"The fabric is thin and light, it's okay." Chen Yin took a look and replied.
"Tsk~"
Seeing that there was no chance for physical contact, Yang Mao spread his hands, leaned back in the chair, and ignored everything.
Chen Yin didn't care about this. She put her hand on Yang Mao's wrist.
It took nearly a quarter of an hour to take the pulse by alternating hands.
Chen Yin looked up, glanced at Yang Mao, whose thoughts had drifted somewhere else, and turned to look at Village Chief Yang.
"Village Chief Yang, the patient has a pale, fat tongue with a thick, greasy white coating, and a knotty pulse. Furthermore, during our initial consultation, he had a severe cough that affected his internal organs, causing his voice to sound strange. He also had diarrhea, abdominal pain, and a range of other symptoms."
"After diagnosis, I believe he has spleen and stomach deficiency, with dampness blocking the middle burner."
Village chief Yang glanced at Yang Mao and immediately met Chen Yin's eyes, thinking: It seems that Doctor Chen wants me to watch Yang Mao take the medicine, otherwise this guy will definitely not take his illness seriously.
"Okay, I'll talk to his mom when I get back."
When Yang Mao heard this, he immediately became unhappy, "What does this have to do with my mother!"
"Apart from your mother, who else can you listen to? Doctor Chen has come to our village for a free clinic. If you come to see a doctor and he diagnoses you with an illness, you must take medicine immediately."
As soon as these words came out, Yang Mao immediately turned his dissatisfaction on Chen Yin and said angrily:
"What's wrong with your spleen and stomach? It's just that you haven't eaten anything good, so you suddenly feel uncomfortable. You doctors who talk about morality and justice are just trying to make money from us. Who wants you to treat them?"
After saying that, he still felt dissatisfied, so he stood up and kicked the wooden table in front of him.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang, and Chen Yin could feel the wooden table in front of her moving towards her.
The next second, Yang Mao trotted forward triumphantly, and a mocking voice rang out above the village office.
"Dog doctor, if you want to earn my money, wait for your next life!"
Without waiting for Chen Yin to express her dissatisfaction, the villagers of Xiaohe Village took the lead in launching a collective attack on the impolite Yang Mao.
"You scabby bastard! How dare you disrespect Doctor Chen? I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of your late father!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Mao stuck out his tongue and said triumphantly, "Lululu! If you dare to hit me, I'll fall down and blackmail you to death!"
“You you you!”
"You stole my little sister's number and now you're causing trouble in the village office. You're becoming more and more deserving of a beating."
This sentence seemed like a signal. There were so many people at the scene that no one could tell who did it.
For a while, Yang Mao's cries of pain could be heard from under the tree at the entrance of the village.
When Yang's mother heard that her son had come to cause trouble and rushed to the village office, Yang Mao was lying limply under the shade of a tree, like a dying dog.
In sharp contrast, the villagers under the nearby trees continued to chat as if nothing had happened.
Seeing her son's miserable condition, Yang's mother subconsciously wanted to go to the village office to get a medical consultation number for her son.
But Yang Mao, who was already exhausted, didn't care about so many things at this time.
"Come quickly! Help me up. There is no good person in this village."
Mother Yang glanced at the crowded village office, and then at her pitiful son, who was covered in wounds.
In the end, her worry and fear for her son overcame her desire to see a doctor, and she quickly placed her son's entire weight on her shoulders.
As she led her son home, she asked worriedly:
"Xiao Mao, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to carry you back home?"
"Hey, who hit you so hard? Why didn't the other villagers help stop it?"
"Stop?" Yang Mao sneered sarcastically, "You're lucky enough not to join in the fight."
Some people are like this. They hate cats, dogs, and people, but they don't think about their own problems at all.
With Yang Mao’s bad experience as a precedent, Village Chief Yang had to step forward again and give some advice before the third person came to see the patient.
"If anyone dares to offend Doctor Chen again, from now on, their family will not be included in any of the free clinics in the village."
"This is a collective decision of the village, and no one is allowed to violate it!"
"good!"
"Village Chief, we all listen to you!"
"Some people are thick-skinned and really strict."
Since then, the rules of free medical consultation have been established in Xiaohe Village.
Seeing the crowd's support, Village Chief Yang's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he immediately shouted, "Number Three!"
"It's me, it's me, the village chief."
Liu Guihua waved the note in her hand proudly and squeezed out of the crowd excitedly.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
"See the patient as soon as you come. Don't waste Doctor Chen's time." Village chief Yang waved his hand, signaling Liu Guihua to go in quickly.
The smile on Liu Guihua's face was as sweet as honey. She quickly ran into the clinic, sat down quickly, and put the note on the table.
Wu Yushu took the note and tore it up.
Before Chen Yin could ask, Liu Guihua had already carefully inquired about the detailed procedures of the free clinic from her relatives in Qingshan Village and spoke directly:
"Doctor Chen, please help me take a look. My legs hurt so much whenever it's windy or rainy that I can't even walk. Now I even feel like I can't breathe. Please help me take a look. What's wrong with me? How many years can I live?"
"Don't be anxious. I'll take the consultation step by step. Auntie, please tell me your name and age first."
While Chen Yin was writing on the paper, she looked up at the patient opposite her.
"My name is Liu Guihua, and I'm forty-eight."
"Besides leg pain and shortness of breath, are there any other symptoms? For example, chest tightness, insomnia..."
…
"Aunt Liu, you have arthritis and asthma. Arthritis is what everyone calls rheumatoid arthritis, and asthma is probably caused by the evil spirits that entered your body before. The wind and cold are not obvious on the surface, but the symptoms are aggravated internally."
"Bi disease requires acupuncture, while asthma requires Dingchuan Decoction combined with Sanzi Yangqin Decoction, which can be used to reduce adverse reactions and calm asthma, nourish yin and moisten the lungs."
"Okay, okay! If there is a cure, that's fine."
Liu Guihua nodded excitedly. After the excitement subsided, she asked with some concern:
“I wonder how much it costs to see a doctor?”
"Don't worry about the money, Aunt Liu. Acupuncture only requires a pack of silver needles, which is free. As for the decoction for treating asthma, some of the herbs can be found at home and in the village. Others are made with herbs I brought from town, and half of the cost will be covered by Mr. Xu Ting from the city."
Chen Yin understood the other party's concerns and quickly gave an explanation to calm people down.
Sure enough, when Liu Guihua heard that there were other people helping to pay for her medical treatment, she could no longer suppress the smile on her face.
At the same time, she also realized a fact, that is, the medical expenses for people in their Xiaohe Village were actually cheaper than those for people in Qingshan Village.
You have to know that when Qingshan Village held a free medical consultation before, there were no big bosses to help pay.
For a moment, Liu Guihua felt that Chen Yin in front of her was truly "sacrificing herself to save others", like a Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering, and her eyes were shining with admiration.
During this time, Chen Yin had already written the prescription and handed it to Wu Yushu to get the medicine.
She took out the silver needle, disinfected it, turned to look at Liu Guihua, and instructed:
"Aunt Liu, come sit over here. Lift up your trouser legs and take off your shoes."
"Oh, okay!"
Liu Guihua quickly moved her position and lifted up her trouser legs, revealing her obviously swollen knees and skinny calves.
Then, her eyes were fixed on the silver needle in Chen Yin's hand.
She was very curious about how a few silver needles, not even the size of embroidery needles, could cure the pain that had tormented her for nearly ten years.
As Chen Yin inserted a silver needle, Liu Guihua did not feel the pain she had imagined at all. It was even easier than getting an acupuncture treatment at the town's health center.
Even as more and more places on her legs were pierced, she could vaguely feel the pain in her knees gradually easing.
At the same time, a tingling sensation spread through the legs, replacing the pain.
Finally, Liu Guihua felt a warmth enveloping her almost numb leg, and a feeling of ease and comfort flowed through her heart. She couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.
"Comfortable~"
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② "Entering the Door of Traditional Chinese Medicine (6): Detailed Explanation of the Ideas for Differentiation and Treatment of Difficult Diseases"
②Selected Cases of National Famous Chinese Medicine Practitioner Li Yanyan
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