good.
Upon receiving Su Ya's reply, Professor Chi was even happier than when he got married. This is the attitude of the academic community: they can put aside everything else, including their own reputation and pride, for a good student. Only in this way can people succeed. Learning has no end, and they always adhere to the belief that "among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me."
Today is the day Su's mother is going to have a full-body checkup.
Early on, Mr. Su had already carried Mrs. Su out of her hospital bed.
Every time Su's mother went to the First Hospital of Kyoto for a check-up, Su's father would personally carry her down from the bed, without asking anyone else to help.
It's easy to imagine how good their relationship must be.
It was placed in the hospital ambulance.
The journey was smooth and unobstructed, and we arrived at the hospital entrance.
The doctors and specialists there are already waiting for a consultation.
The nurse wheeled Su's mother into the examination room and began a thorough examination using various instruments.
After leaving the examination room, it's time for individual specialists to begin their consultations.
Mr. Su never shied away from discussing whether it was traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, as long as it could save his wife.
After the Western medical examination,
Then it was the turn of the traditional Chinese medicine experts to step in.
The experts then performed the four diagnostic methods: observation, listening, questioning, and palpation.
Then he frowned and after a while spoke to Su's father.
Su's father was prepared; he hoped that Su's mother would remain unchanged for decades, as long as her condition did not worsen.
“Mr. Su, your wife’s pulse is beating stronger than before. And I also noticed that her complexion is different from before; there are red veins in her skin.”
Following the hand of the traditional Chinese medicine expert, Mr. Su noticed that his wife's complexion had indeed become much rosier.
"May I ask if Mr. Su has had anyone treat your wife during this period?"
"No. My wife has been bedridden for many years. Apart from the nurses who care for her, no one else in the family has ever seen her."
“That’s strange. I feel that Your Majesty has a strong vitality in your body. And the pulse of this vitality is very similar to the Ling Shu Nine Needles, a technique of acupuncture that has been lost for a long time in our traditional Chinese medicine. However, I have only seen this kind of pulse in books passed down from my ancestors, and I have never encountered it before. But Your Majesty’s pulse really is like the one described in the book. That’s strange.”
"Is this Ling Shu Nine Needles really that miraculous?"
Su's father asked.
"Does Mr. Su look down on acupuncture in China?"
The traditional Chinese medicine expert was somewhat angry.
"Please forgive me, I did not mean to look down on acupuncture. On the contrary, I am curious about whether I can find a successor who knows acupuncture, then my wife will be saved."
"It's too difficult. The Ling Shu Nine Needles technique has been lost for hundreds of years. Some needles still exist today, but without knowing the acupuncture method, they are useless. If the needle is inserted incorrectly, the person will die on the spot."
"However, the book says that the Ling Shu Nine Needles are very powerful. As long as a person is not dead, they can be saved by using these needles. Judging from the lady's complexion and pulse, she should wake up soon. At most half a year, at least a month, or even less. I can't figure it out. My master might be able to."
"Then may I ask, who is your master?"
"Old Yan from the Chinese Medicine Association."
After saying that, the TCM expert left.
Only Su's father was left alone in the hospital room.
None of them saw off the traditional Chinese medicine experts. It wasn't that Su's father forgot, but rather that he was so shocked by the news that he couldn't speak.
For fourteen years, countless hospitals and doctors have said that unless a miracle happens, his wife will spend the rest of her life in bed.
Unexpectedly, I heard today that my wife will wake up soon.
"Lijiao, did you hear that? The doctor said you'll wake up in six months at most, or a month or so at least."
Su Qinghai didn't see that his wife's finger twitched.
Four hours later, the results from the Western medical equipment came back, and everything was moving in a positive direction.
All the instruments indicated that the patient could regain consciousness at any time.
For easier observation, the hospital advised Mrs. Su to remain in the hospital for the time being.
This way, the hospital can know immediately if anything happens.
Su's father also moved his bedroom into Su's mother's hospital room.
This way, it will be convenient for her to take care of the patient nearby.
Suya was too lazy to go home and face her younger sister who loved to pretend.
So I simply brought my computer and moved in with Grandma Yan.
Grandma Yan has already met Old Master Yan's mother.
The two families are now as close as one.
Old Yan also frequently came to his eldest sister's house for meals.
Over time, he became familiar with Su Ya.
As a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, the health of his family members was what Mr. Yan cared about most. After Mr. Yan and his maternal grandmother became familiar with each other...
Old Master Yan wanted to take Grandma Yan's pulse to see if she needed some traditional Chinese medicine.
After all, as people get older, their physical functions decline.
However, after Mr. Yan took his grandmother's pulse, he found that her pulse was strong and powerful.
Old Yan was somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, most elderly people of this age would have some ailments, and he himself was no exception.
Grandma Yan's pulse showed no signs of illness. If you only took her pulse and didn't look at her face, no one would believe that it was the pulse of a 60-year-old woman; they would all think it was the pulse of a 30-something-year-old.
"Big sister, do you often take tonics?"
Grandma Yan thought for a moment, "She hasn't eaten anything else except what Nannan brought back for her."
After spending time together, Grandpa Yan also learned that Grandma Yan had given Su Ya the nickname "Nannan".
"Do you know where she got these medicines from?"
Now, Grandma Yan considers Grandpa Yan to be one of the closest people in her family. She tells him everything she knows, without reservation.
"I don't know, I've taken a few small white pills before."
How often do you take the white pills?
Old Yan pressed further, "He takes it about once a quarter, three slices each time."
For some reason, upon hearing this name, Old Yan immediately thought of the medicine that Huaguo Medical College sent to each family every quarter. It was a small white bottle, a transparent glass bottle, without even a label. People who didn't know better would think it was an unlicensed or substandard product. Who would have thought that this was Huaguo Medical College's newly released S-grade pills?
Not to mention the name of the drug. It simply doesn't exist anymore. Even though it's claimed to only have health-strengthening effects, it's already fetching exorbitant prices on the black market.
"So, sister, besides this, have you tried anything else?"
"These are the little pills that Nannan brought back. I have a few more in my room later, I'll go get them for you. Nannan told me to take one every day, and she'll get me a new one when I run out."
Grandma Yan then brought over the small pills that Su Ya had given her; the pills were in a white bottle.
Upon opening the bottle, Mr. Yan discovered that there were only a few pills left inside.
I took one out and looked at it. The pill wasn't big, only about the size of a sugar pill. It smelled like it contained a lot of tonics, but the medicinal effect was very strong.
Old Master Yan exclaimed in surprise, "Could this be...?"
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