"mother!"
"mother!"
"What's wrong with you, mother!"
"Wake up and stop scaring me, Mom!"
Screams and panic were heard from the inner room behind the curtain.
Xiao Yunze hesitated for a moment, then lifted the curtain and walked in.
In the small space, I saw an old woman collapsed on the ground. The shopkeeper was holding her, anxious and at a loss.
Qinglong hurried forward and pressed a few acupoints on the old woman's body.
After a while, the old woman woke up slowly.
"Mother! Mother! You woke up, mother!"
The old woman raised her hand and touched his face, "Chen'er."
"Mom, how do you feel? I'll take you to see a doctor!"
Xiao Yunze winked at Qinglong, who nodded and stepped forward to take the old woman's pulse.
Qinglong frowned, "Boss, your mother's pulse is very weak. It seems that she has some long-term illness that cannot be cured?"
Hearing this, Zhao Jiachen sighed, helped his mother up, and helped her sit down on the chair.
"Mom, please sit still and don't move. Wait for me for a while." Seeing that his mother didn't show any other abnormalities, Zhao Jiachen gave her a few instructions and led Xiao Yunze and the other two to the store outside.
As soon as he got outside, Zhao Jiachen couldn't wait to ask Qinglong, "Can you cure this disease?"
Qinglong shook his head, "Those who practice martial arts can only feel the pulse, but they don't know medical skills."
The light in Zhao Jiachen's eyes went out in an instant, "I misunderstood. I thought you..."
"Alas." Zhao Jiachen sighed deeply. "To be honest, my mother has had this illness for many years. She always has pain in her body, and the pain gets worse when the weather changes."
"It rained heavily last night, and my body still hurts today. I guess I fell down while walking unsteadily."
Xiao Yunze spoke up at this time, "But it's a disease that even doctors can't cure?"
Zhao Jiachen felt heartbroken when he talked about this. "My family is not short of money, but we have consulted countless doctors, but no one can cure it. They all said it is a stubborn disease and we need to take it step by step."
"My mother drank tons of medicine for years, but her health didn't improve at all."
"I, I really..." Zhao Jiachen choked up as he spoke.
Xiao Yunze pondered for a moment and said, "I know a miracle doctor, but she's not here. Why don't you tell me all your mother's symptoms and I'll help you diagnose and see if it can be cured."
"Are you serious?" Zhao Jiachen's face flushed with excitement. "Since he's a miracle doctor, I'll close my shop and bring my mother to seek medical treatment from him!"
Xiao Yunze raised his hand, "No need. Your mother's current condition, I'm afraid she can't withstand the fatigue of traveling. If it can be cured, I will send someone to send you the prescription."
Zhao Jiachen also thought of his mother's current physical condition. He had no choice but to write down his mother's symptoms one by one on a piece of paper and hand it to Qinglong.
Zhao Jiachen suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, "May I ask your name?"
"Just remember, if your mother's illness can be cured, someone will come to you within ten days."
After saying that, Xiao Yunze left money on the table for the jade bracelet and gold hairpin, and before leaving, he added, "Your jewelry is very beautiful."
"Benefactor! Benefactor! How can I accept the money if you take it away? I'll give you the jewelry!" Zhao Jiachen chased out with the money, but the two men were nowhere to be seen.
After leaving the store, the atmosphere between the master and servant remained rather depressed.
Qinglong glanced at his master secretly several times, but did not dare to say anything.
He could vaguely sense why his master wanted to rescue the mother and son today.
That was when he was very young, and he had just started working for his master.
On a stormy night, the young master knelt outside the emperor's bedroom, crying and begging the emperor to send a doctor to treat his mother.
But his forehead was bleeding, and the solemn door in front of him had never been opened.
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In the evening, Song Tingwan was counting the accounts.
Recently, she donated a large amount of supplies to many schools in poor mountainous areas. Several truck drivers made many trips back and forth, but their food, accommodation and fuel expenses have not yet been reimbursed.
She wanted to take advantage of the free time today to settle the bills and get all the reimbursements paid.
"Miss Song."
Song Tingwan looked up when he heard the voice and said, "It's a little late tonight."
Xiao Yunze coughed lightly, "Miss Song, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, have you had dinner?"
Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow. "Is it Mid-Autumn Festival over there today? It's earlier than ours."
Xiao Yunze was confused. "What do you mean? Today is not Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Wait a minute, let me check the calendar. I can't remember clearly. It seems like it hasn't arrived yet?" Song Tingwan opened his mobile phone and started checking the calendar.
"Oh, it's the day after tomorrow. Mid-Autumn Festival here is the day after tomorrow, a little later than yours."
"I see." Xiao Yunze didn't quite understand why it wasn't Mid-Autumn Festival today for Miss Song, but he still hid the gift he was about to take out back into his sleeve.
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
The sudden blessing made Xiao Yunze's earlobes slightly warm.
Looking at Song Tingwan's bright smile, Xiao Yunze also smiled, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Miss Song."
"Oh, by the way, you came too late today. It's almost ten o'clock now. I was hungry tonight, so I ate first." Song Tingwan was a little worried that he hadn't eaten dinner. "Have you had dinner? If not, I'll order takeout for you. There are still many shops open right now."
Xiao Yunze chuckled and shook his head, "Don't bother Miss Song, I'm not hungry. I just have something I want Miss Song to help me with."
"Oh? What is that?" Song Tingwan was a little surprised.
Why does it sound so much like what she said when she took the antique to Li Jinxiang?
Xiao Yunze pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from his sleeve, unfolded it, and handed it to Song Tingwan. "This is the illness of an old woman. I wonder if Miss Song can treat it?"
"Let me take a look first." Song Tingwan took the paper, glanced at it for a few seconds, pursed her lips and said, "Can you translate it for me? I don't understand."
translate?
Xiao Yunze figured out what Miss Song meant and couldn't help laughing. He had actually forgotten that Miss Song couldn't understand Daqing's language.
Xiao Yunze translated the text above word for word.
After listening, Song Tingwan thought for a while and said, "This should be rheumatoid arthritis."
Xiao Yunze suddenly realized, "This is a disease I've never heard of. No wonder no one can cure it."
"Not really. This disease has been around for a long time. Maybe you call it by a different name."
Xiao Yunze nodded to show that he understood, "If that's the case, can you cure it, young lady?"
Song Tingwan was a little worried. "This disease is difficult to cure. You can only slowly recuperate. Don't eat what you shouldn't eat. Exercise more often and soak your feet in hot water to promote blood circulation."
"I'll prescribe some internal medicine and give her two boxes of plasters to try. They'll help relieve the pain."
Song Tingwan repeatedly reminded him, "This disease mainly depends on nursing. You must take good care of your body as I say."
Xiao Yunze nodded seriously, "I'll take note of this. Thank you, Miss Song."
Before leaving, Xiao Yunze looked at Song Tingwan, his eyes moving slightly.
I was a little hesitant. Should I give the hairpin and the jade bracelet to you today or in two days?
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