Today, Su Xingran is going to town with her master to give Deng Jianjun acupuncture. He is also a veteran, and like Duan Yuming, he was discharged due to injury.
Deng Jianjun was on a mission when he was shot in the leg by the enemy. The bullet passed through and got stuck in the joint bone, damaging the nerve in his leg.
At that time, Dr. Huang was still a military doctor in the army. The place where Deng Jianjun was carrying out his mission was not far from the unit where Dr. Huang was stationed.
After Deng Jianjun was wounded, he was sent to the military hospital. Coincidentally, Dr. Huang was there treating a leader that day. The doctors at the hospital were not confident in performing the bullet removal surgery on Deng Jianjun.
The bullet is lodged in the joint bone. If there's even the slightest mistake during surgery, the leg could be ruined. But even with the bullet lodged, surgery needs to be performed as soon as possible, otherwise the leg will still be permanently damaged.
The hospital director approached Dr. Huang and requested that he perform surgery on Deng Jianjun. Dr. Huang agreed to the surgery, which was successful, but Deng Jianjun's leg nerves were damaged, making him unsuitable to remain in the military.
After recovering from his illness, Deng Jianjun was discharged from the army and returned to his hometown, where he became the township head and later the commune secretary. Although walking was no longer a problem, he occasionally experienced leg pain.
The master and apprentice arrived at Deng Jianjun's house, where Deng Jianjun opened the door. "Uncle Huang, Xingran, you're here! Please come in and have a seat!"
When Su Xingran saw Deng Jianjun, she greeted him, "Uncle Deng, hello. I apologize for disturbing you."
You're too kind, girl. Wenwen always thinks about you, and today her wish has finally come true.
"Uncle Huang, please sit down first. Let me pour you some water," Deng Jianjun said, dragging his leg, which was so painful he could barely stand, to pour water for Su Xingran and her apprentice.
"Please sit down. Look at you, still thinking about getting water. Xingran and I aren't thirsty; if we were, we'd get it ourselves," Dr. Huang said, unable to bear the sight any longer.
Jianjun is lying on the sofa. We're going to give you acupuncture. Xingran, take out the silver needles and sterilize them. You can give him the acupuncture in a bit.
Huh? Master, you want me to perform acupuncture? This, this isn't appropriate! Su Xingran felt a little embarrassed. Her master wanted her to perform acupuncture; Uncle Deng would probably think it was unreliable!
There's nothing wrong with it. You've already given me the injections so many times. I trust your skills, and your Uncle Deng has no objections either.
Yes, Xingran, it's alright. Just go ahead and do the acupuncture. Uncle Huang told me that with him around, there's nothing to worry about. Besides, if Uncle Huang dares to let you do the acupuncture, why shouldn't I?
Speaking of this, Deng Jianjun also felt that Uncle Huang was amazing, actually letting Xingran practice on him. Being a master meant not only contributing his strength but also offering acupoints.
Since things had come to this point, Su Xingran stopped being coy. Since one of them trusted her and the other wasn't afraid of her, she had no choice but to obey.
Su Xingran was disinfecting the acupuncture needles when Deng Jianjun returned to his room and changed into a pair of loose-fitting, easily foldable trousers. Deng Jianjun then lay down on the sofa.
Su Xingran stood beside the sofa. "Master, I'm ready. We can begin."
I'll tell you the acupuncture points, and you should apply the needles according to my instructions. Remember, you need to be fast and the acupuncture points need to be precise.
"Zusanli," Doctor Huang said, and Su Xingran's silver needle was inserted into the acupoint. "Sanyinjiao," the silver needle was inserted into the acupoint again.
"Kunlun," the silver needles were precisely inserted; "Dubi," "Ashi point," "Zhong point," "Yanglingquan point"...
Su Xingran accurately inserted the silver needles into the acupuncture points that Dr. Huang had indicated. After the acupuncture was completed, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on Su Xingran's forehead.
Dr. Huang nodded. "Xingran, your acupuncture is quite good; you're making rapid progress. The acupoints are all in the right places, and your speed is fast enough."
Deng Jianjun hadn't expected Xingran to be so skilled at acupuncture; it felt no different from Uncle Huang's.
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