On the first day of military training, Hua Xiaolou fainted and her condition was very bad. She looked like she was about to die, which frightened the instructors, who prepared to send her to the infirmary for emergency treatment.
Then... Ye Qingqing made her move.
She took a curved silver needle from her hair bun, sterilized it with a lighter, and inserted it into an acupoint on Hua Xiaolou's body.
A miracle occurred.
Hua Xiaolou immediately felt refreshed and as if nothing had happened. The instructors and other students admired Ye Qingqing immensely.
Since then, Hua Xiaolou would feel dizzy every day, and Ye Qingqing would get an acupuncture needle. This became their daily routine, and the instructors and classmates got used to it.
Hua Xiaolou explained that he had a congenital heart disease, which was not too serious, but he could not overwork himself. Ye Qingqing explained that she came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and had been exposed to acupuncture since childhood.
The students were all surprised to learn that Ye Qingqing, with her fair skin and beautiful appearance, was actually a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and a very skilled one at that. They were envious, but even more impressed.
Ye Qingqing helped Hua Xiaolou to the shade of a tree and, as usual, used silver needles to prick his chest. The acupoint she pricked was one of the most important acupoints, and most traditional Chinese medicine doctors would not dare to prick this important acupoint, as it could be fatal if done carelessly.
But Ye Qingqing was fearless and bold. When she first saw Hua Xiaolou's symptoms, they were very similar to a medical case recorded in the medical classic. That patient was also a congenital heart disease patient who would faint easily. The Xu family ancestors used acupuncture to alleviate the patient's heart disease, but could not completely cure it.
With the advancement of modern medicine, Ye Qingqing believed that a combination of acupuncture and surgery could cure Hua Xiaolou's heart ailment.
After a few minutes, Hua Xiaolou's pale face gradually regained color, and he seemed much better. Ye Qingqing removed the silver needles and took his pulse.
Hua Xiaolou's wrists were very slender, long, and fair. If you only looked at her hands, you would never think that her owner was a man; you would think she was a girl.
Ye Qingqing's decision was purely spur-of-the-moment; she wanted to know the extent of Hua Xiaolou's heart ailment. After placing the silver needles, she reached out to grab Hua Xiaolou's wrist, but—
Just as Ye Qingqing's hand was about to touch Hua Xiaolou's wrist, Hua Xiaolou's eyes turned slightly cold, and she subconsciously withdrew her hand. Ye Qingqing missed her target and looked somewhat surprised.
Hua Xiaolou's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said shyly, "I...I'm not used to being touched by people..."
Ye Qingqing didn't take it to heart. She thought it was normal for Hua Xiaolou to be shy and hesitant when talking to people and afraid of physical contact. She also blamed Hua Xiaolou for not saying so beforehand.
"May I take your pulse?"
"Thanks……"
Hua Xiaolou had no choice but to agree, extending her slender hand. Ye Qingqing placed her hand on it, closed her eyes to listen, and missed the fleeting coldness in Hua Xiaolou's eyes.
Ye Qingqing frowned. Hua Xiaolou's pulse was weak and intermittent. Hua Xiaolou's health was too poor. Judging from his pulse, he looked like a dying man. It seemed that Hua Xiaolou's heart disease was very serious.
"Am I about to die?" Hua Xiaolou's bitter voice rang in my ears.
Ye Qingqing opened her eyes and saw the self-mockery and sorrow on Hua Xiaolou's face. She felt bad for him and comforted him, "Of course you won't die. Modern medicine is advanced and your illness can be cured."
Hua Xiaolou shook her head with a bitter smile, "I know a heart transplant can cure it, but I can't afford the expensive medical fees, and I won't live to see that day."
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