Qin Boyan's lips twitched, but he didn't utter a single word for a long time.
Seeing this, Song Lan couldn't help but say, "If I remember correctly, I told you yesterday that your older brother would be fine, and you trusted me completely at the time!"
"...I now believe in my sister-in-law too."
A hint of hesitation flashed in Qin Boyan's eyes before he gave his response.
Song Lan's eyes were calm. She stared at the other person for a moment and said, "I will reiterate today that I will do everything I can to help your older brother recover his health."
As soon as the words left her lips, Song Lan sat down by the hospital bed. She naturally took Qin Yanzheng's pulse, without any intention of sending Qin Boyan away. She calmly and naturally assessed Qin Yanzheng's current physical condition in front of Qin Boyan through pulse diagnosis.
The large ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Qin Boyan seemed unfazed by Song Lan's abrupt behavior, showing no sign of anything unusual.
Indeed, the changes in Song Lan so far have been quite significant.
Putting aside everything else, just looking at her personality and behavior, Qin Boyan had personally witnessed and heard her attitude towards the Song family members outside the Song family's courtyard that day.
Therefore, the fact that Song Lan is taking Qin Yanzheng's pulse at this moment shows that Song Lan understands traditional Chinese medicine, which is quite normal for Qin Boyan.
Besides, Song Lan had said this morning that she had learned a lot from her grandfather.
During the time of his grandfather's life, many people in the steel factory knew how good his traditional Chinese medicine skills were.
Among them were Qin Boyan's parents.
In their daily lives, they would chat at home and inevitably talk about the big and small things happening to the people around them. Coincidentally, one day they heard that Song Lan's adoptive father, Song Weiqiang, wanted to sever ties with his father, who was a skilled doctor. The couple chatted for a few minutes, and Qin Boyan, who happened to be at home, overheard them.
However, although Qin Boyan was not shocked by Song Lan's actions, he was somewhat surprised. After Song Lan finished taking Qin Yanzheng's pulse, he couldn't help but say, "Sister-in-law, you actually know how to take a pulse."
Is that strange?
Withdrawing her hand, Song Lan had a better understanding of Qin Yanzheng's condition—it was indeed as the hospital had concluded, that there was blood stasis in the sensitive areas of his brain. Even if she could treat it with her gentle internal energy combined with acupuncture, it would take at least half a year for Qin Yanzheng to wake up and, even without the sequelae of blindness.
After all, the human brain is not an ordinary part of the body, and no matter what kind of illness is being treated, there is no room for carelessness.
“My grandfather was very famous for his traditional Chinese medicine skills. As his granddaughter, I was influenced by him and learned some basics, such as identifying medicinal herbs, taking pulses, and acupuncture. This is perfectly normal.”
With a smile playing on her lips, Song Lan stood up and began to examine Qin Yanzheng's injured leg.
"Sister-in-law, I didn't mean anything by it."
Qin Boyan explained.
He was just a little surprised.
"I know."
Song Lan replied.
"Sister-in-law..."
Qin Boyan pursed his lips and called out to Song Lan.
"Um?"
After examining Qin Yanzheng's injured leg, Song Lan turned her gaze to Qin Boyan: "Speak your mind."
"Can you treat my brother? Can you wake him up so he won't have any lasting effects and can walk normally?" As soon as he asked the question, Qin Boyan suddenly realized he was being foolish.
Even if Grandfather Song was a skilled doctor, and even if my sister-in-law had studied medicine with him, traditional Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine, which can use instruments to determine the cause of disease. It requires accumulation and continuous experience in practice in order to gradually acquire good medical skills.
In other words, traditional Chinese medicine practitioners can only reach a certain level of skill through extensive practical experience over a long period of time.
But his sister-in-law was only two or three years older than him. Even if she had studied traditional Chinese medicine with Grandpa Song, how much could she have learned?
"Shh!"
Song Lan put her index finger to her lips and then whispered, "It's a secret for now." She preferred to let the results speak for themselves. Once she cured Qin Yanzheng, Qin Boyan would get the answer he wanted without her having to say anything more.
On the hospital bed, Qin Yanzheng suddenly regained consciousness, but his repeated attempts to wake up were all in vain.
Hearing his brother's voice beside him, he wanted to open his eyes and ask if his family was alright, but he was powerless to do so, which made Qin Yanzheng feel extremely frustrated.
"Does your sister-in-law not want others to know that you can cure my brother?"
Qin Boyan asked.
"I'm just a nurse right now."
Hearing Song Lan say this, Qin Boyan looked puzzled: "..."
"Without a medical license, one cannot treat patients."
In this era, there are regulations governing the practice of medicine, unlike in her previous world where anyone with medical skills could treat patients.
"I see."
Qin Boyan suddenly realized—his sister-in-law wanted to treat his older brother privately!
Qin Yanzheng listened to the conversation around him, and heard his second brother calling her "sister-in-law" repeatedly. To be honest, he didn't feel much emotional turmoil.
Because he was too busy with work, he had no plans to get married early, and had never even thought about marriage.
As a result, after he accidentally saved someone's life, the other person's parents came to his home and demanded that he take responsibility, otherwise he would be ignoring a human life.
Not wanting things to escalate, he ultimately had no choice but to agree to marry her.
But even now, if you ask him what his other half looks like, Qin Yanzheng has no recollection whatsoever.
"Comrade Song, Xiao Wu has been discharged from the hospital. Let's go. The hospital will arrange a car to take Comrade Qin Yanzheng home."
The ward door was pushed open, and Guan Dongping walked in, followed by the attending physician, nurses, and caregiver Wu Dong.
"Thanks!"
Song Lan thanked them, and then, together with Qin Boyan and the nurses and caregiver Wu Dong, they lifted Qin Yanzheng onto the mobile bed. After checking the things to take home and finding that nothing had been left behind, she stepped out of the ward.
Qin Yanzheng was quite bewildered as he was lifted into the ambulance!
Given his current physical condition, is it certain that he can go home?
He was conscious, but unable to open his eyes and wake up, and unable to take care of himself... Thinking of himself lying in bed unable to move and unable to take care of himself, Qin Yanzheng felt a mix of emotions and embarrassment.
The thought that the wife he married was a complete stranger to him, and that he might have to passively accept her close care, which meant he would have no privacy in front of her, was a particularly unpleasant feeling!
Unfortunately, no matter what Qin Yanzheng was thinking, he still returned to the steel factory villa area and went back to his own home.
The clock hand points to 11 a.m.
After returning from the hospital, Song Lan, with the help of Qin Boyan and the caregiver Wu Dong, settled Qin Yanzheng in his room and arranged a room for Wu Dong. She went downstairs to prepare lunch in the kitchen, but unexpectedly, Qin Xiaowu came running in from outside the living room door with his short legs, calling out "Sister-in-law" repeatedly.
"Walk properly."
Seeing the little guy say something, Song Lan asked, "What's wrong?"
“A very handsome uncle is looking for my sister-in-law, but he’s not as good-looking as my older brother.”
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