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The old man lying on the bed, barely breathing, was surnamed Shen. He was being called by several old friends who lived in the same thatched hut.
"Old Li, you all need to move aside quickly so that Lanlan can be seen by Old Shen."
That's Grandpa Xiao's voice.
"Alright, alright, we'll move aside right away!"
As Li Guoliang spoke, he pulled the two old men standing on his left and right sides back two steps so that Song Lan could take the pulse of their other old man.
"Does that child know medicine?"
One of the elderly men, who had been pulled back by Li Guoliang, saw Song Lan step forward to take the pulse of their weak old man and couldn't help but look at Li Guoliang and ask in a low voice.
"Old Xiao said that the young girl's medical skills are very impressive. You know that Xiao Chenchen was almost in trouble before, but the young girl took action and pulled Xiao Chenchen back from the brink of death."
Think about the recent health conditions of Lao Xiao's family. If I'm not mistaken, it's probably the young girl who's been helping them.”
At this point, Li Guoliang paused, glanced at his old comrade lying weakly on the bed, and continued:
"Old Shen's current situation is already like that. If the young lady can bring him back, it would naturally be a win-win situation..."
If Old Shen still passes away, it can only be said that he was unlucky and couldn't withstand the cruel tricks of fate.
In short, we did our best, and we have no regrets, neither for Lao Shen nor for ourselves.
After speaking, Li Guoliang sighed deeply, a hint of sadness appearing in his eyes.
Apart from Song Lan and the elderly man surnamed Shen who was being examined by her and was in a deep sleep, everyone else in the room was also in low spirits, with sadness in their eyes that was hard to hide.
"Lanlan, how is it?"
Seeing Song Lan withdraw her hand, Old Master Xiao hurriedly asked.
"I can save them."
Song Lan replied softly and took out a needle case from her military green canvas crossbody bag.
Xiao Yu walked over from the side, carrying a lit candle.
Song Lan unfolded the needle kit and sterilized the gold needles she would be using one by one.
Soon, she located the acupuncture points and began to administer acupuncture to the elderly man surnamed Shen.
Of course, at the moment of inserting the needles, she secretly circulated her internal energy and controlled it, so that the soft internal energy, like silk threads, passed through the golden needles and entered the meridians of the old man surnamed Shen, thus clearing the blockages.
As time passed, Song Lan withdrew her inner strength, her expression focused and solemn.
"Little girl, is this alright?"
Li Guoliang suddenly asked.
"Don't make a sound."
An old man gave Li Guoliang, his old friend, a disdainful look, wondering if he hadn't noticed how busy the young girl was.
After disinfecting the gold needles she had removed and putting them back in the needle case, Song Lan turned to look at the old man she had been talking to, Li Guoliang.
Just then, the old man surnamed Shen slowly opened his eyes. The next moment, he suddenly leaned over the bedside and coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with black blood.
"This grandfather caught a cold and developed a cough that lasted for about a month. Because he didn't take his medication in time, it led to..."
Song Lan softly explained the cause of the elderly man surnamed Shen's illness and his current physical condition. After listening, those present felt a bitter taste in their mouths.
Who doesn't want to get medical treatment when they're sick?
The problem is that they have to meet these conditions!
Besides, Old Shen is a doctor, and he even studied abroad. He had been coughing for a while, but he said he was fine... As old friends living in the same house, what could they say?
pneumonia!
A cold caused a sore throat and cough. I thought it was a minor illness and didn't take it seriously. Well, the reality is that if I wanted to take it seriously, it would be difficult.
So naturally, no medication was used.
A minor illness can develop into a major one, with a thick phlegm stuck in the throat.
If it weren't for the young girl's acupuncture, which prevented him from spitting out that thick phlegm, Old Shen would probably have lost his life today!
"Young lady, thank you... I, Old Shen, thank you!"
The elderly man surnamed Shen was named Shen Lanxuan. He studied Western medicine abroad in his early years and made significant achievements in the field after returning to China.
Her ancestors were traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, but Shen Lanxuan had no interest in traditional Chinese medicine and went abroad to study without her family's knowledge.
Unexpectedly, one day, he was saved by acupuncture, a traditional Chinese medicine technique.
"You're welcome, it was just a small favor." Song Lan shook her head slightly, then took out a small porcelain bottle from her canvas bag and said, "Take one pill from this bottle every morning and evening. It has anti-inflammatory and cough-relieving effects."
Also, I'll prepare some herbal medicine for you and send it over later. You'll be fully recovered in less than half a month!
After getting up, Song Lan gave a few more instructions and told Shen Lanxuan to rest well. Then she bid farewell to Li Guoliang and the other elderly people and left with Grandpa Xiao, Xiao's father, and Xiao Yu and his grandson.
"Child, Grandpa Xiao thanks you too!"
Back at the Xiao family home, Old Master Xiao sincerely thanked Song Lan. Upon hearing this, Song Lan smiled and said, "Grandpa Xiao, why are you being so polite with me? Even if you hadn't asked, if I had encountered this situation today, I would have helped without hesitation."
"Lanlan is kind by nature. However, you saved someone, so it's only right that you receive a thank you. And since your Grandpa Xiao asked you for help, it's also only right that he thankes you now."
Otherwise, wouldn't that be using other people's money to enhance one's own reputation?
As Mrs. Luo spoke with a smile, she didn't forget to glance at Mr. Xiao.
“That’s right, your Grandma Luo is right. I, this old man, can’t just rely on my old face to let you do the work and take the credit for myself.”
Grandpa Xiao's eyes were kind, and he smiled in agreement.
"Alright, then I'll accept Grandpa Xiao's thanks!"
Song Lan smiled and squatted down to hug the baby Chenchen, kissing his fair, slightly chubby face.
"Auntie is going home now. She'll come to see Chenchen another day."
"Chenchen is waiting for her aunt at home."
The little baby said earnestly, "Auntie, you can't forget!"
"No, Auntie will definitely remember!"
Song Lan guarantees this.
"Chenchen loves her auntie and thinks about her auntie every single day!"
Speaking in a childish voice, the little boy imitated how Song Lan had kissed him before, giving his beloved aunt a kiss.
"Auntie thinks about Chenchen every single day!"
Ruffled the little guy's hair, Song Lan looked at the little cutie again with loving eyes, and then turned her gaze to say goodbye to Grandpa Xiao and the others.
"Work is important, but your health is equally important. You should pay more attention to resting in your daily life."
After being escorted by Xiao Yu to a spot twenty or thirty meters away from the Xiao family's residence, Song Lan heard what he said and smiled, replying, "Don't worry, I won't overwork myself."
"That's good."
Xiao Yu nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Take care!
Song Lan didn't let Xiao Yu go any further. She waved her hand and said, "Go back!"
"good."
Xiao Yu responded.
Song Lan withdrew her gaze and walked away.
Xiao Yu stood there until her figure disappeared before turning and walking towards his own thatched hut.
"Second Sister!"
Song Jiaojiao wandered along the village road, wondering whether she should go to her adoptive parents' house. To be honest, she didn't want to, but in a letter from home, her biological parents demanded that she apologize to her adoptive parents.
Ideally, her adoptive parents, who were from humble backgrounds, would accept her back as their daughter, thus easing tensions between them and Song Lan.
But why should I?
She wished Song Lan were dead. They were her biological parents, so why didn't they care about their own daughter and instead act as her adopted daughter's lapdog?
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