Early this morning, Gao Xiang took Qingshan to his home to treat his elderly mother, and Zhan Feng also came.
In fact, Mrs. Gao is not old. She got married early and is not yet 50. Because she worked hard from dawn to dusk in her early years, exposed to the wind and sun and did not know how to take care of herself, she looks much older than her peers.
When Old Mrs. Gao saw her son bringing a fair-skinned little girl into the house, she knew that this was the miracle doctor her son often mentioned to her. She quickly stood up, put her hands behind her back, and smiled shyly and awkwardly at Qingshan.
Looking at Old Lady Gao before him, Qingshan sighed: In her previous life, this simple old woman, though already terminally ill, had never troubled the medical staff. Her blood vessels were fragile, and the IV drips often failed to fit. Far from getting angry, she comforted the apologetic nurses, encouraging them to proceed with the procedure without fear. She was a truly kindhearted old woman.
"Aunt Gao, don't worry, I will definitely cure your illness!"
Qingshan comforted the old woman, took out nine needles, and began to give acupuncture to Mrs. Gao.
Gao's condition was called a "stone carbuncle" in Traditional Chinese Medicine, caused by stagnation of the liver meridian and blood stasis. So Qingshan selected acupuncture points known for relieving liver stagnation and depression, including Qimen, Taichong, Yanglingquan, Qiuxu, and Ganshu, and used his spiritual energy to gently dissipate the lump in her neck.
After the acupuncture, the swollen lymph node on Mrs. Gao's neck did not feel as hard as before, but soft instead, as if it was filled with pus.
Qingshan pulled out the beryllium needle and pricked the lymph node. A stream of yellow pus flowed out from the broken skin.
Gao Xiang watched from the side and couldn't help but gasp: My lymph nodes were originally as hard as rubber, but after Chen Qingshan gave them a few injections, they became soft and pus-filled. Isn't this detoxification?
Qingshan gently squeezed the lymph node with his hands. After the pus inside was drained, the lymph node, which was originally the size of a soybean, became several sizes smaller.
Qingshan reached into her backpack and pulled out the medicine she had prepared. She prescribed both topical and internal medicine for Old Lady Gao. She applied the sticky black ointment to the lymph nodes that had just been squeezed of pus and applied the plaster. Old Lady Gao felt a cool sensation on her neck, and she hummed in comfort.
Then Qingshan asked Gao Xiang to bring a large bowl, pour out the decocted Chinese medicine from the gourd, and let Old Mrs. Gao drink it.
The gourds were planted in Qingshan's space. Over the years, they have accumulated more and more after several harvests. Qingshan hollowed out the gourds and used them to store Chinese medicine. This not only preserves the medicinal properties well, but also shows her characteristics as a Chinese medicine practitioner, Chen Da.
Gao Xiang looked at the steaming medicine soup and felt touched: the medicine is still hot, it seems that Master Chen got up early in the morning to make medicine for my mother. How can I repay this kindness!
Qingshan: Big brother, you think too much. The space can keep the food warm and fresh. It will still be steaming hot after a year.
Qingshan told Gao to rest well and that he would continue acupuncture treatment tomorrow. He estimated that after three acupuncture treatments, the abnormally swollen lymph nodes would be completely drained of pus, and that seven more doses of herbal decoctions would be enough to cure her.
Gao Xiang thanked him profusely and sent Qingshan out like a land goddess. After watching Zhan Feng drive away with Qingshan, he went back to take care of his mother.
Zhan Feng agreed to take Qing Shan to the Garden Villa to look at the property, so they came today. The sales office manager knew Zhan Feng and greeted him with a big smile:
"Mr. Zhan, you're here!"
Zhan Feng only reveals his straightforward nature in front of people close to him. In front of outsiders, he is definitely a cold-faced cool guy, very intimidating.
"Well, Manager Wang, give me the keys to Villas 7 and 8."
Villas 7 and 8 are the two with the best location and the most square layout in the entire building complex. Zhan Feng specifically instructed Manager Wang not to sell them, intending to use them to bribe the city leaders.
However, plans can't keep up with changes. Before I even met the boss, I already found a master. The master is much more important than the boss, so I decided to give the house to the master.
Zhan Feng took the key, refused Manager Wang's offer to accompany him, and led Qingshan to Villas 7 and 8 with ease.
Qingshan was immediately drawn to the villa's Chinese-style exterior. The two-story, 300-square-meter villa has six bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, all meticulously decorated in Chinese style. There's also a 60-square-meter yard outside.
Qingshan walked around the house and was very pleased with it.
"Zhan Feng, how much is this villa? Tell me the truth!"
Zhan Feng was about to lie, but after hearing what Qingshan said, he didn't dare to disobey his master:
"Uh—5 million per set for takeout, but if you like it, Master, I won't charge you!"
Qingshan's eyes were dim. Including Gao Xiang's medical fees, her net worth had exceeded one million. She thought she was a rich person, but she didn't expect that it was still not enough to buy a house.
"Master, you can't ask for it for free. How about this? I'll give you 1 million first, and I'll pay you the remaining 4 million within two years!"
Zhan Feng was anxious: "Master, what are you doing? It's only natural for a disciple to respect his master. How can I take your money?"
Qingshan raised his hand and patted his shoulder:
"Just do as I say. No one's money comes from the wind. If you can let me pay in installments, it will be a great help to the master. If you give it to me as a gift, I will always feel that the house is not my own, and I will feel uneasy living there. I appreciate your kindness!"
Zhan Feng sighed. Coming from a family steeped in tradition, he'd been educated and nurtured from a young age. He believed that a master was equal to his parents, and that it was natural for a disciple to honor his master. He'd also seen many masters in Hong Kong using their apprentices as cash cows, and they saw nothing wrong with that. So even if Chen Qingshan asked him to support him, he wouldn't have thought it was wrong. But Chen Qingshan was a man of such righteous values that he wouldn't even accept a free house, fearing he'd lose out. He'd been searching for a master with great difficulty, and his decision to become his disciple was a complete success!
Qingshan chose Villa No. 8, and Zhan Feng personally accompanied him to pay the deposit and get the villa key.
Qingshan looked at the door key with a small Chinese knot hanging on it in her hand, feeling very happy. She wondered how her parents would react when she returned home and told them the news.
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