The sky breaks at dawn, and the clouds rise and fall.
The clinic's white walls were mottled, yellowed, and old, with only a light bulb with a lampshade hanging in the middle, and a faint smell of disinfectant wafting in the air.
After Wen Jiaojiao finished describing her symptoms while sitting on the stool, she rolled up her slender white wrist and placed it on the cracked, yellowed table, letting the woman opposite her take her pulse. She seemed a little curious about this technique and asked:
"What can the doctor get out?"
The woman was slightly plump. Considering that Wen Jiaojiao had mentioned earlier that she couldn't remember some of the people and things, she glanced at her and said solemnly and carefully:
"Tsk, your brain has some serious problems."
Wen Jiaojiao's face stiffened slightly. Suppressing her overwhelming urge to overturn the table, she gritted her teeth and said:
"Oh, what kind of problem?"
The doctor withdrew his hand, picked up a pen, and wrote down the medicinal herbs on the paper:
Selective amnesia.
Wen Jiaojiao's expression changed. She felt relieved that she no longer had to worry about being exposed, and she smiled obsequiously:
"Your medical skills are truly amazing; you even figured this out." This clinic is so unreliable! I absolutely must never come here again if I'm sick; they'll kill me.
The doctor didn't even look up, simply handing over a prescription and dismissing the patient.
"There's no good treatment for now. Try to go to familiar places and see if you can regain your memory. I'll also prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine for you to try."
Wen Jiaojiao took the order and handed it to the man sitting upright on the bench in the corner, his legs dangling.
"Brother, you heard everything, didn't you?"
"Alright, you can go out first. I have something to ask the doctor." Wen Zhaoye stood up and said to Wen Jiaojiao. Seeing her pout and walk out, he went to the doctor, pursed his lips, and asked with difficulty:
"I'd like to ask, when you took her pulse just now, were you able to tell whether she had given birth before?"
The doctor gave him a strange look:
"My skills aren't good enough to tell, but you can take it to the county hospital for an ultrasound."
"Thanks." Wen Zhaoye said thank you, then looked away and walked out: What excuse could he use to take her to see it?
Suddenly, a plump middle-aged woman at the door grabbed his muscular arm. As he frowned and impatiently shook her off, she said mysteriously:
"Young man, I know a place where the traditional Chinese medicine doctor is really amazing. He can not only help women who have given birth to several children, but he can also treat all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases."
Wen Zhaoye clearly didn't believe it, and a light sneer escaped his nose:
"If you're so capable, what are you doing at the clinic?"
The woman said, "That old man doesn't do midwifery. My daughter-in-law gave birth here and is staying here. The baby's gender is exactly the same as the one that old man gave birth to. He won't refuse to pay. It's not far from here, so it's okay to take a look."
Wen Zhaoye felt something was amiss and asked curiously:
"How could you be so kind?"
Auntie: "My two daughters-in-law gave birth to six girls in a row, but this time my eldest daughter-in-law finally gave birth to a boy."
Overjoyed, I went to consult a fortune teller, who said that doing one good deed a day would ensure my grandson's future wealth, and that's how I happened to run into you.
For many years, people from nearby villages with difficult or complicated illnesses would go to Xiaocai Village to find a shaman. Strangely, many people claimed that her shaman's words were effective and believed them without a doubt.
Wen Zhaoye had no more doubts; after all, she dared to say she wouldn't accept money if she didn't agree, so he could at least hear what she had heard first.
Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Okay, take us there to have a look."
Wen Jiaojiao, holding six packets of traditional Chinese medicine wrapped in yellow paper, stood at the door, watching the two people approaching side by side, and asked:
"Brother, who is she?"
Wen Zhaoye lowered his eyes, his thick, long eyelashes concealing the complex emotions surging within them, and came to her side, saying:
"Nobody's here, they're just taking you to get treatment."
Damn it, is this guy planning to get revenge by finding some shady doctor to give me a full-body acupuncture treatment?
Wen Jiaojiao pictured herself being stabbed like a hedgehog in her mind. Her expression turned serious as she reminded her:
"Let me make this clear first: no acupuncture and no random medications."
The aunt smiled and comforted her:
"Don't worry, girl, it's just a pulse check, nothing else."
Wen Jiaojiao followed her with some skepticism through the narrow alleyway to a small stall set up by the old man with the goatee in the market.
She paused, sensing something unreliable about this quack doctor, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Seriously? You actually believe that?"
Wen Zhaoye stopped her from turning away, and said in a calm tone:
"No, you can't refuse payment. Let him take your pulse and see if he's accurate."
Wen Jiaojiao sat in front of the stall with a frown. As the old man with the goatee stroked his beard and looked at her with an inscrutable expression, she stretched out her right hand and said lazily:
"Tell me first what illness I have."
The old man with the goatee took the pulse and calmly said in less than two seconds, "Selective amnesia."
Wen Jiaojiao realized it was another scam, so she nodded and smiled as she replied:
"Hehe~ You're really accurate."
Wen Zhaoye's long, delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart pounded loudly.
He swallowed nervously and asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time: "Has she ever had a child?"
Wen Jiaojiao's expression stiffened slightly as she stared incredulously at the stern-faced man and said:
"What kind of question is that?"
Before she could get Wen Zhaoye's answer, the old man with the goatee glanced at the aunt's nodding reaction and said without hesitation:
"Yes, I have been born."
Wen Jiaojiao's pupils widened in surprise. As Wen Zhaoye's face darkened and became extremely embarrassed, she turned her head, slammed her hand on the table, pointed at the old man, and suddenly raised her voice:
"Huh? What did you say? I suggest you rephrase your statement."
Her overly indignant voice attracted the attention of people in the market, and Wu Ying walked forward in surprise:
What kind of illness could scare her like this?
However, I never noticed this traditional Chinese medicine stall before.
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