"I wonder if Miss Jiang can treat women's illnesses? My period has been delayed for several days, and I'm a little worried..."
Jiang Huaixu's eyes lit up. "To be honest, Madam, I'm best at treating women's illnesses. How about I take your pulse?"
Mrs. Yang was stunned. She never thought that this was Jiang Huaixu's forte. Seeing that Jiang Huaixu was eager to try, she hurriedly pulled Jiang Huaixu to sit down and handed his hand to her to take his pulse.
"How come you're so good at women's illnesses?"
She could understand why Jiang Huaixu was good at the art of death. After all, so many villagers were bound to get injured while fleeing from famine, so it was not surprising that he had mastered the skill of sewing on flesh.
"Madam, you don't know this, but when I first met my master, my eldest sister-in-law had been married into our family for a year and still had no children. My master asked me about it, and I chose women's diseases," Jiang Huaixu said, picking and choosing. "If you're sick, you have to see a doctor, but women are always afraid to see a doctor because of the world's perspective. I can treat them as a woman, which is much cheaper. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"
After saying this, she began to ask Mrs. Yang some private questions, and then looked at her complexion and tongue coating.
Mrs. Yang felt a little embarrassed when asked, but her expression became more gentle as she looked at Jiang Huaixu.
"Being seven days late for your period isn't a big deal. You're just suffering from anemia. You can just nourish your blood and Qi, but..."
Jiang Huaixu was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should ask.
Madam Yang patted the back of Jiang Huaixu's hand and said, "Just ask."
"Has Madam ever had a miscarriage before?" Jiang Huaixu asked uncertainly.
Madam Yang was shocked. "How did you know?"
Then he thought, "Yes, you are a doctor. You are so young, it always seems unreal to me. I once conceived a child between Zheng'er and my two little daughters, but unfortunately I couldn't keep the baby. After that, I recuperated for many years before giving birth to these twins."
Jiang Huaixu suddenly realized that it was no wonder that there was such a big age difference between Yang Zheng and the twins.
"You still have blood stasis in your body, which is causing your irregular menstruation. Drink this medicine and see how it goes. If it doesn't work, I'll supplement it with acupuncture."
After saying this, the two of them walked towards the front yard.
When Jiang Huaixu walked into Yang Zheng's room, he saw Yang Zheng with his eyes open for the first time.
The room was as warm as spring. Yang Zheng sat on the edge of the bed in a single layer of clothing. He glanced at Jiang Huaixu and asked Madam Yang, "Mother, isn't the doctor coming?"
"This young lady is the doctor who saved you."
Yang Zheng's expression was dazed for a moment before gradually turning into shock. He pointed at Jiang Huaixu and was speechless for a moment, "She, she, she..."
Someone told him that the person who saved him was young, but he never expected that he was even younger than himself.
Thinking of his stomach being cut open by a little girl, his hands groping around in his internal organs and having stitches, Yang Zheng's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Huaixu.
Madam Yang and Jiang Huaixu had no time to care about what Yang Zheng was thinking. Jiang Huaixu was busy boiling and disinfecting his tools, and Madam Yang was busy directing the maids to do this and that.
Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Yang Zheng couldn't help feeling depressed. "No, why don't you explain it clearly? Mom, did you find a young lady to scare me? I've already been through the gates of hell and I know I'm wrong. Please be merciful and forgive me this time! Can't I just avoid Bai Erlang when I see him next time..."
Jiang Huaixu stepped forward and interrupted Yang Zheng, "Young Master Yang, don't judge a person by his appearance, don't underestimate him. I'm here to remove your stitches, you should just lie down."
"You..." Yang Zheng wanted to say something else, but was glared at by his mother behind Jiang Huaixu. He immediately lay down on the bed with a wry smile, "You tear it down, you tear it down..."
As he said this, he suddenly thought of something and raised one arm to look at Jiang Huaixu, "Take the thread out of the flesh?!"
"That's right." Jiang Huaixu answered calmly.
Yang Zheng pulled the quilt aside and said, "No, I won't take it off!"
"It doesn't hurt."
"You lied to me!"
Jiang Huaixu couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. It was better for the person to be unconscious. When he was awake, he was even more noisy and childish than his two sisters.
Madam Yang couldn't help but step forward and patted her eldest son through the quilt, frowning and disdainfully, "Miss Jiang is still here, aren't you ashamed?"
After much persuasion, I finally calmed the person down.
Yang Zheng covered his head with the quilt and felt a cold hand touching his stomach. Finally, he felt the pulling of his flesh. It didn't hurt too much, but the feeling of the thread pulling his flesh was really terrifying.
Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to shout, he heard a clear voice saying, "Okay."
"Is this all right?" asked Mrs. Yang.
Jiang Huaixu nodded, "Just be careful not to tear the wound."
"That's good, that's good." Madam Yang clasped her hands together and prayed something. Then she called Ping'er over and said, "Go and take out the one in my box..."
"Mrs. Yang, I don't want any consultation fee this time. Could you please have a moment to talk?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Yang immediately said, "Then let's go to the greenhouse next door to discuss it."
When he left Yang's house and returned to the tofu stall, Jiang Huaixu got busy again.
Just after noon, several swaggering figures appeared on Jianyang Street. They were dressed in the clothes of yamen runners and walked through the streets with arrogant looks on their faces. Finally, they stopped in front of Jiang Huaixu's tofu stall.
As soon as they arrived, the customers at the tofu stall immediately scattered, fearing that they would be provoked by this group of people.
"Are you selling sizzling tofu?"
Li Ergou saw that the situation was not good. Jiang Boliang and Qi Dafu were not there, and he was the only man in front of the stall. He immediately stood up, hunched over, and clasped his fists and said, "What do you want from us, sirs? We are all honest businessmen and have no grudges against anyone. Please be fair and considerate!"
Seeing Li Ergou's timid look, the leading yamen runner sneered, "Whether you're doing your duty or not, you know it in your hearts! The Li's Tofu Shop is suing you for paying others to smash up their shop. Do you admit it or not?!"
Second Mistress hurried forward and said, "Sir, how can you say we did this? Do you have any proof?"
The leader choked. It was because they had no evidence that they couldn't arrest the person directly, so they could only scare him.
"Smooth talk! You guys are just thieves! Brothers, arrest them!"
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