Chapter 71 His self-control is pretty good.
Qu He was momentarily speechless when asked this question by Grandma Yan.
She was a little embarrassed; how should she answer that question?
Qu He subconsciously turned her head to look at Zhuang Bieyan, only to find that his usually calm and composed earlobes were tinged with a faint blush.
His thin lips were taut, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Qu He panicked even more. She turned her head back and forth, her gaze shifting between Zhuang Bieyan and Grandma Yan several times.
After a long silence, Zhuang Bieyan finally spoke: "We..."
He glanced at Qu He before speaking, then changed his mind, "I've been quite busy with work since we got married, so..."
He tried to explain it with a respectable reason.
But before she could finish speaking, Grandma Yan interrupted her with a smile.
The old man slowly took out his reading glasses from the drawer and put them on, his gaze kind yet all-knowing. "So that means, not even once so far?"
Zhuang Bieyan's jawline tightened slightly as he nodded.
Grandma Yan's gaze swept between the two of them. Looking at the two who were trying to appear calm, she smiled and said with a hint of teasing, "Young man, you have quite a bit of self-control."
After saying that, she looked away and gestured for Qu He to use her other hand.
The pulse diagnosis was quick this time; Grandma Yan withdrew her hand after only a short while, her brows furrowing slightly.
Qu He's heart skipped a beat.
The doctor frowned?
Could she have some serious illness?
Grandma Yan noticed her nervousness, smiled gently, and gestured for her to relax: "Don't be afraid, child, it's nothing serious."
She adjusted her glasses. "You have a weak spleen and stomach, and your digestive function is a bit weak. Do you often experience bloating and have a poor appetite?"
Qu He's eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded subconsciously: "Yes! That's right, I often feel bloated in my stomach, and I feel full after eating just a little bit."
"Your periods aren't regular either, are they? They're often late, and when they do come, you have a lot of abdominal pain, right?" Grandma Yan continued to ask.
Qu He was even more surprised. How could she tell that by touch?
She nodded quickly: "Yes! It often delays by one to two weeks, and when the pain starts..."
She frowned as she recalled that feeling.
Before your period, do you sometimes experience soreness and weakness in your lower back and thighs?
"Yes, yes, that's it!"
Qu He almost worshipped it; is traditional Chinese medicine really that amazing?
Grandma Yan nodded knowingly and explained, "You have a congenital deficiency of kidney qi, coupled with improper postnatal care, which has led to cold uterus and qi deficiency, and poor blood circulation, which is why you have these symptoms."
She glanced at Zhuang Bieyan beside her, then asked, "Young lady, did you have irregular lifestyle habits a few years ago? Did you often stay up late, eat irregularly, and eat a lot of cold food?"
Qu He bit her lip and softly hummed in agreement.
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Bieyan frowned and pursed his lips even tighter.
In those years, she indeed didn't take good care of herself.
He turned his head slightly to look at Qu He, who seemed a little embarrassed because he had been told the truth.
I remember the two times she had her period before, she was in so much pain that her face turned pale, but she still talked about it so lightly and comforted me by saying that she had just eaten something cold.
But she didn't mention a word about the illness that had been developing for several years.
Those years... he dared not think about them too deeply.
My chest felt blocked, I couldn't catch my breath, it was suffocating, and even breathing felt rough.
Zhuang Bieyan closed his eyes, a dark cloud settling over them, a mixture of regret, heartache, and indescribable bitterness.
Grandma Yan took out a prescription and a pen and comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, it's not too late to change now. The key is to regulate your body. The most important thing is to get rid of those bad habits, eat regularly, relax and be cheerful, and your blood and qi will naturally flow smoothly."
"Yes, I've got it," Qu He replied obediently.
"It's not a big problem. I'll prescribe a medicine for you. Go back and take it regularly for a while to warm up your spleen and stomach and replenish your qi and blood. These symptoms will naturally be relieved."
As Grandma Yan spoke, she began writing down the prescription, the pen tip making a soft scratching sound.
"Hmm... Hmm? Wait a minute!"
Qu He realized what was happening and looked up immediately, only to see that Grandma Yan had already written down most of the prescription.
A prescription?!
Taking medicine?!
Taking Chinese medicine?!?
She agreed to come for a consultation, but she didn't agree to drink Chinese medicine!
These are two different things! This is a different price!
She turned to look at Zhuang Bieyan, urgently tugging at his trouser leg, her eyes frantically urging: Refuse! Say no! We made a promise!
But Zhuang Bieyan not only ignored her distress signal, he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his leg. The force wasn't strong, but it prevented her from breaking free.
As he listened to Grandma Yan describe her ailments, and recalled her painful periods, only one thought crossed his mind: he had to get her treatment.
He held her hand tightly, looked at Grandma Yan, and asked earnestly, "Grandma, besides taking medicine, what else should we pay attention to?"
Grandma Yan kept writing, never looking up as she gave her instructions: "Avoid spicy, cold, and raw foods. Don't stay in air-conditioned rooms all the time, especially your abdomen and feet. Go out for walks more often, exercise like running, to improve blood circulation. Soak your feet in hot water before bed..."
Zhuang Bieyan listened intently, silently memorizing every word.
He listened intently, while Qu He, standing next to him, looked utterly dejected.
I was silently groaning inside. In the sweltering summer heat, they wouldn't let me drink milk tea, wouldn't let me use the air conditioning, and even wanted me to drink traditional Chinese medicine.
What kind of inhuman torture is this?!
Seeing Zhuang Bieyan's determined attitude, she knew that she probably couldn't escape, but she still wanted to make one last struggle.
Taking advantage of the moment when Grandma Yan got up to get another prescription, she leaned close to Zhuang Bieyan's ear and whispered, "It's okay, Zhuang Bieyan! I really can't! I can't take any Chinese medicine!"
Zhuang Bieyan turned his head to look at her, his gaze firm and unmoved.
Qu He was at her wit's end. She hugged his arm and shook it again, her voice tinged with a hint of coquetry: "I really hate bitter things. I used to take Western painkillers for my period cramps. They worked fast and weren't bitter. Could you talk to Grandma and ask us to switch to some Western medicine? Please..."
She blinked, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to agree.
Zhuang Bieyan's heart stirred slightly as he listened to her soft, coquettish voice, but...
"Good medicine tastes bitter, so listen to me."
Okay! Okay! Is this what men are like?
He just tricked her with his good looks, and now he's using a gentle trick to force her to take medicine!
In 38-degree weather, how could he say such cold and heartless words!
Qu He instantly lost her temper, flung his hand away, angrily pulled out a chair, deliberately sat a little further away from him, crossed her arms, and turned the back of her head towards him, looking like she wanted to stay away.
Grandma Yan handed the two prescriptions she had written to Zhuang Bieyan and carefully explained the method of decocting the medicine and the precautions for taking it.
Finally, Grandma Yan looked at Qu He and added, "Given Xiao He's current physical condition, with cold uterus and blood deficiency, it's not suitable for her to consider having children yet, and it won't be easy for her to conceive. Otherwise, she will suffer a lot. You should also pay more attention to this."
Upon hearing this, Qu He unconsciously tensed her back, and secretly glanced at Zhuang Bieyan out of the corner of her eye.
He took the prescription with both hands, clutching it tightly. "We understand, thank you, Grandma. We'll be careful."
"Okay, go ahead. Jia Yu is already at the pharmacy in the back. Give her the prescription, she'll prepare the medicine and decoct it for you, then she'll deliver it directly to you."
Grandma Yan smiled kindly and waved to them.
The two thanked her again and left the consultation room one after the other.
Zhuang Bieyan carefully put away the prescription and tried to take Qu He's hand, but she angrily dodged away.
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