Chapter 9
The Chinese medicine store was holding an event today, which was also for a live broadcast program on the Life Channel. The owner came with people from the TV station at 12:00 PM.
"It's worthy of being a long-established shop." Seeing the crowds of people inside, the reporter smiled and said to the owner, "It's always so lively. Thank you for your help, but we'd like to learn more about Chinese medicine."
"Of course I should." You Quan is the 20th generation heir of the You family. He currently manages most of the stores in North City and is very up-to-date. After learning that the Lifestyle Channel would be live-streaming on the video platform, he contacted the reporter and said, "Let me first show you the basic structure of our main store."
As he said that, he walked into the store with the camera, but gradually he found that something was not right.
In order not to delay the customers, the activities are usually held on the side with fewer people, but today there was a circle around the counter.
The reporter asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
The clerk next to him smiled and said, "The customers in line saw a cute little girl and were playing with her. The little girl said she could take people's pulses."
This explanation will not make the audience feel that there is no order in the store, but will instead make them feel that everyone is friendly and humane.
Youquan thought the same thing: "In that case, let's go join in the fun."
Seeing the camera coming, the people in the outer circle moved aside a little, revealing the little girl sitting in the middle.
The chair was adjusted very high, lying on the glass surface, with papers and pens of different colors and styles placed in front of her. It was obvious that the grandpa and grandma were writing for her for fun to make her happy, but the child wrote very seriously.
After finishing writing, he placed his little hand on the grandfather's other hand in front of him, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Grandpa, smile."
The old man smiled for a few seconds as she said.
Xiao Fusheng stared at it, lowered his head and wrote something on the paper, then said, "Grandpa, raise your hand, two."
Then he raised his hand and motioned for him to follow him.
【New here, if you don’t understand, just ask, what is this doing? 】
[Isn’t this a lifestyle channel? Did I come to the wrong baby show?]
[Has the outside world developed to the point where AI robots can provide medical treatment?]
【What robot? This is a real person.】
[What a cute child!!! Let me go, let me go. You're here to take my pulse, so give me acupuncture.]
Off-camera, Youquan saw this scene and became interested: "It looks quite similar."
Reporter: "How do you say that?"
"Many elderly people suffer from strokes, but it depends on the specific situation." You Quan took this opportunity to share some basic knowledge. "This child showed me a relatively simple method for diagnosing stroke, but anyone with a basic understanding of this would also be able to figure it out. This child is great, and I'm quite interested in what she wrote."
So everyone continued to watch.
After Xiao Fusheng did a few tests on his grandfather, he wrote down the results on a piece of paper.
"Grandpa, let's go to the hospital and get checked." Xiao Fusheng spoke slowly, "Avoid missing the golden period for thrombolysis."
The old man didn't quite understand at all, but when he looked at the paper, he found it written very clearly. It included not only the pulse condition, but also the results of the tests he had just done, tongue diagnosis, etc., and even some symptoms that he had never mentioned at home.
The words used are also very rigorous, and it is only a preliminary judgment.
Below are suggested treatments and several medicines.
"Do I need to take medicine now?"
"This is to replenish qi, activate blood circulation, and treat rheumatism. Also, as Grandpa said, it can treat insomnia, nightmares, and bad moods."
After finishing a long string of words, Xiao Fusheng felt a little uncomfortable in her throat, and she let out a light breath.
At this time, a glass of water was handed to her. She looked over puzzledly and found that it was a strange uncle: "Little friend, uncle is the boss here. Can you show me the order you wrote?"
"Okay." Xiao Fusheng took the water: "Thank you, uncle."
Youquan took the paper the child had written on it, his hands trembling: "Did you write this?"
The camera was passed over at the right time, and for a moment the entire live broadcast room was full of question marks.
[I took one look at my dog-crawling handwriting and knelt down to the little kid.]
If I hadn't seen her write it myself, I would have thought it was a purchased copy of Chinese medicine calligraphy.
How old is this child? How can he write like this? Furthermore, the clinical manifestations and treatment plan above are very logical and well-organized.
[I quickly looked up these herbs, and they actually matched!]
[I know her! Xiao Fusheng! The kid who won first place in that street talent show on the children's channel. You can find her playing Flight of the Bumblebee online! She's so amazing.]
【Isn’t this really a scam? 】
Not to mention netizens, even Youquan suspected that he had invited an actor from somewhere, but he had forgotten it. He asked: "Little friend, where did you know all this?"
Xiao Fusheng, holding the water, blinked and said, "I learned it."
"What did you learn?"
"The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases, and the Acupuncture and Moxibustion Classic..."
They had said too much today. Xiao Fusheng covered his sore throat and took another sip of water. Chen Huan hurried forward and said, "I'm sorry, sir. Our child's throat has been uncomfortable recently and he can't say much."
No wonder he speaks so haltingly.
Realizing that he was being a bit presumptuous, You Quan quickly nodded: "Sorry, sorry, it's okay, don't talk about it for now."
That's enough.
It's incredible that such a young child has read so many books.
My mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch TV.
[He turned around and slapped my six-year-old son who was still crying for Ultraman.]
How can such a young child recognize so many characters and even understand those ancient books?
[It's just hype, and you still believe it? ]
[Just because she wrote that handwriting, I decided to believe it! ]
Seeing more and more people gathered around him, Chen Huan suddenly felt like he was back in the days when Kan Qi was still a well-known movie star. He was also surrounded by people, but now the goal has suddenly changed.
She held the child in her arms and said, "Let's go back first. Your father must be waiting anxiously."
When he heard the word "Dad", Xiao Fusheng nodded immediately: "Yeah!"
He also waved politely to everyone present, without any shyness or nervousness: "Goodbye, everyone."
Youquan was very interested in her: "What's your name?"
"Floating life."
"Mother, can you add my contact information?" You Quan asked, "I like Xiao Fusheng very much. You are welcome to come to the store often in the future. We have many children at home."
Regardless of whether he has actually read those books, it is very good that he can talk about it, and he also has some medical knowledge. Families like them who are experts in traditional Chinese medicine like such talented children. It would be great if he had the opportunity to study in the future.
When he heard the word "little friend", Xiao Fusheng's eyes lit up.
Seeing this, Chen Huan had no way to refuse: "I'm not her mother, just her...nanny."
But I still took out my phone and added the other party's contact information.
The camera follows the two people, one big and one small, as they leave, including the car parked outside.
[This car looks familiar.]
[A commercial vehicle, your family must be very wealthy.]
[I can tell this kid will be on TV and make his debut soon.]
[I'm willing to watch his debut. It's quite exciting to follow a five-year-old child who is being raised for the first time.]
[She's a great pianist, good-looking, and a doctor. What's wrong with debuting like that? She's better than those people who have nothing but resources.]
[It's like a man who has good resources but acts like a jerk.]
[It's Kan Qi's fault again, right? ]
Little Fusheng, who had gotten in the car, held the medicine he had prepared for his brother and said with some worry, "Auntie, is my brother going to die?"
"No." Chen Huan recalled the little boy's wolf-like eyes. "Since he gave you his phone, it means he wanted to leave. He's a grown-up boy now and has his own ideas."
And she always felt that the child had a maturity that was not in line with his age.
Xiao Fusheng lowered his head and wrapped up the medicine: "Okay."
On the other side, Xi Shu, who was standing in the corner, looked at the business car going away, and his gaze moved back from the license plate number.
When he heard the words "Zizi is worried about his missing father" in his mind, he pulled the corners of his lips.
Something made from a bunch of emotionless data actually has the word "worry" in its vocabulary, and those with flesh and blood are no more than that.
A woman's extremely hypocritical voice sounded from behind him: "Hey, Xi Shu, why are you here? Auntie has been looking for you so hard. Don't run around next time. Auntie will be worried."
"Why do you care about him if he doesn't obey you? Your aunt took you clothes shopping, and you didn't even show up?" The man snorted coldly, "What are you still standing there for? Get in the car quickly. Look at how embarrassing you are."
Xi Shu slowly turned around, his gaze coldly falling on the two people in front of him who were dressed beautifully and elegantly.
My stomach, which had just been warmed up a little, started to ache again.
He thought that he should bring Fusheng to his side as soon as possible, at least he would be pleasing to the eye.
But I just heard that woman say that she has a father?
Xi Shu's eyes dimmed.
[Ding, favorability unlocked!]
Current favorability of the child: 0. 】
Xi Shu: “…”
It's 0 and he keeps calling himself dad?
Hypocritical child!
After they left, the old man whose pulse Xiao Fusheng had felt walked out of the Chinese medicine hall while talking on the phone. "My daughter, this time it wasn't a doctor who prescribed the medicine for you. It was a very cute child. The doctor said it's fine. Considering the child's age, you should take some."
The woman on the other end of the phone said in a tired voice, "Dad, I'm not sick."
"I know, I know. This is to help you recuperate. You haven't been working lately, have you? Just get some rest and sleep."
The woman was silent.
The old man smiled and said, "I'll send it to you right away. Oh, and I took a picture of the child and sent it to you on WeChat. I think she's prettier than many people you see on TV. Come and take a look!"
The woman couldn't resist, so after hanging up the phone, she casually opened WeChat and took a look at the child in the picture.
But his gaze paused strangely.
The little girl in the picture has bright eyes and white teeth, and she smiles faintly. She is very serious and well-behaved when writing, talking and taking the pulse. If it wasn't sent by her father, she would have thought it was an advertisement picture from some TV station.
It’s those glass-like eyes, they look very familiar.
The woman subconsciously enlarged the picture, and the news about her father popped up again.
"By the way, her name is Fusheng, and it's a nice name too."
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