She looked at Feng Heng and examined him closely.
Her complexion was rosy and her eyes were bright; she didn't look like she had been completely drained.
Feng Heng asked anxiously, "How is he, doctor?"
[You're healthy] Your physique is even stronger than hers.
"But I can't do it!"
I know you're anxious, but please don't rush.
That thing can't be cured by just raising your voice.
Tell me first, how long has this been going on?
"About half a month."
Feng Heng carefully recalled everything and recounted his discovery to Shen Qiyin in great detail.
The earliest meeting was with Shen Ruyin at Jing'an Temple.
I don't know which father yelled at him, but he was so frightened that he couldn't get up.
He was indeed not feeling well for the first two days after returning to the manor, but after the maids in the manor took good care of him, he recovered, so he didn't take it seriously.
As a result, he met Shen Ruyin at Dongyue Tower that day, and their relationship blossomed for the second time.
This time it's completely ruined.
No matter how many tricks his concubines used, he remained as still as a meditating monk, unable to react in the slightest.
If this condition cannot be cured, he will not be able to fulfill his father's only request of him to carry on the family line, and will completely become the "useless person" he speaks of.
After listening to what he said, Shen Qiyin had a vague conclusion in her mind.
His illness is most likely not physical, but mental.
Having been scared twice in a row, what kind of good person could withstand that?
She remembered that her master had treated a patient like this before, and he said, "This depends on my mood."
He added, "Next time we need to do something, let's find a secluded spot, light some candles, and create a nice atmosphere. Maybe that will help us get into the mood."
However, Shen Qiyin had never treated this type of patient before, so even if he thought about it, he wouldn't dare to tell him rashly. The reason he asked for details was that he wanted to wait for his senior brother to come back and examine him.
In this respect, he is the authority.
Feng Heng: "Doctor, should I take off my pants so you can take a look?"
Chen Xiyin waved her hand.
There's absolutely no need for that.
It was quite a coincidence that Dazhuang and Sanwa returned from outside just as she was finishing writing her medical case.
Shen Qiyin then pointed.
【Take it off and show it to him】
Feng Heng turned his head in the direction she was pointing and saw a savage leading an excessively handsome young man over.
Shen Qiyin got up and went to greet him, handing the medical record to Dazhuang.
I've noted down some details, but I haven't checked them further yet.
When Dazhuang saw the word "inspection," his eyebrows twitched twice.
He looked at the person sitting down, only to find that Feng Heng's gaze was fixed on Sanwa, unable to look away.
They had just returned from outside and weren't wearing masks. With Sanwa's face so flamboyant, it's no wonder that Feng Heng was mesmerized.
But Shen Qiyin noticed that there was a clear sense of inquiry in his eyes.
Do they know each other?
Dazhuang stepped forward, subtly shielding her and Sanwa behind him, then looked down at Feng Heng with a dark expression and said, "Take off your pants!"
Feng Heng: "..." Is this a legitimate medical clinic?
With a sense of resignation to his fate, Feng Heng closed his eyes tightly, letting Da Zhuang do as he pleased.
Da Zhuang's final conclusion was: He's sick and needs treatment.
After hearing this, Shen Qiyin couldn't help but doubt her own diagnosis.
Was the diagnosis wrong?
Dazhuang: "Lie down, I'm going to give you two acupuncture needles."
Feng Heng obediently cooperated.
Thinking that her medical skills were not good enough, Shen Qiyin decided to learn them.
When they first became disciples to learn medicine, each had their own strengths. The eldest brother focused on health preservation and conditioning, the youngest brother was good at using poison to fight poison, and she was somewhere in between, specializing in all kinds of rare and difficult diseases.
Since their master left, the three of them developed a habit of learning from each other, offering guidance, and making progress together.
But this time, Dazhuang refused her and Sanwa's request for advice.
The curtain was slammed shut with a "whoosh," followed by a pig-like scream that erupted from inside. Sanwa and Chunsheng felt a chill run down their spines and finally turned pale as they fled.
Only Shen Qiyin remained in place, utterly perplexed, wondering where it had gotten stuck and why it was howling like that.
Until Feng Heng's trembling voice came from behind the curtain: "B-Doctor...it's my lower half that's not working...why are you pricking my foot?"
It hurt and itched at the same time, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Da Zhuang calmly replied, "Then if I stab you in the groin, can you take it?"
"...I can't stand it."
"Then shut up."
Thus, the piercing wails turned into suppressed groans.
After the acupuncture was finally finished, Dazhuang said again, "I'll decoct some medicine for you to drink."
He didn't write a prescription, nor did he need Chunsheng's help. He just grabbed a few herbs and threw them into the pot to start brewing.
But Shen Qiyin could see clearly that the medicine he took was not for treating men's ailments at all, but rather for strengthening the spleen and stomach.
Looking at the large bowl of dark, murky medicine, Feng Heng felt instantly full.
He took a small sip, and his facial features scrunched up.
"Cough...cough cough cough...Ptooey!" He covered his mouth, his face ashen as if he'd eaten shit: "What kind of medicine is this? It tastes awful! It's sour, bitter, and smelly!"
"I won't drink myself into oblivion."
Da Zhuang was about to pick up the bowl when Feng Heng quickly stopped him, saying, "Hey! I'll drink it, I'll drink it!"
His face turned pale.
He swallowed several times before finally pinching his nose and gulping down the bowl of medicine in one go.
Then he ran to the backyard and dry heaved.
It felt like I was about to vomit bile.
When he returned, leaning against the wall, he was practically in shock, but he still managed to ask, "Doctor, when will I regain my former vigor?"
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