Here, Song Chen pushed Lin Lu to the bathroom. Unlike at home, she was free, so she asked a female flight attendant to go in and help her.
When I came back, Lin Jingbei had already fallen asleep.
It took another two days before I finally arrived in Shanghai.
The few of them did not go to the hospital immediately. Instead, they found the landlord recommended by Sister Ni and rented a house for a month.
There are very few short-term rentals here. Sister Ni spent a long time searching for this one and told Song Chen about it last time.
"Don't damage the house or the furniture. I'll come to collect the keys in a month. If you damage anything, I won't refund your deposit."
I paid one month's rent first and then deposited twenty yuan in his hand.
Song Chen agreed: "Okay, I promise your house will be the same as it is now in a month."
Uncle: "It's okay, I believe you."
Because he saw Song Chen's discharge certificate.
After renting a room and having a meal, the three of them rested for a day and went to the Chinese medicine clinic early the next morning.
Sister Ni said that he has a large family and that you have to go early to get a number.
Song Chen and his friends arrived at seven o'clock, and there were already people waiting in front.
It can be seen that the competition is so fierce.
The Chinese medicine clinic officially opens at 8:30, and now people are queuing more than ten meters away.
Lin Lu's family was the third in line. After the people in front of her had seen the doctor, Song Chen pushed her to see Grandpa Zhou, an old Chinese doctor.
Some people say that their ancestor was the emperor's court physician, and his medical skills were very good. If there were any difficult and complicated diseases from all over the country, people could just come to him for treatment and take him home.
Grandpa Zhou is already over eighty years old, has a beard, and looks like a very skilled doctor.
Lin Lu stretched out his hand for him to examine. The old man spoke with a thick accent, and the family of three really didn't understand a word he said.
However, one thing is certain: he diagnosed what had happened to Lin Lu before, and even knew approximately when she woke up.
He said something to the student Zhou Fuhai who was following him, and then the man stood up and took out a roll of cloth. He brought it over and opened it. It was made of needles of various sizes and thicknesses.
Zhou Fuhai explained: "It may be a little painful. You family members should press on her. My master is about to start acupuncture."
Although his words were not as heavy-tongued as the old Chinese doctor's, they still had some accent, and his speech was too fast. Song Chen and his son only managed to recall the key words - acupuncture, pain, and pressing.
It really hurt, a sharp, stabbing pain as if the glass had pierced her numb flesh. It was hard to describe in words. Lin Lu could only say that it was even more unbearable than being stabbed directly in the face.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he clenched his upper teeth tightly against his lower teeth, worried that he would scream out in pain.
Song Chen pinched her jaw to force her to open her teeth, extended his arm over, and whispered, "Bite me if it hurts, don't bite your tongue."
Lin Lu felt extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't bite her teeth and could only bite the hand that the man in front of her offered to her obediently.
A tooth mark with red blood instantly appeared on his arm, and Lin Lu did not taste the rust.
Lin Jingbei pursed his lips and watched silently, then went out to get a bottle of hot water, returned with half a cup in the lid, and handed it over: "Rinse your mouth."
Lin Lu's eyes were red, and he took a few sips of the water poured by Lin Jingbei.
Lin Jingbei handed over a few more pieces of paper: "Spit in it."
After taking care of her and giving her some water, I went out to throw away the trash.
Zhou Fuhai couldn't help but say: "Your family has such a good relationship."
Lin Lu was in so much pain that she didn't have the strength to speak, so Song Chen thanked her lightly.
After two hours of acupuncture, the day finally passed.
Zhou Fuhai explained: "Her case is special. My master said that she should come for acupuncture every other day for 30 days and she will be fine."
This means that their family will have to stay here for two months before the treatment is completed.
Now that they have started the first day, they will not give up.
Anyway, the house has been rented, so cooking is convenient.
After returning, Lin Lu went back to her room to rest. Song Chen asked Lin Jingbei to look after Lin Lu at home while he went to the market to buy some food and vegetables.
And pots and pans.
Song Chen works quickly and efficiently. In one trip to the vegetable market, he not only buys grain and vegetables, but also picks out pots, pans, and utensils.
He couldn't carry it by himself, so he paid a dollar to ask the store owner to help him and deliver it to his door.
When he returned home, he saw the mother and son reading books. Song Chen did not disturb them and went into the kitchen to tinker with them.
People in the city don’t use stoves like those in the village, and they can’t afford expensive electrical appliances. The only tool they use for cooking is a small stove.
When Song Chen was in the army, he also took turns helping out in the kitchen. Making fire, cooking and making fried rice were a piece of cake for them.
The father and son cleaned the house yesterday and the kitchen can be used directly.
Song Chen showed off his cooking skills a little bit and cooked two dishes and a soup.
The dishes were a recipe (medical instructions) written by an old Chinese doctor. It should be said that he told her what to eat more and what to eat less, and Song Chen followed his medical instructions completely.
The food was brought to the table, and he called out, "It's time to eat."
He put down his apron, went back to the room and found that Lin Lu had taken a nap while he was cooking.
His narrow cheeks were covered in his own saliva.
Song Chen joked: "What did you dream about, eating so well?"
Lin Lu: "I dreamed that you made delicious food for me."
Song Chen didn't believe her nonsense. "Let's go, let's go eat. I made you the dish of your dream."
There were two dishes and a soup. Lin Lu finished the entire dish and didn't touch the other one at all.
Song Chen advised like an old father: "The doctor said you should eat more of this, so you should eat a few more chopsticks."
Lin Lu curled her lips: "But I don't like spinach. It smells like dirt."
You can't not eat it. After all, you have to listen to the doctor.
Song Chen forced her to eat three spinach leaves, and after watching her finish them, he said helplessly: "Why do you need someone to persuade you to eat like a child?"
Lin Jingbei, as always, pretended not to see the couple's display of affection. "The doctor said you should exercise more. Let's go out for a walk in the evening when the sun is low."
Lin Lu asked: "Where do you want to go?"
Lin Jingbei has never been here, so how would he know?
His greatest understanding of the Shanghai Stock Exchange comes from TV dramas.
I heard that this city is the richest place in the country.
When Lin Jingbei got off the train station, he didn't feel anything was real. But on the way to the Chinese medicine clinic, he finally saw what prosperity was.
The tall buildings and bustling traffic in the book all appeared before my eyes.
Poverty limited his imagination, and the real Shanghai was even more prosperous and wealthy than he had imagined.
"I don't know what's fun in the Shanghai Stock Exchange."
Lin Lu had never been there either, but she had heard from a former roommate in Shanghai that many people's first stop when they go to Shanghai is to go to the Bund and see the Oriental Pearl Tower.
Then copy someone else's trip: "Let's go to the Bund."
"I heard there's the Oriental Pearl Tower in Shanghai. I want to go see it, too."
Lin Lu: "They are all over there, you can see them all."
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