Seeing Qin Niang's anxious expression, Su Ruojin comforted her, "It's alright, I'll give him a few acupuncture treatments and prescribe some medicine for him to take for a few days. He might be a little weak afterward, but he can recover with proper rest."
After saying that, she went to a nearby restaurant and borrowed two long benches. She placed the child on the benches, unfolded her needle case, took out silver needles, and began to administer acupuncture to the child.
Seeing the young girl's skillful acupuncture technique, Qin Niang felt much more at ease.
This was the first time a doctor had described her child's unusual symptoms. Although she didn't understand these illnesses, Qin Niang felt that the young doctor was right.
Otherwise, why would those doctors who said her son had indigestion be unable to cure his illness? In order to treat her son's illness, she even sold the only cow in the family.
After Su Ruojin removed the silver needles one by one from the child's body, the child, who had been weak and had his eyes closed, opened them and said, "Mother, I need to poop."
"Ah? Oh, okay, okay, Mom will take you to the outhouse." Qin Niang was overjoyed. The child hadn't been eating or defecating for a while, and she was really afraid that the child would get sick from holding it in.
Just then, the child farted, and the stench was so bad that everyone around scattered and waved their hands to drive away the smell.
Qin Niang blushed slightly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the child hasn't pooped for several days, I'll take him to the outhouse right away."
Qinniang carried the child and quickly left to find a latrine.
Su Ruojin went into a nearby bookstore, bought paper and pen from the shopkeeper, and sat down to write a prescription.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on the little girl as she diligently wrote a prescription, which piqued the curiosity of Du Yu, the bookstore owner.
He couldn't very well stand right next to the girl and watch what she was writing, but he couldn't help but pretend to be passing by and glance at her casually.
Du Yu gasped at that glance.
The little girl's handwriting was incredibly skillful, with bold and elegant strokes, no less impressive than the calligraphy copybooks sold in his shop.
If Du Yu hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the words were written by a little girl.
I wonder if she'll agree to let me write a few pieces and put them in the shop for sale.
Based on his years of experience selling calligraphy and paintings, he was sure the little girl's calligraphy would sell well.
Du Yu was still hesitating about how to bring this up with the young girl when Su Ruojin finished writing the prescription, put away her paper and pen, and prepared to leave.
Du Yu hurriedly walked up to Su Ruojin and bowed:
“Young lady, I am Du Yu, the Yu of ‘Yu will decay with the stars and moon, and live through countless lives’. I am the owner of this bookstore. I just happened to see your calligraphy and was amazed by its beauty. I wonder if you could write a few pieces for sale in the store?”
Based on my years of experience, this calligraphy piece will definitely be a bestseller. We can split the profits 50/50, oh no, 40/60, I get 40%, and she gets 60%. What do you think?
After Du Yu finished speaking, he handed the copper coin in his hand to Su Ruojin: "Miss, this is the money you paid for the paper and pen just now."
Su Ruojin glanced at the copper coin Du Yu handed her, but did not accept it; only a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.
Grandpa Xiao forced her to practice calligraphy for ten years, and she often tried to slack off. She had no idea how well she had actually improved her calligraphy.
Every time she handed her practiced calligraphy to Grandpa Xiao for inspection, she would be scolded for writing it wrong in this and that way, and be told to practice it a hundred more times.
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