Lin Wanqing strictly followed Cai's massage techniques in front of Cai Fanzhou, but now she secretly added the rehabilitation massage techniques taught by the rehabilitation professor from her previous life at the hospital.
After the procedure, Mrs. Zhong did feel some relief from the soreness in her legs: "I never imagined Miss Lin had such skills."
Lin Wanqing replied politely, "It's because my master taught me well. My master said that this set of massage techniques can improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis with long-term use, and improve the flexibility of the legs."
Upon hearing about the leg flexibility, Madam Zhong's eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't say anything.
At this moment, the young novice monk came to the side room and said that everything was ready and Madam Zhong could offer incense.
Yingchun helped Madam Zhong up and led her to the main hall.
Taking the three incense sticks offered by the officiant, Madam Zhong knelt down devoutly and made a soft wish:
"I only wish that my son's health will be restored to normal. If my wish is fulfilled, I will surely come to rebuild his golden body."
Lin Wanqing also knelt down to worship Buddha along with Madam Zhong.
After Yingchun donated money for incense oil, Madam Zhong knelt down and listened to the abbot preach, her face full of piety.
Lin Wanqing's legs were already numb from sitting, but she didn't dare to move and could only grit her teeth and endure it.
Finally, the hour-long sermon ended, and Lin Wanqing hurriedly got up to help Madam Zhong: "Madam, there are still five hundred steps to climb down the mountain. It's freezing cold, and your legs will suffer. I wonder if it would be convenient for my daughter to ride with you in the same carriage later? On the way back to the city, I can give you a massage to relieve your soreness."
After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Zhong realized that since they were all women, there was nothing inconvenient about it, so she nodded in agreement: "Then I'll trouble Miss Lin."
"It is my honor to share your burdens, Madam," Lin Wanqing replied politely.
Madam Zhong nodded inwardly. Although Miss Lin had just been found, she acted appropriately and had the air of a well-bred lady.
Upon returning to Yanyang, Madam Zhong agreed to allow Lin Wanqing to come to the mansion every day to massage her daughter's legs.
Doctor Cai had visited the mansion before, but since men and women are different, it was inconvenient for him to frequently come and go to the mansion to massage Jin'er. Now that Lin Wanqing is here, these problems no longer exist.
After saying goodbye to Madam Zhong, Lin Wanqing went to Jirentang and told Cai Fanzhou about it.
Cai Fanzhou was overjoyed: "Good, good, good. Qing'er is so capable. Come find me whenever you have time, and I will teach you acupuncture."
"Thank you, Master."
As she left, Lin Wanqing saw a long line of people waiting to see a doctor at the clinic entrance: "Master, you are such a kind person. Your free clinic on the fifteenth of every month has helped so many poor people in Yanyang."
Cai Fanzhou was quite pleased with himself: "A doctor should have a benevolent heart and should always make some contributions to the people of Yanyang."
At this moment, a commotion arose in the crowd. A woman holding a baby knelt at the entrance of the clinic: "Doctor, please, please prescribe the medicine for me first. The child can't wait. I will definitely pay for the medicine."
Several servants from the clinic rushed out and pulled the woman aside, saying, "Go away, go away. Our clinic has already treated your son for free. Don't be ungrateful."
The woman held the baby tightly, breaking free from the servant's obstruction, and kept kowtowing: "Please, just give me one dose of medicine, just one dose will do, let the child's fever go down first, otherwise the fever will make the child stupid."
Some people in the crowd couldn't bear to see her like this and spoke up for the woman: "She looks so pitiful, why don't we prescribe some medicine for her first?"
The servant glanced at the crowd and said viciously, "The medicine for her child costs one tael of silver per dose. If you pity her, then you pay for it for her."
One tael of silver is no small sum for an ordinary family. People want to help, but they are powerless to do so, feeling sorry for the family.
"Young lady, the doctor who just examined your child usually charges one tael of silver, but today he's doing a free clinic, which is like giving you a free tael of silver. We can't expect you to give away the medicine for free, can we? Let's not call that clinic a clinic anymore, let's just call it a charity hall. I advise you to hurry up and think of a solution," a servant kindly advised.
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