Fan Hun was stunned. He shook his head, then burst into tears, "Father, my dear father, you can't leave your son behind. What will happen to your son if you die?"
I've already thought it all out. I'll introduce you to the Night Fragrance Girl at Drunken Fragrance Pavilion. That girl is amazing; she'll handle everything for you without you even having to lift a finger. If you die, you won't get to experience this wonderful thing!
"You good-for-nothing son, what nonsense are you spouting?" Madam Fan glared at him fiercely, muttering in complaint, "Your father is about to die, and you're still talking nonsense. You're making your father die with regrets!"
“Master, I have served you for half my life, but I never expected that you would leave first. But go in peace, I will take good care of Madam and Young Master. Even if you want more sons, I will do my best to help you.”
Shi Taishou was in tears, but he was overjoyed inside.
Once that old man dies, I can find a few beautiful young women to woo his foolish son, and then I can call the shots in the Fan family.
The more I thought about it, the happier I felt, and I almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Fan Tong was so annoyed by them that he almost died of anger. He glared at them.
"I haven't even breathed my last yet, and you're already wailing! Shut up, all of you!"
The crying stopped abruptly. Madam Fan wiped away her tears. "Miss Chen, what illness does my husband have? Can it be cured?"
Chen Qingqing shook her head and sighed. She started to make up stories, "Madam Fan, to tell you the truth, your husband's illness was indeed caused by exposure to wind."
However, this was no ordinary wind; it was an evil wind. This condition was extremely rare, and the ancients called it "rotten navel disease."
"What? Umbilical cord rot?" Madam Fan was so frightened that she didn't know what to do. "Miss Chen, what, what kind of disease is this?"
Chen Qingqing's expression was solemn. "The navel is the foundation of the five internal organs and the root of the vital energy returning to the organs. It connects to the mind and spirit above and the kidney essence below. It is the gate of life. Your master's illness is characterized by itching first, then pain, and finally ulceration. When the ulceration reaches the point where the abdomen ruptures and the intestines spill out, he will die completely."
Fan Tong was terrified. He had a large family and many wives and concubines. He hadn't even had enough of the world's splendor before he died. Wouldn't that be a pity?
He tumbled off the bed with a thud, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Miss Chen, please save me! I don't want to die!"
Chen Qingqing almost burst out laughing when she saw this. She suppressed her laughter and pretended to be surprised, "Master Fan, what are you doing? You don't need to kowtow. Get up quickly."
Shi Taishou stepped forward and helped Fan Tong up, saying, "Master, don't be afraid. Since Miss Chen can diagnose the cause of the illness, she must have a way to treat it. She certainly won't let him die."
Fan Tong's legs cramped up so badly he almost wet himself. His lips trembled as he asked, "Miss Chen, is there any cure for my illness?"
Seeing that he was trembling like a leaf and his face was deathly pale, Chen Qingqing was afraid that if she continued talking, she would scare him to death.
Then he said in a serious tone, "Don't worry, Master Fan. Meeting me is your good fortune. No one else could have cured your illness. But if you want to live, you have to suffer a bit."
Fan Tong nodded repeatedly, "Alright, alright, whatever Miss Chen says. As long as I don't die, I'll eat shit."
"It's not as bad as eating shit." Chen Qingqing smiled and took out a silver needle from her tool bag, gesturing it up and down. "I need to give you acupuncture."
Looking at the silver needle, which was more than half a foot long, Fan Tong's throat went dry. "Miss Chen, do you mean to use this to prick my belly button?"
Yes, that's right.
"No, no, no, I've been afraid of needles since I was little. I'm terrified of anything sharp or thorny. If it suddenly pricks my stomach, it will hurt like hell!"
Chen Qingqing looked disgusted. "If there were any other way to get rid of your lice, I wouldn't have used silver needles."
She snorted coldly, "Since you're afraid of needles, there's nothing I can do."
Fan Hun was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet. "Dad, your guts are about to rot, why are you still afraid of this and that? It's just a couple of pricks, just think of it as your lover biting you a couple of times."
"You brat, how can this thing compare to that? You're really talking without knowing the pain." Fan Tong looked like he was about to cry. "Miss Chen, please go slowly with the needle. I'm really afraid of the pain."
"If you want to get treatment, lie down quickly." Chen Qingqing warned with a serious expression, "You must not move while I am administering acupuncture. If I misjudge the needle, you may die on the spot."
"Okay, okay, I promise I won't move." Fan Tong lay on the bed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Chen Qingqing stopped being careful and directly inserted the tweezers.
She was about to use a silver needle to prick the lice, but then stopped. She glanced to the left and right and saw Madam Fan and the others standing beside her. She thought to herself, "I can't let these people watch. If they find out that the lice are the culprit, then there will be no way to explain it."
She spoke threateningly, "You all stand back to avoid getting hurt while I'm administering acupuncture."
"Alright, let's move away." The group was also terrified by the long silver needles and all retreated.
Chen Qingqing then used a silver needle to prick the lice, pondering as she did so.
This rich man Fan is no good person. If we cure his itchy disease so easily, what if he tries to cheat us and refuses to pay us?
After all, evil people have no bottom line. As the saying goes, one should not have the heart to harm others, but one must be wary of others.
We must not be soft-hearted when dealing with such evil people; perhaps we should...
Having made up her mind, she used a silver needle to prick out most of the lice, deliberately leaving a few of the fatter ones behind.
He then tidied up the tools and said to Fan Tong, who was lying on the bed, "Get up, Master Fan, how are you feeling?"
"That's it? Why doesn't it hurt?" Fan Tong was a little incredulous. He got up, took a few steps, and touched his stomach. "It's not itchy anymore. I'm cured."
Madam Fan hurried forward, her face full of surprise, "Sir, are you really cured?"
"Alright, it doesn't itch at all anymore." Fan Tong grinned from ear to ear. "Miss Chen is truly a miracle doctor. I never thought a few acupuncture needles could cure an illness. If I had known this, I wouldn't have gone to those quacks. I spent a lot of money and they still didn't cure me. They even made me spend a lot of money to put up notices. I'm getting more and more confused as I get older."
He started to regret it and felt bad about spending the money.
Chen Qingqing gave a cold laugh, "Master Fan, don't be too happy yet. Your illness is a chronic one, and it can't be cured overnight."
Fan Tong was taken aback. "Miss Chen, do you mean my illness isn't cured yet?"
Chen Qingqing nodded. "Yes, to fully recover, you need to have acupuncture every three days, for a total of three sessions."
"Alright, alright, it's just a treatment every three days, that's easy. I'll just have someone invite Miss Chen then."
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