Aunt Lin couldn't stand hearing discouraging words at this moment. She spitted out a loud "Puh," almost spraying her saliva in the woman's face. She said angrily, "Zhang Sanniu, how have I, Lin Cuixi, wronged you? Why are you cursing my son like this?"
"I can invite anyone I want to see it. Your son is the one who needs to find a wife. When my Jiaming's leg is healed, he can marry anyone he wants!"
The woman wiped the spit that had splattered on her face and was about to retort when Fang Mingxiao's cold voice rang out, "Auntie, this lower abdominal pain is a serious matter. If you delay any further, I'm afraid you won't have much time left."
This sentence was like a drop of water splashing into a frying pan. The woman exploded with a sizzling sound. She pointed at Fang Mingxiao's nose and cursed, "You little bastard, you are so young and you don't learn your lesson. You come out to deceive people and even curse me to death. Where are your parents? They are dead. They gave birth to a son but didn't teach him well."
Jiang Yanqing was about to help Fang Mingxiao out when she heard Fang Mingxiao continue calmly, "You've had this lower abdominal pain for quite some time, and it's not going away. You also get dizzy and have palpitations occasionally. There's no need for me to lie to you."
As Fang Mingxiao uttered word after word from his thin lips, the woman's face became paler and paler, not for any other reason, but because all the symptoms Fang Mingxiao described were true.
The woman's legs went weak and she nearly fell to the ground. She looked at Aunt Lin in panic and asked, "Cui Xi, don't lie to me. Does this little bastard really know medical skills?"
Although Aunt Lin was angry, she didn't want the woman she had always been friends with to die. Her face was solemn. She nodded and looked at Fang Mingxiao and asked, "Mingxiao, do you have any way to cure it?"
Fang Mingxiao glanced at Jiang Yanqing. Jiang Yanqing did not express his opinion, which meant that it all depended on his own attitude.
Their eyes met for only a moment before Fang Mingxiao replied, "Auntie, I'm not good at gynecology. It's best for you to go to a big hospital right away."
Even if this was an excuse, there was no way to refute it. After all, Fang Mingxiao was just a teenage boy, so it was normal for him not to understand gynecology.
As for how he knew that someone was sick, isn't Chinese medicine based on observation, listening, questioning and palpation?
In the end, it was Aunt Lin who helped the woman home. She was so scared that she couldn't walk, so Jiang Yanqing and Fang Mingxiao continued to walk towards the bus stop.
On the way, Jiang Yanqing asked curiously, "You are getting better and better. Can you tell what disease she has?"
Fang Mingxiao anticipated that Jiang Yanqing would ask this question out of curiosity, so he answered without hesitation, "Cancer."
Jiang Yanqing's eyes widened slightly. She originally thought Fang Mingxiao was trying to scare the woman, but she didn't expect it to be so serious.
As for her suspicion that Fang Mingxiao had made a misjudgment, that thought only flashed through her mind. She believed that Fang Mingxiao would not speak without certainty, especially when it came to a matter of life and death.
Then, Fang Mingxiao continued to explain, "When she was talking just now, her expression was full of forbearance, and she kept rubbing her lower abdomen from time to time. I guess she was in pain or discomfort in her lower abdomen. Her face was sallow and gray, so..."
Jiang Yanqing couldn't understand the more complicated explanation, so Fang Mingxiao didn't say much.
Fang Mingxiao's medical skills were not so amazing that he could diagnose a disease at a glance, but he remembered that in the first year after his grandfather passed away, he had treated a patient who was similar to this woman.
The two people's complexions were almost the same, but the woman's symptoms were milder. In the end, my grandfather asked her to go to the hospital for a check-up with instruments. After the diagnosis was confirmed, she came back and took medicine to cure it.
Perhaps if he did some research on his own, it should be curable, but Fang Mingxiao didn't want to get involved in this trouble, even though curing it would be good for his reputation.
But if it can't be cured, or if something goes wrong in the process, it doesn't matter if I blame myself, but Jiang Yanqing will definitely be implicated, which will affect Jiang Yanqing's reputation among the neighbors.
It was just a sudden episode, and the two didn't talk about it any more. Jiang Yanqing didn't think much about it, thinking that Fang Mingxiao was really not good at gynecology.
After the summer vacation, more people came to and from the county town. Even in the middle of summer, after finally squeezing onto the bus, there was no room for either of us.
Fang Mingxiao was taller, so he grabbed the horizontal bar on the roof and let Jiang Yanqing hold his clothes, and the two stood together.
As the car bumped along, Jiang Yanqing's body swayed and she bumped into Fang Mingxiao several times. The air was hot and humid, and soon Jiang Yanqing's face turned red.
His sweetheart approached him from time to time. Fang Mingxiao looked down at Jiang Yanqing's exposed profile, which blushed again. He felt a little sweet in his heart. It seemed that she was also shy. He hoped in his heart that the bus would drive slower.
If Jiang Yanqing knew what Fang Mingxiao was thinking, she would probably be furious, slapping Fang Mingxiao on the head and roaring, "Imagination is a disease, you know? My face is burning red, so hot that my whole body is smoking, and you want the bus to go slower?"
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