Chapter 772 Hearing Aid Late at night, Lu Qingyang was alone in his study, his consciousness sinking into that space.
After a careful search in the high-tech area, I found the hearing aid.
This modern design is not small, and it is extremely easy to operate.
Secondly, Lu Qingyang used the excuse that this was brought from Hong Kong.
"Grandma, I have a hearing aid that a friend brought back from the south. Would you like to try it?"
The old woman glanced at the inconspicuous little thing, not very interested, but seeing the expectation in her grandson's eyes, she reluctantly nodded.
Lu Qingyang carefully helped his grandmother insert the hearing aid into her ear canal with gentle movements.
The shape of the 돗 has been optimized for space, making it almost comfortable to wear.
"Let me adjust it for you. If you think the sound is too loud or your ears are uncomfortable, just shake your head."
The old woman nodded.
Suddenly, her eyelid twitched slightly.
Suddenly I heard the sound of children making noise in the neighboring yard.
Ding Panyun was in the kitchen discussing with Aunt Liu what dishes to cook for dinner, their chatter filling the air.
The old man was in the next room, habitually clearing his throat. The sound wasn't loud, but it made her subconsciously turn her head in that direction.
Lu Qingyang carefully observed his grandmother's expression and saw the subtle fluctuation in her eyes, knowing that it was working.
He adjusted the volume to a comfortable level.
"Grandma, how are you feeling?" he asked softly.
The old woman slowly turned her head, feeling a little excited: "It seems... a little clearer."
Lu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, but his face remained calm: "As long as you understand it, it's fine. It's just a breathable thing, as long as it's not uncomfortable to wear."
He didn't explain much, just let his grandmother gradually get used to it.
Ding Panyun muttered in the kitchen, "It seems like there's too much salt in this."
Sitting in the living room, the old lady slowly added, "If it's too salty, just add some more water." Ding Panyun stood there, holding the spatula, stunned. If this had happened a few days ago, she would have had to whisper it three times in her mother-in-law's ear.
In front of that color television, the old lady's figure reappeared.
She rekindled her love for listening to opera. When she heard the line "I am like a caged bird with wings that cannot spread" from "Si Lang Visits His Mother," she would hum along softly, tapping her fingers on her knees to keep the beat.
The old man looked at his wife and secretly moved her teacup closer to her.
She's also willing to go downstairs for a walk.
When I ran into my old neighbor, Grandma Wang, she called out in a loud voice, "Old lady, is your hearing any better?"
The old woman simply waved her hand, her face bearing a somewhat enigmatic expression: "It's just how things are, nothing we can do about it."
After leaving the house, her steps became lighter.
Occasionally, some observant older female friends would notice something amiss: "Hey, why is it so easy to talk to you today?"
Grandma patted the back of Grandma's hand with a smile: "My children are so filial. They've been thinking of all sorts of things and insist that I try their methods."
Only once, she was dozing in the yard while wearing her hearing aid when Lu Qingyang came home from get off work, habitually walking lightly.
Just as I was about to pass by, I heard the old lady muttering with her eyes closed, "Come back, just come back, like you're doing something wrong."
Lu Qingyang paused, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.
...
Shen Mo never expected that her act of giving her grandmother acupuncture and massage would lead to her being secretly written into a news article by Xiao Lin and submitted to the school newspaper.
As soon as get out of class ended, she was stopped by several unfamiliar students.
"Shen Mo, is that the article in the school newspaper titled 'Silver Needles Convey Affection, Filial Piety Warms Ears: A Record of Shen Mo, a Student in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Using Traditional Medicine to Protect Her Home' written about you?"
A woman wearing glasses pushed up her glasses, her tone filled with curiosity, "My grandma's hearing isn't good either. Is your massage technique difficult to learn?"
Shen Mo was taken aback and took the school newspaper handed to her by Bi Xue.
On the mimeographed paper, the content of her conversation with Xiaolin in the dormitory, which she had been gesturing to, was written down in a very detailed manner, and even mentioned acupoints such as Ermen and Yifeng.
“No, it’s not hard to learn, I can teach you.”
“That’s really great.”
After that, Shen Mo found herself recognizing more and more people on campus.
While queuing for food in the cafeteria, a stranger might come up to me and whisper, "Are you a student? I'd like to ask, when my eyes are dry, which acupoint is best to press?"
When I go to the library to study, a note is pushed towards me from across the room: "I'm so tired from studying, it's bothering me. My mother has trouble sleeping. Besides drinking jujube seed soup, are there any simple massage methods?"
Shen Mo was initially at a loss, but seeing the students' sincere attempts to learn, she slowly began to have an idea.
During the student association's leadership transition, she mustered her courage and added a clause to her campaign proposal: to establish a "Traditional Chinese Medicine Health Care Classroom" to teach everyone practical TCM health care knowledge for free during their spare time.
This proposal received a warm response.
For the first session of her mini-class, she chose a small classroom on a Wednesday evening.
I thought there would be at most a few students, but I didn't expect that the classroom, which was meant for three students, would be crammed with nearly five students, and some students even brought their own small stools and sat in the aisle.
Shen Mo stood in front of the podium, her palms slightly sweaty.
"Everyone, first rub your palms together to warm them up, then cover them with your ears. This is called 'ringing the drum'..." She demonstrated and explained the benefits of each movement for blood circulation in the ears.
The classroom was extremely quiet, with only rustling sounds and occasional low whispers.
She walked among the students, helping one female student correct the angle of pressing the Fengchi acupoint, and then gently massaging the temples of another female student with her fingers.
Shen Mo taught everyone to recognize Zusanli, calling it the "longevity point," and demonstrated how to massage Hegu point to relieve headaches. She shared the goji berry, chrysanthemum, and calamus tea she brewed for her grandmother, emphasizing that "this tea is mild and suitable for the elderly to maintain their health daily."
These simple methods are easy to implement and produce immediate results.
Some students massaged the Hegu acupoint on the spot and felt their heads were much lighter. Some students wrote down the tea and said they would send it home to their parents.
The mini-class became an instant hit.
Later, it was almost weekly, and the content expanded from acupressure massage to seasonal health maintenance, medicinal food sources, and home remedies for common minor ailments.
Shen Mo gathered several like-minded students to prepare together, and sometimes invited teachers from the department to give brief guidance.
In no time, this beautiful and kind-hearted girl became a well-known figure at the medical school.
Not only that, Shen Mo not only received thank-you letters, but also a whole bunch of love letters.
She didn't know what to do, so she brought them all back to her home.
She turned and went to the kitchen to make tea. When she returned with the teapot, she saw Lu Qingyang leisurely leaning on the sofa, holding a few pages of letter paper in his hand, reading them with great interest.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up, waved the letter in his hand at Chen Mo, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
"This one is no good. It's too flowery, with phrases like 'Your eyes are like the stars in an autumn night'—it's empty and superficial."
He then picked up another letter. "Well, the handwriting is quite neat, but the whole thing is about what awards I've won and how many foreign novels I've read... It's too boastful and shows a narrow-minded attitude."
Shen Mo handed him the tea, sat down next to him, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "You're actually commenting on this."
Lu Qingyang took the teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and then looked back at the letter, pointing to a passage with an air of importance: "Look, this sentence, 'I wish to become the paulownia tree in front of your window, watching over you day and night.'"
Shen Mo finally couldn't help but lightly punch him: "Why are you... doing this like you're reviewing a technical report?"
Lu Qingyang put down his teacup, gathered the letters, and pushed them back to Shen Mo: "Our Dr. Shen is now known as Dr. Shen. The solution is simple: reply in unison: Thank you for your kindness, but I am busy with my studies and have a family. Please do not disturb me."
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