Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 211 Spread

The next day, Song Ying crawled out of bed despite the cold, said goodbye to Doctor Lin and went out.

When she passed by the wonton shop, she suddenly had an idea and asked, "Uncle, do you have food boxes? Can I take the food away?"

The shopkeeper stood up from the steaming pot, turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at her carefully, then shook his head and said, "Little girl, we only lend these food boxes to the neighbors around here."

"I'm the new medicine boy at Huichun Hall. I want to buy three bowls of wontons to take to the clinic."

The Chaos Shop owner's eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you Doctor Song?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps towards her.

Song Ying was stunned for a while, then raised his hand and pointed at himself: "Uncle, do you know me?"

The shopkeeper nodded vigorously and asked curiously, "Did you really give acupuncture to Miss Wu from the bun shop yesterday?"

It turned out that it was the auntie at the steamed bun shop who said that. Song Ying suddenly realized and nodded, "It's me, but I'm just a medicine boy, I can't be called a doctor by you."

"Oh, you can even give people acupuncture, what's there to worry about!" The shopkeeper looked her up and down in amazement, "Such a young girl has such great medical skills, it's incredible!"

Song Ying scratched his head: "Uh, uncle, I only give acupuncture to people, I can't treat diseases yet."

"It's okay. You can give acupuncture to people at such a young age. It's only a matter of time before you learn to treat patients!" The shopkeeper still looked at her with great admiration. "It's been cold these past two days, and your clinic is very busy. You should go quickly. After I make the wontons, I'll have my wife deliver them to you."

"How can I trouble you so much? It will be the same if I bring it over. Uncle, just lend me a lunch box." Song Ying quickly refused.

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then you wait a moment. I, Wang, have been making wontons on this street for three generations. I'm not exaggerating, no one can match our skills in terms of taste or speed."

Song Ying smiled and started to be polite: "Haha, I heard from my senior brother that there is a wonton shop in the clinic that is delicious. Could it be yours?"

"Of course not!" The shopkeeper was very proud. "Your senior brother must be Lin, right? He loves to eat our three-fresh wontons the most. He comes to eat a bowl every few days..."

After a while of back and forth, Song Ying's face was almost stiff from smiling. The wontons were finally ready. She let out a sigh of relief, finally done.

"Uncle, how much is it?"

"Hey, we're all neighbors, it doesn't matter what money is."

This was obviously a polite remark, so Song Ying naturally couldn't take it seriously. She declined, "Neighbors can't not pay. Uncle, you're also a small business owner. If everyone doesn't pay, how can you do business?"

"You are such a generous girl." The shopkeeper said with a smile, then took a step back and said, "Then you can just give 18 cents."

Song Ying had eaten wontons several times and knew that a bowl usually cost 7 wen, but the shopkeeper charged her 6 wen.

She smiled and counted out 18 coins and handed it over, then took the lunch box: "Thank you, uncle. I'll bring the lunch box to you when I have time."

"No, no! My wife will go to your clinic soon, just ask her to bring her back."

Song Ying agreed and left quickly with the food box.

Although many people have been very enthusiastic towards her for various reasons since she arrived at the Shen Mansion, Song Ying still finds it difficult to adapt.

Arriving at the clinic, she had just greeted Lin Wenxuan, but before she could even mention the wontons, Lin Wenxuan pointed toward the clinic and said, "Go in quickly. Aunt Chen is waiting for you inside."

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, "A patient waiting for my acupuncture?"

Lin Wenxuan nodded. "She came here early in the morning before we even opened the door. Let's go in quickly. After the acupuncture, Aunt Chen has to go back to the shop. She stopped doing business for half a day just to come here."

When Song Ying heard this, he quickly handed him the food box and said, "These are wontons. You and Uncle Master can eat them first."

After saying that, she walked in quickly.

In the consulting room, Aunt Chen was chatting with Doctor Ma. When she saw Song Ying coming in, her eyes lit up instantly, "Is this Doctor Song? Oh, does he look 10 years old? He can even give people acupuncture, it's amazing!"

Faced with such praise, Song Ying could only smile.

Doctor Ma introduced her: "This is Aunt Chen from the candied fruit stall. She heard you know acupuncture, so she came here specially. She also has stubborn numbness and cold numbness, similar to Aunt Wu yesterday."

Song Ying knew what was going on. Aunt Chen, like Aunt Wu, had to stand for long periods of time while setting up stalls, which caused strain. In addition, the climate in Jindi is humid, and selling food requires constantly washing hands and ingredients. Long-term contact with water would increase the dampness in the body.

"Madam, please go to the inner room and wait for me for a moment. I will get ready."

Aunt Chen stood up and went to the inner room. After taking two steps, she turned her head and asked, "Doctor Ma, you will stay outside the room all the time, right?"

Hearing this, Song Ying knew that even though the matter had come to an end, she still didn't trust herself a little bit. She didn't get angry, after all, she was old and had just arrived at the clinic.

If it were her, she would also be scared in this situation. It took a lot of courage for Aunt Chen to come to the clinic to ask her for acupuncture.

She helped Doctor Ma answer: "Don't worry, Auntie, my uncle will be outside all the time. If I'm unsure, I'll ask him."

Aunt Chen nodded and said embarrassedly, "Don't worry, little girl. It's not that I don't trust you. After all, you are young and inexperienced, so it's inevitable that you are unsure. Your uncle is watching you, so you don't have to worry."

"Auntie, I understand. Please go in quickly." Song Ying took out the silver needle from the drawer, picked up the candlestick, and followed her into the inner room.

After roasting the silver needles, she pressed Aunt Chen's waist and asked, "Auntie, how does it feel here?"

"It hurts so much. I couldn't feel anything when I woke up this morning. It felt like my waist wasn't my own. It hurts so much now!"

Aunt Chen was just complaining about her pain when she suddenly felt a pain in her waist. She couldn't help but screamed, "You, you've been given an acupuncture injection?"

"Yes, Auntie, please relax." Song Ying answered calmly and as a matter of course.

Aunt Chen opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She had come to the doctor for acupuncture on her own initiative and had even taken off her clothes. Now how could she blame him for inserting the needle too quickly and without leaving her any time to prepare?

Song Ying sensed her nervousness and started talking to her, "Auntie, is your candied fruit stall located under the archway on the street?"

"Yes, it has been there for more than ten or twenty years."

"No wonder I felt that you looked familiar. In the past, during the Chinese New Year, my family would buy a lot of candied fruits from your candied fruit stand. My little cousin likes sweets very much, and he loves your candied fruits the most."

Listening to this casual conversation, Auntie Chen finally relaxed and said with a smile: "Come back next time, I'll give you a discount."

"Then I would like to thank you in advance..."