Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 212 Admiration

"Doctor Ma, is the new young doctor here?"

A loud voice came from outside, Song Ying was startled, and the hand holding the needle almost shook.

"Here it comes! Keep your voice down." Doctor Ma put down the bowl and quickly stopped her. "He's giving acupuncture in the room. Don't startle him."

"Who is here so early?" The visitor was very surprised. Although he tried his best to lower his voice, it still sounded quite loud.

"It's Aunt Chen who sells preserved fruits. Madam Jiang, do you also want acupuncture?"

"Yes. Aunt Wu came back yesterday and talked about how she felt after acupuncture. We were so envious. If you hadn't closed, we would have come last night.

Just now when I was carrying water, I met Aunt Wu again. She said that she didn’t feel numb or painful when she got up this morning. You didn’t see her walking very fast while carrying two large buckets of water.”

Song Ying felt that Aunt Wu was very able to endure pain. The effect of acupuncture was limited, and she must still be in pain, but she was carrying water and walking briskly.

She sighed secretly, life is not easy, and no matter how sick she is, she cannot rest.

"Why did she go to fetch water? Where is her son? She can't do heavy work now." There was a strong sense of disapproval in Doctor Ma's voice.

The loud-voiced woman sighed and said, "With the situation at her home, if she doesn't do it, who will? You know her son, he walks around all day long, and it's hard to get him to come home for dinner."

Aunt Chen in the room heard this and kept interrupting, "I think it's useless for her to work so hard. If she doesn't teach her son well, no matter how much money she makes, it will be in vain. When she returns to the mountains, her son will squander all the family wealth within a year."

The Jiang family's wife echoed loudly: "That's not the truth, but then again, if Aunt Wu could really be cruel, her son wouldn't have developed the reckless personality he has today."

"That's true." Aunt Chen agreed.

Madam Jiang looked into the inner room and said, "Doctor Ma, you eat first. I'll go in and take a look."

As he said this, he lifted the curtain and went in.

Aunt Chen also said, "Yes, Doctor Ma, you should eat quickly. I'm afraid the patients today won't come. If you come any later, you'll be very busy again."

When the Jiang family's wife came in and saw Song Ying, she was also shocked, "How can the young doctor be so young?"

After saying this, he saw Song Ying using the silver needles in a very good manner and could not help but praise him: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that a child could give people acupuncture."

Song Ying took the time to look at her, smiled and nodded as a greeting, "Sister Jiang, please sit down for a while."

"Oh, this little mouth is so sweet, maybe it's smeared with honey?" Mrs. Jiang was delighted.

Time passed, and Aunt Chen's acupuncture was finally over. Song Ying put the used silver needles aside and motioned for Mrs. Jiang to come over and lie down.

While roasting the silver needles, she asked, "Uncle Master, is it the same for Sister Jiang?"

"Yes." After a pause, Doctor Ma added, "She just gave birth two months ago, and her Qi and blood are insufficient. You can also prick the Sanyinjiao, Shenque, Mingmen, Taiyuan, and Chengshan acupoints."

"Okay." Song Ying agreed.

Lin Wenxuan, who was outside the house, looked at the wontons with some oil condensed on the surface, then looked at the closed curtain and took the wontons away.

Mrs. Jiang had seen Song Ying giving Aunt Chen acupuncture, so she wasn't worried about her lack of experience. As she lay down, she asked Aunt Chen, "Auntie, how do you feel?"

Aunt Chen twisted her waist and said, "It doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore."

Song Ying smiled and told her, "Come again tomorrow and do a few more injections so that the effect will be obvious. Don't do heavy work when you go back."

"Okay! I'll remember that!" Aunt Chen responded happily, and then said to Jiang's wife, "Xingwang, you take your time to treat it. I'm leaving first."

"Go quickly, Auntie. There may be a bunch of kids waiting for you to set up the stall."

"It's so cold, how can those children get up?"

Aunt Chen went out, paid the money and left.

Song Ying had just given Madam Jiang the first injection when another patient came in, still seeking acupuncture from her.

Song Ying was surprised and delighted. As long as someone came to her for help, and she treated more acupuncture, future patients, even if they were distrustful of her because of her age, would be very persuasive by citing the examples of patients she had treated.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at her stomach. She was just too hungry. After giving the Jiang family's wife the acupuncture, she had to eat first.

As I was thinking, someone outside said, "Doctor Ma, is the new doctor here?"

Then, one after another, aunts and sisters came to her for acupuncture.

Song Ying was stunned, and the patients who came to see Doctor Ma were also stunned. Looking at the room full of women, they thought something big had happened.

Doctor Ma saw that something was not right, so he called Lin Wenxuan over and said, "Wenxuan, please help the aunts and wives to line up."

Then he said to the women, "This acupuncture treatment will take about two quarters of an hour. You should come in your order and estimate the time."

When the women heard this, they thought it was a good idea. They all had work to do and it was not a good idea to just sit there and wait.

After the women left, the clinic was finally less crowded. An old man with a cold who was waiting to see Dr. Ma asked curiously, "Doctor Ma, why are all those women coming for acupuncture? Is there something wrong in the city?"

"It's okay. My senior sister's apprentice came to the clinic to gain experience. These neighbors have been running shops and stalls for a long time, and their waists and legs are not good. It's hard to find a female doctor who knows acupuncture, so she came quickly."

"There are female doctors in this world?!" the old man exclaimed.

"Of course there are. Otherwise, what would we do if those ladies got sick?" Doctor Ma explained and said no more, concentrating on taking the patient's pulse.

Quarter of an hour later, Song Ying came out from behind the curtain holding a silver needle. The old man was so surprised to see this little girl that he could not close his mouth.

"Such a little girl, can she give people an acupuncture injection? You must be kidding me."

The wife of the Jiang family just came out and heard what was going on: "Father, don't underestimate Doctor Song because he is young. He is very capable. He gave Aunt Wu next door acupuncture yesterday, and she told us that she felt much better when she came back. She was able to go fetch water this morning!"

She rubbed her waist and said, "I feel my waist is warm now, not as cold as before."

"Is it really that powerful?" The old man was still skeptical.

Song Ying did not argue for herself. She said to the waiting patient, "Aunt, please wait a moment. I have to boil the silver needles."

"Go quickly, go quickly!" The aunt didn't mind the long wait, and pulled Mrs. Jiang to ask nervously and expectantly.

Song Ying went to the pharmacy, quickly set up a small pot, and lit the fire to boil water.

Lin Wenxuan pointed to the charcoal stove next to him and said, "I'll keep the wontons warm for you. Go eat quickly and I'll cook the silver needles for you."