Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Woman's disease
Changping Village.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

But she still pretended to be calm and followed Mrs. Sun into the house. After entering the house, Mrs. Sun closed the door again.

At the door, Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong looked at each other.

Old Yang's face was full of surprise, and he was still a little dissatisfied: "What's going on? It's so mysterious, what are you doing?"

Yang Huazhong smiled wryly.

He can understand the old man's displeasure, the old man must think that Wang Sheng can't act.

With so many people in the family waiting at the door, Wang Sheng should consider everyone's feelings instead of just calling Qing'er in to talk.

"Father, Wang Sheng should have his arrangements. Maybe it's inconvenient for us men to be here for Mei'er's affairs!"

After Yang Huazhong thought about it, he could only explain it this way.

For women's problems, it is naturally better to talk to women.

Mother is getting old, and when she encounters such a thing, she will be confused and concerned, and she must not be able to think rationally.

As for Qing'er Niang, let alone her, she definitely has no idea when encountering such a thing, I'm afraid she may not understand what Wang Sheng said!
Therefore, Qing'er had to go in.

As for their father and brother waiting at the door, no matter how anxious or worried, men and women are different after all, and they can't go forward unless it is absolutely necessary.

After Yang Huazhong explained it like this, Old Yang Tou seemed to understand something.The old man frowned and sat in the wheelchair waiting patiently, no longer complaining.

In the room, Yang Huamei lay straight on the bed, with silver needles pierced into her stomach, arms, and legs.

She closed her eyes tightly and listened to her breathing, which was relatively even, and she seemed to be asleep.

Mrs. Tan stood by Yang Huamei's bed, staring at Yang Huamei without blinking. If it weren't for the tears falling down, Yang Ruoqing would have thought that the old lady had been acupunctured.

Wang Sheng was standing in front of the desk by the window, sorting out the small bottles and cans in the medicine box.

"Brother Wangsheng?"

Yang Ruoqing came to the table and called him softly.

Wang Sheng put down the work in his hands, raised his eyes and found that it was Yang Ruoqing, turned around and looked at the bedside, then turned his eyes away and told her about Yang Huamei's situation in a low voice.

"Your aunt's syncope is caused by blood cold and qi deficiency, qi stagnation and blood stasis. The external symptoms are emaciation and emaciation, but the internal symptoms are restlessness and irritability, and irregular menstruation."

"Just now, I gave her acupuncture at Taixi, Guanyuan, Qihai, Uterus, Shenque and other acupoints in an attempt to unblock the meridian and supervising meridians and enhance Yang Qi."

"This bottle is Baicao Ling, which is used to smear the acupoints she just had the needles on. Every morning, remember to rub it and massage it to enhance the righteousness."

"This pack is Samadhi real fire fumigation powder. Mix it with warm water and apply it on the Guanyuan acupoint on the lower abdomen every night before going to bed to improve the coldness of the uterus, expel cold and dehumidification, and warm the uterus."

Yang Ruoqing took the medicine Wang Sheng handed over, and asked about Yang Huamei's dietary precautions in daily life.

Wang Sheng explained to her in detail again that it was almost time. He went to collect the silver needle from Yang Huamei's body, and fed a brown liquid that looked like honey but was not honey into her mouth.

Tan asked Wangsheng nervously: "When will my Meier wake up?"

Wang Sheng said: "For a stick of incense, the old lady should not worry. This disease is not life-threatening, but Xu can take care of it carefully."

Tan nodded mechanically, only remembering Wang Sheng's phrase 'not endangering life' in his mind...

Yang Ruoqing sent Wang Sheng out again, and when he got outside, Wang Sheng was surrounded by old Yang Tou and Yang Huazhong. Facing Lao Yang's questioning, Wang Sheng thought about his words and said:
"Women's disease needs time to recuperate."

"Women's disease?"

Yang Huazhong didn't ask any more questions immediately, as a brother, he had to avoid some things.

But Old Yang was different. He was full of doubts: "Before, he was fine, why did he suddenly get sick? There must be an incentive for everything, right?"

Old Yangtou's words also reminded Yang Ruoqing who was on the side. After thinking for a while, she also asked Wang Sheng: "My aunt normally doesn't have bad living habits, and now the diet is better than before, and the crops in the fields don't need to be used. She takes care of it, what might be the reason?"

Wang Sheng glanced sideways at Yang Huamei who was lying on the bed behind him, pondered for a moment, and said: "It is said in medical books that all diseases are caused by anger, anger causes anger, and thinking causes anger to stagnate. Excessive thinking can easily freeze the energy."

After hearing these words, Yang Ruoqing understood and fell into deep thought.

Old Yang was confused when he heard it, "Huh? Wang Sheng, can you stop dragging the text? Tell me something I can understand?"

Wang Sheng raised his hand and touched the short beard on his chin, feeling a little embarrassed.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Master, to put it bluntly, my aunt needs to control her temper in the future, be open-minded, and don't get angry with others or sulk with herself. Besides, be optimistic and positive, and don't always think about the people and things in the past. Something made me live in the shadows and couldn't get out!"

It was still Yang Ruoqing's explanation that appealed to Old Yang's head, and the old man was immediately enlightened.

"Hey, your aunt, it's because you are against yourself!" The old man sighed, and pushed the wheelchair aside to digest himself.

"Wangsheng, drink tea in the front yard."

Yang Huazhong moved over and greeted Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng waved his hand: "Thank you, I won't drink anymore. I have something to do at home. I'll go back first, and I'll call again if there is any situation."

Yang Huazhong knew very well that Wangsheng's family opened a medical clinic, and there were many villagers and elders who went to his house to see a doctor every day. Even if they went to see a doctor, they couldn't delay too long, so he didn't force Wangsheng to drink tea.

"Okay, then I'll take you out."

As Yang Huazhong said, he was about to see him off, when Luo Fengtang came to stop him.

"I'll deliver it for my father-in-law." He turned to help take the heavy medicine box from Wang Sheng's hand, and made a gesture: "Brother Wang Sheng, this way please."

After sending Wang Sheng away, Yang Huamei woke up after a while. Except for Luo Fengtang and Yu Xingkui who avoided her, everyone else came into the house to visit Yang Huamei.

Old Yang sat by the bed and relayed Wang Sheng's words to Yang Huamei.

At the end, the old Chinese said earnestly: "Mei Er, people cannot be resurrected after death, so stop thinking about embolisms in the future. Look at your body, you have these problems at a young age, how can you fix it in the future?" !"

Mrs. Tan also wiped away her tears and persuaded Yang Huamei: "Look at your mother, I am 70 years old and don't have women's disease. You are suffering from such a disease in your early thirties, just because of that short-lived ghost Wang Shuanzi. Is it worth it?"

Yang Huamei was listening to the teaching with her head down, when Tan Shi said this, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at her.

"Mother, death is the most important thing, can you always stop talking about Shuanzi like that?"

Tan habitually wanted to go back to the past, and really couldn't bear the sight of her daughter being sickened by a dead person.

But facing Yang Huamei's almost pleading eyes, Tan's heart softened.

"Okay, okay, mother can stop scolding him, but you have to promise mother, don't think about him anymore!"

"Mother, my illness...has nothing to do with whether I want Shuanzi or not." Yang Huamei said weakly.

(End of this chapter)