Siheyuan: Traveling through three years to gain the power of a palm

"No"

"I can cure it!"

"The miracle doctor, save me."

Sha Zhu stood up in anger, but when he heard Doctor Song say that it could be cured, his legs went weak and he knelt down.

Doctor Song wasn't angry. As he said, he'd seen people like Sha Zhu many times. They were incredibly stubborn in public, pretending to be decent gentlemen, but behind the scenes, they still had to beg him for treatment. This was a new era; otherwise, he would have made Sha Zhu kowtow to him.

Taking out a pen, Doctor Song skillfully wrote down the prescription on a piece of paper, saying, "This is the first course of treatment. Take it for half a month first. This half month is a recuperation period. Avoid excessive exercise. After you finish, come back for the second course of treatment. You need to take this for at least two months. Remember it?"

"I remember, I remember." Sha Zhu nodded repeatedly, repeating every word, not daring to forget it at all.

After getting the prescription from Doctor Song, Sha Zhu went downstairs to get the medicine. The clerk on the first floor could tell the ailment, the prescribed medicine, and the proper dosage with just a glance. Just like the story of the oil seller, practice makes perfect.

Carrying the medicine bag, Sha Zhu covered his face again and sneaked out.

Not long after, another man with his face covered came to the door of Xiongfeng Hall.

"Is Doctor Song here?"

The second floor.

"What's your last name?"

"He, my name is He Yuzhu." Xu Damao said seriously as he sat in front of Doctor Song.

……

Xu Damao received a different treatment from Sha Zhu because Doctor Song discovered that he had been treated by his mentor, Doctor Lu. This piqued his interest. You know, it takes a lot of money or a very difficult disease to get his master to treat you.

But he didn't say it out loud. He treated the patient just like any other patient, going through all the necessary procedures. He took the patient's pulse and suddenly frowned. "You must have taken some powerful medicine before, right?"

"Doctor Song is really good. I did drink a kind of medicinal wine before, and its power..."

Xu Damao explained his glorious past achievements. Doctor Song's eyes revealed curiosity. As a senior andrologist, he had handled a surprising number of related drugs, although the variety was not large.

But in his decades of medical practice, he had never heard of such a medicinal wine. He could find a few similarly potent medicinal wines, but they were all highly explosive, as strong as iron when used but as white as cotton afterward. They were all detrimental to the body, and excessive use could even shorten lifespan. After all, medicine is always toxic.

Everything else was meant to slowly improve the body's condition, gradually restore physical abilities, and then slowly strengthen it. And according to Xu Damao, the kind he drank didn't seem to be harmful. If true, then this wine recipe was a path to a lifetime of wealth. However, he still hadn't brought it up yet. Who would ask about this right away? He could slowly build up the relationship; the person would eventually come.

"Come, I'll get you some medicine." Doctor Song smiled sincerely, making people feel as if he was a good doctor saving the world.

Xu Damao was also very honored, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He had not expected that Doctor Song would be so approachable, which was completely different from the legend.

After leaving the house, Xu Damao could only sigh that Doctor Song was such a good man. Not only did he personally prescribe medicine for him, he also gave him a recipe for making tea, telling him to drink more tea on a daily basis, which would help his health and enhance his endurance.

At Xiongfeng Hall, a waiter was puzzled as to why Doctor Song personally dispensed the medicine, using only the finest herbs from his collection. He asked, "Master, why are you so polite to this man? Didn't he also come to you for treatment?"

"That's different. Ask someone to find out about He Yuzhu. The one with the Mali face should be a worker in a factory. I'm going out for a while."

Doctor Song told his servant to go back and change his clothes. He was going to ask his master, Doctor Lu, about the medicinal wine.

……

In the courtyard, Sha Zhu borrowed a medicine pot from someone else's house.

Yang Shufen looked at Sha Zhu, who was holding the medicine bag in his left hand and the medicine pot in his right hand, and asked with concern, "Brother Zhu, what are you doing with this medicine pot? Are you feeling unwell?"

Sha Zhu looked a little unnatural and said, "Well, I haven't been feeling well these past two days. I saw a doctor and he gave me some medicine that I need to take for a while."

Yang Shufen took the medicine pot and said, "Brother Zhuzi, let me make some medicine for you. I was the one who made the medicine for my parents when they were sick."

"Okay, then. The doctor said to simmer it over low heat and reduce the three bowls of water to one bowl." Sha Zhu explained the precautions and then added, "Well, the doctor told me to rest well during this period and get a good night's sleep. Shufen, let's rest tonight."

Yang Shufen's face was tinged with worry. If she told him she had any feelings for Sha Zhu, she wouldn't believe it. They'd only met twice before the marriage, so there was no basis for love. It was just that Sha Zhu was a city dweller, had a job as a chef, and had promised to teach his skills to her younger brother, offering the Yang family a way out. He was a good marriage partner.

Their marriage was more like a transaction. Sha Zhu provided the material support, while she would bear him a child to carry on the family line. So she was quite eager, but she also knew it depended on fate. If fate was right, it might work once, but if not, there would be no progress for seven or eight years.

Seeing Yang Shufen nod, Sha Zhu finally felt relieved. This meat is delicious, but you can't eat too much. It makes your cheeks hurt from chewing it.

Chapter 156 Married Life

Xu Damao didn't go home directly after returning to the courtyard, but instead went to the Jiang family's house. There were two medicine pots in the yard. One was shared by everyone, and anyone who needed to use it could go and get it. There was no such thing as holding onto a medicine pot without giving it away, as it would easily lead to a beating. The other one belonged to the Jiang family, who used it for their own use and generally didn't lend it out.

Xu Damao had a smile on his face, "Auntie, are you coaxing the child?"

"Da Mao, come in and sit down. Why aren't you at work today?"

"I'm not feeling well, so I took a leave to see a doctor. I just got some medicine." Xu Damao put the medicine on the table, took out a few candies from his pocket and put them in Pengpeng's little hand.

"Auntie, I want to discuss something with you?"

"You are being a little distant. If you have any problem, just tell me. If your aunt can't help you, you still have your uncle."

"Oh, auntie, you are so helpful to me." Xu Damao clapped his hands and smiled.

"Aunt, I don't have any filming duties these days, right? My mother isn't in the yard either, and Xiao'e can't even make steamed buns, let alone boil some medicine. So I thought you might have a medicine pot at home, and I'd like to trouble you to help boil some medicine for me."

"It's worth your help. I have some candies at home. I'll bring them to you later."

Xu Damao knew that even if he had a good relationship with Jiang Fan, there was no point in asking Shen Yue for help for nothing. Especially when it came to boiling medicine, if someone had a taboo, they would probably curse.

"What are you sending me, kid? It's just a simple matter of making some medicine. Why not just tell me?"

"Oh, thank you, auntie." Xu Damao said happily, and then he told Shen Yue the precautions for decocting the medicine.

Shen Yue wrote down everything and set a time with Xu Damao to come and get the medicine at that time.

After resolving the issue, Xu Damao happily returned home. He wanted to tell Lou Xiaoe that he wanted to take a break for a few days.

After get off work.

As soon as you pass the gate of the courtyard, you can smell the scent of medicine.

"Whose family is sick?"

Jiang Daniu fanned the air in front of him. The smell of the decoction varied depending on the ingredients, but few people wanted to smell the scent of medicine.

But in a courtyard house, everyone is a neighbor, so even if someone doesn't like the taste, they won't say anything. No one knows when they will have to cook a pot of the same soup at home.

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, smelled something different from the medicinal scent. "This is wolfberry, epimedium, mulberry..."

Jiang Fan's mouth corners slightly raised, well, these are all good things that middle-aged men like.

Entering the courtyard, Jiang Fan was stunned. The smell of medicine was actually coming from his own home. He squinted at his father and thought, "As expected, men become somewhat powerless once they reach forty, even a strong man like my dad is no exception."

Jiang Fan knows what this medicine is used to treat, but no one else knows.

When Jiang Daniu and Jiang Ping'an saw that the smell of Chinese medicine came from their home, they thought something had happened to someone at home, so they quickly ran back home, and Jiang Fan followed closely behind.

After returning home and asking around, I finally found out what had happened and was relieved. I was glad no one in the family was sick.

"Mom, did Xu Damao say he was sick? Should we go see him?" Jiang Ping'an asked.

"He didn't tell me what illness he had, he just asked me to help him make medicine."

"It's okay, you don't have to go. I'll just go take a look. The medicine's ready, so I'll take it to him." Jiang Fan waved his hand. He knew that even if Xu Wude asked Xu Damao, he wouldn't necessarily tell the truth. How could he talk about kidney deficiency?

Carrying the medicine pot to the backyard, Jiang Fan knocked on the door of Xu's house.

"Sister-in-law Xiao'e, where is Brother Damao? Is he home? His medicine is ready."

It was Lou Xiaoe who opened the door. When she saw that the person coming was Jiang Fan, she made way and let him in.

"He's asleep. I don't know how many naps he gets every day. He didn't wake up until almost eight in the morning. He went out to see a doctor during the day, and when he came back, the doctor told him to get some rest. He fell asleep right away and hasn't woken up yet."

Lou Xiao'e took the medicine pot, found a bowl, poured out the medicine, and added a spoonful of sugar for fear that the medicine would be bitter.

"Forget it if he's not awake. Sister-in-law, I'm back and I have to go back to cook."

"Okay, I won't keep you here. I can't cook either." Lou Xiao'e felt a little embarrassed. She had been married to Xu Damao for a month, and during this month, Xu Damao had been serving her, cooking for her, washing her feet, and she even rarely cleaned the house.

She was very satisfied with this kind of life, except for the public toilet at the entrance of the courtyard. She also thought about whether to build a toilet at home like the Jiang family, but she gave up the idea.

After all, her background wasn't good, and building a toilet there would likely indicate a certain hedonistic nature. It was fine if others didn't know her background, but if they did, they'd report her and she'd be in trouble. Fortunately, her family had a good relationship with the Jiang family, so using the restroom there was convenient.

Lou Xiao'e sighed, placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table, sat down on the bedside, and woke Xu Damao.

"Da Mao, get up and take your medicine."

……

late at night.

Jia family.

Jia Dongxu has not had a good time these days. Xu Damao and Sha Zhu got married one after another, which reminded Qin Huairu of the days when they just got married a few years ago.

At that time, Jia Dongxu was about 20 years old and full of energy. Qin Huairu lived a happy life. Although she was a little tired, every day was fulfilling. But as time passed, Jia Dongxu became less and less capable, and gradually could not keep up with Qin Huairu's needs.

Especially in the past six months, food prices have risen and he has consumed less nutrition every day.

Although I can maintain the work needs, it would be too difficult to satisfy Qin Huairu.

As soon as the sleeping Banggen was sent to Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu took the initiative to approach Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu, I'm cold."

"Cover yourself with the quilt." Jia Dongxu grabbed the quilt around his neck tightly.

"Dongxu, we've both been together for several days..."

Qin Huairu wanted to struggle again when she heard Jia Dongxu snoring.

“Huh~chi~, huh~chi~”

Qin Huairu, knowing that she couldn't do anything, turned around and sulked at Jia Dongxu. She was now twenty-six or twenty-seven years old and had been married for eight years. She had no fun doing housework and taking care of the children.

The only source of her happiness is Jia Dongxu's company. Now Jia Dongxu doesn't often accompany her anymore. How can she sleep alone?

The next day, a figure that looked like a woman entered Xiongfeng Hall.

"Doctor Song, my husband..."

"Comrade, I sympathize with your situation, but we are doctors. We cannot prescribe medicine for you without seeing the patient. Please understand."

Chapter 157: New Year is coming

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

The steel mills were closing down again, and that meant the Lunar New Year was just around the corner. The year 59 was drawing to a close, and the dawn of the 60s was just around the corner.

At the steel mill, we only work half a day today. While it's called work, there's not much to do. Everyone helps each other out, cleans the workshop, chats, collects their wages and benefits, and then goes home. (I don't know the real situation, so I'll just go with it.)

There are only five people in the technical department, and someone from the finance department comes directly over, and it only takes one minute to sign and receive the money.

This is also the tradition of the finance office. They go to the departments with fewer people first, pay their wages, and then notify the people in each workshop to collect their wages.

This year is a bad year. In addition to normal wages, overtime pay and subsidies, the only benefit the factory provides is a pound of flour.

The steel mill employed over 10,000 people, so it would need at least 10,000 kilograms of flour. If Li Huaide hadn't used his connections at the grain station, getting these 10,000 kilograms of flour would have been a real problem. Meanwhile, at the pre-annual meeting, Li Huaide was promoted to deputy director of the steel mill.

Jiang Fan knew that this was just the beginning of the year, and there would probably be no benefits in the next two years. The steel mill would even have to lay off temporary workers to reduce expenses.

As the saying goes, my salary has been received, if I don’t expand my income, who will?

After receiving their salary, people in the office pack up their things and prepare to leave. They have to rush to the mall and the supply and marketing cooperative to see if there is anything else they want to buy. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so they have to stock up on some New Year's goods.

"Have you bought all the New Year's goods for your family? Do you have enough food?"

"The New Year's goods are almost here. Now that I've got the receipts, I just need to make one more trip. But food? Oh, there's no food to eat these days."

Ding Lei sighed, clutching his payslip. His family was lucky; a few years ago, when their household registration was changed, everyone had been registered as an urban hukou, and everyone had a certain amount of money.

Even though there are fixed quotas, they are not necessarily enough to eat. Nowadays, food is not very oily, so if you want to fill your stomach, you have to eat more, so people nowadays eat a lot.

Unlike Jiang Fan's time, adding oil once to a dish would be enough to last half a month. With enough oil and water, the body can get nutrients, so you eat less.

Jiang Fan also shook his head, indicating that everyone was the same, and their family still had a food shortage for three people.

"Jiang Fan, you are so lucky. I wish I could catch a gangster like you."

The person who was speaking was Zhao Wen. He had failed the last engineer assessment and had not been promoted, so he was still a level 10 technician.

"Good luck? I'll give you this luck, do you want it?" Jiang Fan picked up the newspaper on the table and threw it over.

When Jiang Fan told the technical staff about his capture of the criminals, he was being honest, not exaggerating. Perhaps the process was simply easier, which gave everyone the feeling that they could do it too. It's just throwing a lump of coal; if you catch someone, you get a reward. Throwing a lump of iron would be fine, too.

At noon, the steel rolling mill officially ended its work for the year and closed its doors.