Reborn 1980: Making a fortune and raising babies

Jing Yangui had to go to eat first, she was already hungry after class all morning, so she didn't have the strength to mess around with them.

Jiang Linfang giggled and pulled Bai Miaomiao to tickle her again, and the three girls made a fuss.

Seeing them chuckle like this, Shen Changtian didn't go to say hello to Jing Yangui, and went directly to the cafeteria.

Jing Yangui also saw Shen Changtian, and felt that the way he kept his distance now was quite good.

This way of getting along now, without disturbing each other, just ordinary classmates, no other entanglements.

On Sunday, Jing Yangui went to Huang's house early in the morning.

When she arrived at Huang's house, she saw an old man about 80 or [-] years old sitting on the threshold. He was leaning on crutches and seemed to have poor legs and feet.

Jing Yangui walked over and asked, "Old man, is this the Huang family?"

Mr. Huang looked at Jing Yangui. The girl looked gentle and polite, with delicate features, completely different from the arrogant and domineering one Huang Jin described.

When Jing Yangui got close, he could smell the faint scent of medicine on her body.

Mr. Huang immediately confirmed Jing Yangui's identity, and said with a smile, "This is the Huang family. Miss, do you have something to do with the Huang family?"

Jing Yangui nodded: "Mr. Huang invited me here, I wonder if he is at home?"

Mr. Huang nodded: "Your surname is Jing?"

Jing Yan nodded. Although Mr. Huang had heard a lot about her from Huang Jin, this was the first time he had seen her, and he was full of curiosity about her.

He stretched out his leg: "I heard that your medical skills are very good. My leg was soaked in ice water for several hours when I was young, and then the root of the disease fell."

"This leg suffers from the cold, and it will ache every now and then. It has become more and more serious in the past few years, and I can't even bend it today. Can you show me?"

When he said this, Jing Yangui knew that he must be Mr. Huang, and he was giving her a test question.

She smiled slightly: "Of course."

She squatted down and looked at the old man's leg, then felt his pulse, and asked with some surprise: "The old man's leg injury is unusual! Was he on the battlefield when he was young?"

Mr. Huang was a little surprised. The injury on his leg was very serious back then, and it was a bloody mess. Because of the injury, he was soaked in ice water and it was so serious. He was almost amputated that year.

It was because of his good luck that he met a doctor with good medical skills, so he saved this leg.

His injury has undergone several operations, and the original scar has long been invisible, but Jing Yangui was able to determine the original method of his injury just by feeling his pulse, which is not easy.

He smiled and said, "Yeah, I was beaten hard at the beginning, and I was injured accidentally. Do you think my leg can be healed?"

Jing Yangui sighed: "Your injury is an old injury, coupled with the cold air entering the body, it is really difficult to cure such an injury."

"The doctor who treated your injury at the beginning was very good at medical skills. It was not easy to save your leg. If he had been free back then, he could have carefully treated you, and you should not have such a problem. gone."

Mr. Huang didn't expect her to notice this, and chuckled lightly: "In the environment back then, there was a shortage of doctors and medicines, and there were so many wounded, it would be great if I could keep this leg, but I dare not ask for anything else. "

Jing Yangui nodded: "That's true. Now I can only remove some cold air for you, activate your tendons, and relieve your symptoms. Do you want to try it?"

Mr. Huang is also a doctor himself, but doctors don't heal themselves. Huang Jin has been helping him to treat his leg, and the effect is mediocre.

He smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll take a look at your medical skills."

It's early December now, and it's already very cold, with a tendency to snow.

In acupuncture and moxibustion, it is necessary to keep warm, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will easily get into the cold air, which will be very harmful to your body.

Mr. Huang asked Jing Yangui to help him into the side room, where a coal stove was burning and it was very warm.

Jing Yangui asked him to take off his cotton trousers, revealing his thin legs. She stretched out her hands and pressed a few acupuncture points, asked him how he felt, and then began to give the needles.

The way she inserts the needle is completely different from Huang's. She is very skilled in both the strength and the way of piercing.

Mr. Huang looked at her meaningfully. This girl is really interesting.

He didn't say much, and let her get the needle.

After she finished a set of stitches, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Mr. Huang asked her: "Have you practiced internal strength?"

Jing Yangui replied: "It's not considered internal strength, it's just that you usually stand on your feet. My master said that if acupuncture practitioners don't practice, their acupuncture and moxibustion skills will always be at the third-rate level, and they will never become masters."

"I want to become a master, but I usually have too many things to do, and I don't have much time to practice. I can only stand for half an hour in the morning and evening."

Mr. Huang smiled: "Your master is a sensible person."

After he finished speaking, he sighed again: "Doctors who study acupuncture understand this, but few can really do it. Your acupuncture skills are much better than my nephew."

Jing Yangui just smiled: "Doctor Huang's medical skills are also good."

"Before he met you, relying on the acupuncture skills passed down from his ancestors, he was pretty good in the emperor." Mr. Huang sighed quietly: "But now I know that we, uncle and nephew, are just watching the sky from sitting in a well."

It was hard for Jing Yangui to answer his words, so he just smiled.

Mr. Huang said slowly: "When it comes to studying medicine, I am most afraid of standing still, and the Huang family has been self-styled for many years."

"A Jin said that he was afraid that his ancestors would be dissatisfied if the medical skills passed down from his family were spread, but in my opinion, what he is afraid of is not this, but that you are better than him."

"I had some doubts before I met you, but now these doubts are gone, because I know that even without the acupuncture skills of the Huang family, you are better than him."

Jing Yangui smiled: "The old man is too much, Dr. Huang's acupuncture skills are quite brilliant, he has his own uniqueness."

Mr. Huang looked at her and said, "In your opinion, how about the acupuncture technique on that bronze figurine?"

Jing Yangui replied: "Very clever, a treasure in the world of Chinese medicine!"

Mr. Huang laughed: "You are telling the truth. Are you not afraid that I will hold on to our Huang family's baby if you say so?"

Jing Yangui replied while withdrawing the needle: "If you want to hold on to the baby, you won't let Dr. Huang call me over today."

"Dr. Huang has his limitations, but Mr. Huang, you are transparent and rational, and you have a bigger picture."

Mr. Huang asked her: "You mean it, it seems that if I don't agree, I won't see the big picture?"

Jing Yangui shook her head: "I dare not, I just think that Chinese medicine has not been easy these years. We should unite together and form a force, so that Chinese medicine can be strong."