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Song Jing smiled a little, "Grandpa Han, long time no see."

"It's been a long time. It's been more than ten years. Come and sit down." Han Xingxiu smiled and beckoned her to sit on the sofa.

"Grandpa Han, don't worry about sitting down. I'll go see Grandma Han's illness first. Is Grandma Han in the bedroom?"

"Yes, yes, I will take you there." Han Xingxiu immediately took Song Jing to a room that was cleaned up and used as a ward.

Grandma Han was lying on the bed with a haggard face and was still in a coma. It could be seen from her face that she was a gentle and kind old lady when she was awake.

Song Jing stepped forward, first put the backpack gently on the floor beside the bed, and took out Grandma Han's hand from under the quilt to feel her pulse.

Han Xingxiu and Zhai Zhengqing looked at each other, and they both stared at Song Jing closely.

They knew that Song Jing learned medical skills from her parents and her grandparents since she was a child. She has dabbled in both Chinese and Western medicine, and she has a lot of attainments in medical skills.

However, Grandma Han's illness has been diagnosed by many experts and doctors, but no ideal treatment plan has been obtained.Even though they knew that Song Jing's medical skills were reliable, they still couldn't help being nervous. Deep in their hearts, they were still afraid that the final diagnosis would still be unsatisfactory and that they would not be able to have an accurate treatment plan.

Song Jing lowered his eyes and carefully felt Grandma Han's pulse. After a while, he put Grandma Han's hand back under the bed, then went to look at Grandma Han's eyes, and opened Grandma Han's mouth to check.

After checking, Song Jing leaned over and opened the zipper of the backpack, and took out a wrapped black cloth bag from inside. He spread the cloth bag on the bedside table, and inside were rows of silver needles of different sizes.

"Xiao Jing, what is the illness of Master Mistress?" Zhai Zhengqing couldn't help asking.

"Grandpa Han, I have a question I want to ask." Song Jing asked while taking the needle, "Did Grandma Han ever accidentally fall into the water before?"

Han Xingxiu clenched his hands nervously, "Yes. A few months ago, Xin Rong said that he was always running back and forth between the hospital and his home, and it was very boring, so we went to the suburbs and found an old house to live in for two months. The old house There is a small stream behind, the water is not deep but very clear, we often go for a walk by the river. One day we saw a group of children crossing the stream, one of them fell down, I went to pull it, but I couldn’t stand firmly on my feet. When I fell, Xin Rong came to pull me, and fell again. She fell and lay down, her whole body was submerged in the water, which shocked me at the time."

"Girl Song, could it be that Xinrong's aggravation is related to that drowning?"

"Yeah." Song Jing leaned over holding the silver needle, and the silver needle in his hand pierced the acupuncture point on Grandma Han's head, twisted slowly, and then took another silver needle to continue piercing, "Grandpa Han, I need some sesame oil , do you have any at home?"

"Yes, I know where it is, I'll get it." Zhai Zhengqing quickly went to the kitchen to get the sesame oil bottle, opened the lid and handed it to Song Jing, "Xiaojing, the sesame oil is here."

Song Jing put the silver needle into the sesame oil bottle, dipped it in the sesame oil, turned his head and slowly inserted it into the acupuncture point on Grandma Han's head.

Han Xingxiu and Zhai Zhengqing looked very nervous. They didn't know what the purpose of Song Jing's injection of sesame oil was, but it was not good to disturb her at this time.

Song Jing twirled the six silver needles on Grandma Han's forehead, and suddenly withdrew his hand to return the one that was stained with sesame oil, twisted it around, and pulled it out violently.

Han Xingxiu and Zhai Zhengqing's eyes widened, only to see a hair-thin black-brown worm poked on the pulled out silver needle, and they were both startled and disgusted instantly.

"Lighter." Song Jing spread his hands.

Zhai Zhengqing was a smoker and had a lighter on him, so he handed it over immediately.

Song Jing turned on the lighter, put the wriggling black-brown worm on the silver needle onto the fire, and with a few clicks, the worm was scorched to death by the flames.

"Song girl, what is this?"

"A freshwater parasite." Song Jing wrapped the dead bug in a piece of paper and threw it into the trash can, "It will enter the human brain through the mouth and nose, and feed on the human brain nerves and certain brain tissues. At first it is too small to be seen, and after a while it grows slowly in the human brain."

Song Jing explained and turned around to take off the other silver needles on the top of Grandma Han's head, "This thing is very cunning, it knows how to disguise itself, and it can't be seen by CT scans." That's why Grandma Han did various checks in the hospital , but still can not find the cause of the disease.

However, after this parasite enters the brain, it is not true or there is no trace. There will be some changes in the upward direction of the pulse, and light-colored fine lines as thin as hair will appear on the wall of the mouth.

After Song Jing checked Grandma Han, she determined the reason, so she asked Grandma Han if she had any accidents of falling into the water before.

Han Xingxiu clasped his hands and asked cautiously, "Is Xinrong all right now?"

"Grandma Han will wake up in 10 minutes. During this period of time, Grandma Han's brain has been damaged, and she still needs to recuperate for a while. I will prescribe a prescription, and you can buy the medicine accordingly, and just cook it for Grandma Han every day."

"A set of medicine is boiled three times, and the three medicine soups are mixed together for two days, three times a day, and taken after meals."

While talking, Song Jing put the silver needle back into his bag, and took out a pen and paper to write down the prescription. The handwriting was scribbled but with a bold and strong brushstroke. At a glance, he could tell that the brushwork had become a class of his own, with a font unique to his handwriting.

Knowing that there was hope for his wife's illness, Han Xingxiu was finally relieved, and he was also in the mood to appreciate Song Jing's writing.

"After so many years, Miss Song's handwriting has developed her own strength, not bad." Han Xingxiu nodded appreciatively.

Song Jing smiled, "You still taught me, Grandpa Han."

"I have taught so many people, but not everyone can understand a little. What's more, I only taught you for five days when I was full. Zhengqing has followed me to learn writing for more than 20 years, and he is not as good as you." Han Xingxiu was very Relieved, he carefully put away the prescription, "I'll go buy medicine tomorrow."

"Teacher, I'm not that bad, am I?" Grandma Han's illness is hopeful to be cured, and everyone's mood is relaxed. Zhai Zhengqing joked with Han Xingxiu's words, "Although I can't compare with Xiaojing's ability, but I As long as I write well, I can still win a prize if I send my calligraphy to a city-level painting and calligraphy competition."

Song Jing was a little helpless, "Grandpa Han, Uncle Di, please stop making fun of me."

"Huh?" There was a movement on the bed, Han Xingxiu and Zhai Zhengqing immediately stopped teasing Song Jing, and walked nervously to the bedside.

Han Xingxiu lowered his voice, "My wife? My wife?"

Grandma Han's eyelids trembled, and she opened slowly, "Old man." After being in a coma for too long, Grandma Han's voice was very hoarse.

"Master." Zhai Zhengqing's eyes turned red.

Grandma Han turned her head, "Why is Zhengqing here?"

"I heard that you are seriously ill, so I came to see you." Zhai Zhengqing held Grandma Han's hand, "Now that you are fine, the teacher and I can rest assured."

"You are so busy and let you toss back and forth. I told the old man not to tell you."

"It doesn't matter if I run a few times, as long as you are fine. Mistress, how do you feel now?"

"It's much easier. My head doesn't hurt anymore, and my eyes don't swell anymore." Grandma Han smiled and looked at Song Jing, "Who is this?"

"My wife, she is the Song girl I often mention to you. Your illness is thanks to her." Han Xingxiu also tilted his head and wiped his eyes.

"Grandma Han." Song Jing called out politely.

"You are so handsome. You don't know, your grandpa Han always talks about you, but unfortunately I have been in poor health, otherwise we would have gone to Yincui Town to see you."

"It's okay, it's the same when I come to see you in the future."