Changping Village.

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

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

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

Old Yang looked surprised and a little dissatisfied: "What is the situation? It's mysterious, what's the point?"

Yang Huazhong smiled bitterly.

He could understand the old man's dissatisfaction, and the old man must think that Wangsheng would not be able to act.

With so many people waiting at the door of the house, Wangsheng should consider everyone's feelings, rather than just calling Qing'er in and talking.

"Dad, Wangsheng should have his arrangements. Maybe it's inconvenient for our man to be there!"

Yang Huazhong thought about it and could only explain this.

Of course, it is better to tell women about their problems.

My mother is old and will be confused when she encounters such a thing, and she will definitely not be able to think rationally.

As for Qing'er's mother, she doesn't have to mention it. She will definitely have no idea when encountering such a thing. I'm afraid that she may not be able to understand what Wangsheng said!

So, Qing'er has to go in.

As for the father and brother who were waiting at the door, no matter how anxious or worried they were, after all, there was a difference between men and women, and they could not go forward unless they had to.

After Yang Huazhong explained this, Old Yang seemed to understand something. The old man sat in a wheelchair with his brow locked and waited patiently, and stopped complaining.

In the room, Yang Huamei was lying straight on the bed, with silver needles on her belly, arms and legs.

She closed her eyes tightly, listened to her breathing, and seemed to be asleep.

Tan was standing beside Yang Huamei's bed, staring at Yang Huamei without blinking. If the tears were not falling down, Yang Ruoqing would have thought that the old lady had been lit.

Wangsheng stood in front of the desk on the other side of the window, cleaning up the small bottles and jars in the medicine box.

"Brother Wangsheng?"

Yang Ruoqing came to the table and called him in a low voice.

Wangsheng put down the work in his hand, raised his eyes and found that it was Yang Ruoqing. He turned around and looked at the edge of the bed, then he withdrew his gaze and whispered to her about Yang Huamei's situation.

"The cause of your aunt's fainting is caused by blood cold and qi deficiency, qi stagnation and blood stasis. The external symptoms are weight loss and haggardness, internal irritability, and irregular menstruation."

"Just just now, I put a needle on several acupoints such as Taixi acupoint, Guanyuan, Qihai, Zigong, Shenque, etc., trying to open the Du meridian and enhance the yang energy."

"This bottle is Baicao Ling, used to apply several acupoints she had just acupunctured. Remember to rub and press it every morning to enhance your vigor."

"This pack is Samadhi True Fire Fumigation Powder. Use warm water to apply it to the lower abdomen of Guanyuan point before going to bed every night to improve the cold uterus, drive away cold and remove dampness, and warm the uterus."

Yang Ruoqing took the medicine handed over by Wangsheng and asked some questions about Yang Huamei's dietary precautions in her daily life.

Wangsheng explained this to her carefully again. It was indeed almost time. He took the silver needles on Yang Huamei's body and fed her a brown liquid that looked a bit like honey but was not honey.

Tan asked Wangsheng nervously: "When will my Mei'er wake up?"

Wangsheng said: "Don't worry about the old lady for a stick of incense. This disease does not endanger your life, but you can take care of it carefully."

Tan nodded mechanically, only remembering Wangsheng's words "Not endangering his life"...

Yang Ruoqing sent Wangsheng out again. When he got outside, Wangsheng was surrounded by Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong. Faced with Lao Yangtou's questioning, Wangsheng carefully said:

"Women's symptoms need to be treated in time."

"Women's disease?"

Yang Huazhong immediately stopped asking, as brothers, there are some things that he has to avoid.

But Old Yang's head was different. He looked puzzled: "I've been doing well before, but why did I suddenly get sick? There must be a cause for everything, right?"

Old Yang's words also reminded Yang Ruoqing on the side. She thought for a while and asked Wangsheng: "My aunt will not have bad living habits. Now she is better at eating than before. She doesn't need to take care of the crops in the fields. What may be the cause?"

Wang Sheng looked at Yang Huamei lying on the bed behind him, pondered for a moment, and said, "The medical book says that all diseases are caused by anger. If anger is caused by anger, the qi will rise, and if you think too much, the qi will become stagnant."

Yang Ruoqing understood these words and fell into deep thought.

Old Yang was confused when he heard this, "Ah? Wangsheng, can you stop writing? Say something I can understand?"

Wangsheng raised his hand and touched the short beard on his lower jaw, which was a little embarrassed.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Master, to put it bluntly, my aunt should control her temper in the future and be open-minded. Don't be angry with others or sulk with yourself at any time. In addition, be optimistic and positive, and don't always think about the people and things of the past so that you can't get out of it!"

It was Yang Ruoqing's explanation that she was interested in Old Yang's appetite, and the old man was suddenly enlightened.

"Hey, your aunt, I can't get along with myself!" The old man sighed and pushed the wheelchair to the side to digest it.

"Wangsheng, have tea in the front yard."

Yang Huazhong moved over and greeted Wangsheng.

Wang Sheng waved his hand: "Thank you, I won't drink anymore. I'll go back first if there is anything at home. I'll call me if there is any situation."

Yang Huazhong knew that Wangsheng's home opened a clinic and there were many villagers who went to his house to see a doctor every day. Even if he went to the hospital, it would not take too long, so he did not force Wangsheng to drink tea.

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

Yang Huazhong said, just as he was about to come and see him off, Luo Fengtang had already come over to stop him.

"I'll go and give it to my father-in-law," he turned to help take the heavy medicine box in Wangsheng's hand and made a gesture: "Brother Wangsheng, please come here."

After seeing Wangsheng off, Yang Huamei woke up soon. Except for Luo Fengtang and Yu Xingkui avoided, everyone else went into the house to visit Yang Huamei.

Old Yang sat by the bed and passed on Wangsheng's words to Yang Huamei intact.

Finally, the old Chinese said earnestly: "Mei'er, a person cannot be resurrected from death. Don't think about Shuanzi anymore. Look at your body, you have these problems at a young age. What will happen to you in the future!"

Tan also wiped his tears and advised Yang Huamei: "Look at your mother and I, you are seventy years old and don't have any womb symptoms. You nodded just after you were thirty and you were so sick. Just for Wang Shuanzi's short-lived ghost, is it worth it?"

Yang Huamei was originally lowering her head to listen to the teachings, but suddenly Tan said this and looked up at her.

"Mom, death is the most important thing. Can you always say Shuanzi like that?"

Tan habitually wanted to retort, but he really couldn't stand his daughter being plagued by a dead person.

But when faced with Yang Huamei's almost begging eyes, Tan's heart softened.

"Okay okay, mom can't scold him, but you have to promise mom that you don't think of him anymore!"

"Mom, my disease... has nothing to do with whether I want to suppository." Yang Huamei said weakly.
Chapter completed!