Nianyang understood imdiately, "So Aunt Fang, you want to examine you?"
"Yes, Nianyang, I know it’s a bit shaless of to co to you for this, but I really can’t handle it anymore. I hope you don’t mind."
Fang Lan nodded with so embarrassnt.
She had heard about how Nianyang revived Teacher Bai from the Ghost Gate in front of everyone this morning and also cured the county’s flu virus. Now, Nianyang was the village’s famous Divine Doctor.
Thinking about how she had once underestimated Nianyang’s dical skills last ti, Fang Lan felt a bit ashad.
"Aunt Fang, why would I mind? I’m not the kind of person who holds grudges. You coming to for a consultation shows trust in , and I’m more than happy about it, why would I mind?"
Seeing that Nianyang truly didn’t care, Fang Lan’s expression relaxed. "Nianyang, you diagnosed my symptoms correctly last ti. I’ve indeed been suffering from insomnia for over six months, and my hands and feet get cold at night, but these are minor issues. What I really want to know is, since I’ve been married into Zhang Family for over half a year, there’s no movent in my belly. Can you find out why?"
Nianyang asked Fang Lan to extend her hand and started taking her pulse.
A few minutes later, Nianyang withdrew her hand, examined Fang Lan’s tongue, and had an answer in her mind.
"Aunt Fang, your pulse is floating, sinking, fine, wiry, and hollow. This indicates a condition of heat-dampness with a deficiency in both qi and yin."
"What does that an?"
Though Fang Lan didn’t understand, she felt it sounded impressive.
"Aunt Fang, you probably caught a cold in early spring this year but didn’t go to the doctor for dication, letting it heal on its own.
Then you began to feel cold hands and feet, suffer from insomnia all night, and wake up with a dry throat each morning, as if it were scorched by smoke, right?"
"Yes, yes!"
Fang Lan widened her eyes in disbelief. This Nianyang is quite amazing; just by taking her pulse, she could pinpoint the timing of her symptoms so accurately.
Nianyang said calmly, "Aunt Fang, you didn’t seek tily dical attention for your cold, leading to complications that caused uterine cold; that’s why your hands and feet get cold, and you have insomnia. If my diagnosis is correct, you’ve also stopped nstruating for three months!"
"That’s exactly it, you’re spot-on!"
Fang Lan was completely astonished.
She had never seen such a doctor before!
This was almost miraculous!
It seed that the morning’s rumors were not exaggerated village talk; Nianyang truly was a Divine Doctor!
"Aunt Fang, your uterine cold is quite severe. If you don’t dispel the cold early, it could lead to lifelong infertility."
"Is it that serious? Is there any hope for ?"
Fang Lan’s face turned pale; in this era, a woman’s life was nearly over if she beca infertile.
Nianyang took out pen and paper, quickly wrote a prescription, and handed it to Fang Lan.
"Aunt Fang, don’t be afraid. You’re discovering this not too late. This is a dicinal diet to aid conception and dispel cold. Take it to the town, get the herbs according to the prescription, decoct it at ho, and take it three tis a day for a month, and you’ll be fine."
"Does it really work?" Fang Lan glanced at the prescription. She recognized all the herbs: costus root, danggui, motherwort, peony, bupleurum, and cardamom.
"Aunt Fang, you have to trust . If I can prescribe it, I can cure it. Believe that your good news will co soon."
Nianyang’s confidence was not arrogance but confidence borne of competence.
"Nianyang, I can’t thank you enough. If I manage to conceive, you’ll be my lifesaver."
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