Chapter 45: Chapter 25: Martial Acupuncture
Xiao Cui, holding the prescription, went to fetch the dicine, which need not be ntioned.
Gu Changsheng, anwhile, followed Uncle Song to the house in the front courtyard where he resided, opened the tightly closed window shutters, and turned around to instruct, “Uncle Song, you must often ventilate the room in the future, as it is beneficial for the recovery of your health.”
Uncle Song now looked at Gu Changsheng with near reverence. That readily produced prescription, and the sa severity and confidence when diagnosing as the old master, compelled him to be impressed. He had served the Gu Family all his life, and now Madam Gu’s dical skills had fortunately not been lost.
Should the old master know this from the underworld, he could rest in peace.
Gu Changsheng was unaware of his thoughts, but if she knew, she would have roared: What I learned is not the Gu Family’s dical skills; I am a descendant of Yhan’s!
Although she was a modern person, she still placed great importance on her sect’s heritage, okay?
Back in the day, to be accepted as a student by Yhan’s, she exerted trendous effort, diligently practiced calligraphy, morized books on dicinal stones, was exceptionally hardworking, and added on persistent nagging until she barely qualified to be accepted, and her apprenticeship even consud five years of her life! Five years, do you understand the concept? Five years, her ten fingers were covered in calluses, her body permanently slled of herbal dicine, and she developed the habit of never parting with her needles… Yhan’s standards and strictness in choosing a successor were inhuman, completely disregarding her status as the third generation of a red family, not to ntion her teachers were all stubborn old n, their unyielding determination comparable to a diamond, and they severely honed her.
“Uncle Song, lie on your back on the bed and take off your outer garnts,” Gu Changsheng said to Uncle Song, who had wrapped a cloth around his face, as she pointed to the bed.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Song repeatedly waved his hands, and through the cloth, his voice ca, “How indecent, what would this look like, Lady, this is absolutely not right…”
Gu Changsheng sighed. Could the ancients get any more ignorant? She was rely trying to treat a patient and they made it seem like she was committing so outrage. Could she not just be a doctor in peace?
“Uncle Song, how can I perform acupuncture if you don’t lie down? To a doctor, a patient is but a patient, regardless of gender, and it has nothing to do with decency.”
Uncle Song still shook his head, adamantly disagreeing, absolutely refusing to get on the bed.
Well, Gu Changsheng, feeling frustrated, smoothed her forehead and compromised, “It’s not impossible to do it without lying on the bed, but after I insert the needles, they need to remain for a mont. If you insist, then just sit on a chair.”
Uncle Song accepted this.
Then he sat upright in a chair, fully clothed, since getting him to remove his clothes was absolutely out of the question.
Gu Changsheng tried to persuade him, but the man was immovable as a mountain, like a stone in an outhouse, utterly stinky and hard, with not an inch of give.
And then Lady Changsheng got angry, shouting for Han Qiu, her deanor far from the gentle care she had shown the patient before.
“Han Qiu, strip him for and pin him on the bed. I treat even handso n without hesitation, let alone you!” Gu Changsheng shouted with her hands on her hips.
For uncooperative patients, Gu Changsheng’s approach was always simple and rough, yet very effective!
Although brute force couldn’t solve all problems, it was more than enough to deal with a minor issue like Uncle Song. Han Qiu was a loyal maid; she executed her lady’s orders without hesitation or discount. In just a mont, she stripped off Uncle Song’s outer garnt, ignoring his desperate resistance, and then tossed him onto the bed.
Uncooperative patients had no right to bargain.
Poor Uncle Song even lost the hard-won privilege of not getting on the bed.
Little at Bun Gu Ze and Han Mo peered through the crack in the door, watching Uncle Song, bound on the bed and twisting continuously while a rag stuffed in his mouth, both shivering in agreent at the thought.
Past experiences told them that anyone who dared to defy their mother never ended up well…
It seed that their mother didn’t quite understand the concept of respecting the old and cherishing the young…
They would be better off listening to their mother. He didn’t want to be stuffed with a rag; it was so dirty…
Gu Changsheng was oblivious to her son’s newfound perception of her; she was smiling contentedly at the sight of Uncle Song writhing like a worm before her.
The silver needles in her hand reflected the cold light, and she flaunted them proudly.
“Uncle Song, resistance is futile. If you cooperate, I will administer the needles and then leave. But if you don’t…” Gu Changsheng said with a aningful smile, then continued, “then I’ll have to let Han Qiu strip off your undergarnts as well…”
Uncle Song’s struggling body instantly froze, his eyes incredulously turned towards his lady.
Was this truly his gentle and demure lady?
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