Chapter 46: Chapter 25 Martial Acupuncture_2
Gu Changsheng didn’t pay any attention to him; as he stiffened for a mont, Gu’s hands moved like lightning, and the silver needles flickered.
The Back-Shu Acupoint is the fundantal point for the lungs, the Gaomang Acupoint is the main point for treating all kinds of weakness and injuries, the Chize Acupoint is the confluence point for the lungs, the Taixi Acupoint…
The needle was inserted to a depth of two “fen” (a Chinese unit of asurent).
Han Qiu watched the brightly shining silver needles on Uncle Song’s body and shivered empathetically.
The two children outside the door covered their faces as well, “Grandpa Song, that looks so painful…”
Gu Changsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and satisfactorily clapped his hands, “All right, work’s done. I’ll stop the needles for a mont and then co back to remove them. Uncle Song, just lie still and don’t move…”
Having finished speaking, he strode out with such energy that the two kids outside didn’t react in ti. As Gu Changsheng opened the door, they fell over with two thuds…
Gu Changsheng paused, then bent down leisurely to look at them with a smile that seed to take pleasure in their misfortune, “Hey, my son, instead of staying nicely in the backyard, why do you co here letting your mother see you fall like a dog chewing on its bone? Tsk tsk… such an unbecoming posture…”
Han Qiu’s mouth twitched as he looked at his brother lying on the ground next to him. Following the Young Master had indeed made his brother more lively…
“Mom…” Little at Bun Gu Ze lay on the ground, lifting his little head with an aggrieved pout, and in his round, plump eyes, a shimr of tears began to form.
“Gu Ze, we don’t do that crying and fussing, alright? It was you who sneaked a look at your mom treating a patient, and if you fell on your own face, it’s your own doing. You’re almost four years old, a little man should stand up on his own two feet! Get up!”
Seeing his mom speak this way, Little at Bun quickly put away his grievances. While extracting his little legs that were stuck at the doorstep, he muttered, “Mom, I’m getting up. I don’t want to be turned into a porcupine!”
Soone on the bed resembling a porcupine trembled slightly, then returned to calm.
Gu Changsheng’s palm landed on the head of her son as he just got up, “Am I so free that I’d turn you into a porcupine for fun? You’re perfectly healthy and stout like a little wild bull. Why would I need to needle you?”
“But mom, I’m sick…” Little at Bun guiltily cradled the little lump of flesh on his chin, his mother had said it was an illness that needed to be treated!
But he truly didn’t want to be turned into a porcupine…
“Hehe… you don’t ntion it, mom might have forgotten.” Gu Changsheng picked up her son from the ground. Little at Bun was smart and sensible, she intuitively treated him like a normal child, nearly overlooking the existence of that little lump. Gu Changsheng thought for a mont, then said with a smile, “My son, your mom has spent an incredible amount of effort raising you to be plump and fair, but now we don’t have much silver. Your Grandpa Song still needs dicine for his treatnt. If you have surgery, you will need to recuperate afterward, which also costs money. Let’s delay it for a while, wait until mom saves up so silver to buy you so tasty food, then have the surgery, alright?”
Little at Bun Gu Ze obediently nodded his head. Anyway, his mom wouldn’t despise him, so he wasn’t really bothered anymore…
Uncle Song turned his head upon hearing this; he had long noticed sothing was amiss with the Young Master, and now to realize the condition was treatable–yet it was his own delay that had caused this…
Gu Changsheng, having thought of sothing, walked back into the room with his son in his arms. He caught Uncle Song’s eye and gestured with his gaze. Han Qiu stepped forward and removed the table-wiping cloth from Uncle Song’s mouth.
With a handkerchief covering his face and a complex expression, Uncle Song looked at Gu Changsheng, “Madam…”
“Uncle Song, as you can see, this is our current situation. A family of seven needs to eat, your illness needs to be treated, and so does my son’s. That’s why I need to earn money,” Gu Changsheng sat down on a chair nearby, her face serious as she continued, “Uncle Song, I plan to reopen the Gu Family dical Hall.”
“Madam, reopening the dical hall is indeed feasible, but where do we have the money to purchase dicinal herbs? Even an ordinary Resident Doctor needs a monthly salary of three taels of silver, not to ntion the many other expenses. We don’t have that much silver now. It’s this old servant who has been a burden to you…” When it ca to serious matters, Uncle Song forgot his own predicant and ticulously listed the concerns.
Gu Changsheng sighed; she too was worried about this issue, “Finding a Resident Doctor is not hard; I will personally take the role.”
“How can that be!” Uncle Song was agitated, and as he was about to get up, Han Qiu, quick-witted and agile, stepped forward and pressed him back down; the Madam had said he mustn’t move.
Uncle Song, unable to struggle free, continued, “Madam, you are a woman, and since ancient tis, there hasn’t been a precedent for a woman to practice dicine.”
“Midwives are also won, aren’t they? They still deliver babies, and so are quite skilled at treating won’s ailnts. Aren’t midwives practicing dicine too?” Gu Changsheng retorted. Modern doctors don’t differentiate between genders, unlike in these ancient tis—it’s just too damn annoying. Although she had saved the Young Madam of the Du Residence, she was mostly treated as a midwife skilled in gynecology, which was truly damn frustrating!
“But how can that be the sa?” Uncle Song argued.
“How can it not be the sa? Can illness distinguish between n and won? Since patients are both male and female, then naturally, doctors shouldn’t be differentiated by gender either. Uncle Song, there’s no need to argue against so hastily, just listen to ,” Gu Changsheng paused and then continued, “Uncle Song, you must have heard from Xiao Cui that after much turmoil, Changsheng awoke, having forgotten the past completely, except for how to treat and save people. The Gu Family has made a living from dicine for generations, and it must be a matter of destiny; the Gu Family dical Hall cannot end with my generation!”
“Yet Madam has never practiced dicine before, and a woman doing so is unprecedented. It might be difficult to…” Uncle Song was wavering but still concerned.
“Uncle Song, no need to worry. While I have never practiced before, I am very confident in my dical skills. Haven’t I also cured your stubborn illness? As for a woman practicing dicine, I know it will be difficult for others to accept at first, so we must proceed slowly and cautiously. The matter of silver coins is the key issue we need to think about right now,” Gu Changsheng hastily said when she saw Uncle Song was no longer adamantly opposed.
“The issue of silver coins is indeed a big problem. With this old servant looking like this, my heart wants to help, but I am powerless…” Uncle Song sighed; he ultimately felt useless.
Gu Changsheng frowned and propped her chin with one hand, pondering, “Indeed, the shortage of silver coins is a difficult problem to solve. Therefore, we must avoid the main issue and seek alternative solutions…”
“Madam, what do you an by ‘avoid the main issue’ and ‘seek alternative solutions’?” Uncle Song asked, puzzled.
“Well, that… I haven’t thought of it yet…” Gu Changsheng scratched her head; she was also thinking hard…
“Madam, it’s not good…” Just as Gu Changsheng was racking her brains for a solution, Xiao Cui’s urgent cries ca from the courtyard…
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