As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhuang covered her face with a veil and coughed quietly.
Zhuang Guogong immediately took a step back, half-hugged Mrs. Zhuang in his arms, frowned, changed from his previous sternness, and asked in a low voice: "But you feel unwell again? The wind is a bit strong today, Madam, you should go back home to rest, there is
It’s done when I’m here.”
Different from Zhuang Guogong's harshness, Mrs. Zhuang's appearance is kind, gentle and approachable, and her speaking tone is as tender as a woman from a Jiangnan water town.
Although she is over fifty, she can still glimpse the beauty of her youth. There is an old saying that is very good, beauty is in the bones but not in the skin. This sentence is most appropriate for Mrs. Zhuang.
Mrs. Zhuang just shook her head gently and said, "Husband, don't worry, I'm fine. There are many visitors today, so don't lecture Ke'er."
While speaking, Mrs. Zhuang grabbed the corner of Zhuang Guogong's clothes and pulled slightly with very little force, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.
But Zhuang Guogong, a tough guy, instantly softened his temper under Mrs. Zhuang's gentle fingers.
Even the stern look he looked at Zhuang Ke became much more restrained, and he just said a harmless word: "I'll deal with you when I get back."
But in fact, as long as Zhuang Guogong said that he would clean up after returning, there would definitely be nothing more to do and it would be completely safe.
Zhuang Ke immediately ran to Mrs. Zhuang's side with a smile, like a fawning puppy, "Mom, why are you here too? You had a cold some time ago and have been coughing. Didn't the imperial doctor tell you many times that you are here?"
You want to rest and recuperate, can't you please let the cold wind blow?"
"It's just an old problem. It's just like this no matter how long it is. It's so lively today, so I have to come and take a look."
Mrs. Zhuang smiled and patted the back of Zhuang Ke's hand, speaking softly of comfort.
Zhuang Ke suddenly thought of something and enthusiastically introduced to Duke Zhuang and Mrs. Zhuang: "Mother, this is Miss Yan Mingzhu and Yan San, the granddaughter of Yongyi Hou Mansion. By the way, Miss Yan's medical skills are very good. I was not careful last time.
fell off the horse,
I sprained my leg, and Miss Yan just touched it with her hand, and my leg immediately returned to normal. It’s no problem to jump two feet high on the spot!”
Look at what his little uncle did, how dedicated he was, always trying to match up his nephew and his future nephew-in-law, and introducing her to his family. He was almost moved to tears by his dedication!
Mrs. Zhuang's gentle eyes fell on Yan Mingzhu, "It turns out that this is Miss Yan. When Ke'er was in the house, he always talked about the girl. When I saw him today, it was really unusual. Women have medical skills.
What we have accomplished is quite impressive.”
"Madam, the Duke, is ridiculous. She only has a superficial knowledge. If Madam doesn't mind, I can diagnose Madam's pulse."
Traditional Chinese medicine doctors can see, smell, ask, and diagnose. Just by looking at Mrs. Zhuang's face, Yan Mingzhu knew that she was someone who had been ill in bed for a long time. She was not usually a nosy person.
But the other party was Qi Jue's biological aunt, and she was gentle in dealing with others, so Yan Mingzhu took the initiative to mention it, but whether she wanted to check the pulse or not depended on the other party's own wishes, and she would never force it.
"Mom, let Miss Yan show you, she is really amazing!"
Mrs. Zhuang saw that her son admired her so much, and saw that Yan Mingzhu behaved in a free and easy manner, which was very different from the famous ladies next to her, so she smiled and said, "This will trouble the girl."
Zhuang Guogong somewhat disagreed, but seeing Mrs. Zhuang gently shaking her head at him, he could only follow his wife.
Yan Mingzhu asked Mrs. Zhuang to go to the nearest thatched pavilion, and then took Mrs. Zhuang's pulse.
"Madam, you have been suffering from cough for many years, right? Recently, you often break into cold sweats in the middle of the night, your hands and feet feel cold, but you feel very hot inside your body?"
This inquiry surprised Mrs. Zhuang, because every point she asked was extremely accurate!
At first, Duke Zhuang Guo did not agree with letting a little girl diagnose his wife's pulse. After all, his wife's body was so fragile that even the imperial doctor was helpless. What could a little girl see?
As a result, Yan Mingzhu just understood the situation like this, and every word he said was on point, which made Mr. Zhuang Guogong immediately excited.
"What Ms. Yan San said is absolutely correct. My wife has been frail and sick since she was a child. She has sought out famous doctors, but the result is that she always needs to rest. She keeps taking decoctions and medicines all year round, but there is always no improvement."
Mrs. Zhuang gently held Zhuang Guogong's hand, patted the back of his hand gently, and said comfortingly: "Husband, my body has been like this since I was a child. I am very content to have you and Ke'er here."
"The frailty of the Duke's wife is indeed a problem brought from the mother's womb. If it is treated with decoction, it can only warm the body, but cannot cure it. I have a set of acupuncture techniques that are specially used to treat the weak body due to cold palace. If the Duke's wife agrees,
, as long as you insist on acupuncture for three months, you can be cured."
As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Guogong was extremely excited. You must know that even the imperial doctor could only say that his wife's illness should be rested, but there was no way to completely cure her illness.
So when Yan Mingzhu said that it could be cured, he was so happy, but while he was happy, he started to worry again.
"Miss Yan San, what is the chance that your acupuncture technique can cure my wife's illness? What are the risks? How will she feel during the acupuncture process?"
Three questions in a row are enough to show Zhuang Guogong's concern for Mrs. Zhuang. In this era of male dominance, it is already very difficult for a man to be loyal to his wife, let alone Zhuang Guogong who does everything with his wife.
First.
"Doctors cannot give 100% guarantees for any major or minor illness. After all, everyone's physique is different, and their responses and results to treatment are also different.
But I can guarantee that there is no danger to life, and even if it cannot be completely cured, the condition of the Duke's wife can be made better than before."
In fact, Yan Mingzhu's statement was completely modest. Mrs. Zhuang's illness was nothing to her. It's just that her current body is still a sixteen-year-old girl after all. If she acts too confident, she will easily be let down.
People become suspicious.
Although Yan Mingzhu said this, Duke Zhuang still felt uneasy, while Mrs. Zhuang smiled and said: "Miss Yan San only took the pulse and accurately told all my symptoms. I believe in the girl's medical skills and am willing to
Give it a try.”
"How about I give the Duke's wife an acupuncture now? If you think it's effective, then we can officially start the diagnosis and treatment."
Mrs. Zhuang agreed simply. When Zhuang Guogong wanted to say something else, she gently patted the back of his hand and said, "Husband, let this little girl give it a try. I believe in her."
"Father, please rest assured that Miss Yan is not an outsider. She will definitely do her best to cure her mother's illness!"