Song Jing smiled a little and said, "Grandpa Han, long time no see."
"It's been a long time, it's been more than ten years in a flash. Come and sit." Han Xingxiu smiled and asked her to sit on the sofa.
"Grandpa Han, don't be in a hurry to sit down. I'm going to check on Grandma Han first. Is Grandma Han in the bedroom?"
"Yes, yes, I'll take you there." Han Xingxiu immediately took Song Jing to a room that was set up separately and used as a ward.
Grandma Han was lying on the bed, her face was haggard, and she was still in a coma. From her face, it could be seen that when she was awake, she was a gentle and kind old lady.
Song Jing stepped forward, first gently placed the backpack on the bedside, then took out Grandma Han's hand from the quilt to feel her pulse.
Han Xingxiu and Zhai Zhengqing looked at each other and stared at Song Jing closely.
They knew that Song Jing had been learning medical skills from her parents and her grandparents since she was a child. She was involved in both Chinese and Western medicine, and she had considerable attainments in medical skills.
But many expert doctors have been invited to diagnose Grandma Han's disease, but no ideal treatment plan has been obtained. Even though they know that Song Jing's medical skills are reliable, they can't help but be nervous. Deep down, they are still afraid that the final diagnosis result will still be unsatisfactory and unable to
There is an accurate treatment plan.
Song Jing lowered his eyes and felt Grandma Han's pulse carefully. After a while, he put Grandma Han's hands back into the quilt again, looked at Grandma Han's eyes, and opened Grandma Han's mouth to check.
After checking, Song Jing leaned over and unzipped the backpack, revealing a black cloth bag wrapped in it. He spread the bag out on the bedside table, and inside were rows of silver needles of different sizes.
"Xiao Jing, what exactly is Master's illness?" Zhai Zhengqing couldn't help but ask.
"Grandpa Han, I have a question I want to ask." Song Jing asked while taking the needle: "Has Grandma Han ever accidentally fallen into the water before?"
Han Xingxiu clenched his hands nervously, "Yes. In the past few months, Xin Rong said that she was always running back and forth between the hospital and home. It was very boring, so we went to the suburbs and found an old house to live in for two months. That old house
There is a creek behind us. The water is not deep but very clear. We often go for walks by the river. One day we saw a group of children crossing the creek. One of them fell down, so I went to pull him up, but he couldn't stand firm on his feet.
She fell, and Xin Rong came to pull me up, but she fell again. She fell down and lay down, her whole body immersed in the water. I was shocked at that time."
"Girl Song, could it be that Xin Rong's worsening condition is related to that time she fell into the water?"
"Hmm." Song Jing leaned over holding the silver needle, and inserted the silver needle in his hand into the acupuncture point on Grandma Han's head, twisting it slowly, and then took another silver needle and continued to prick it, "Grandpa Han, I need some sesame oil.
, Do you have any at home?”
"Yes, I know where it is. I'll get it." Zhai Zhengqing quickly went to the kitchen to get a bottle of sesame oil, opened the lid and handed it to Song Jing, "Xiao Jing, the sesame oil is here."
Song Jing put the silver needle into the sesame oil bottle, dipped it in the sesame oil, turned his head and slowly inserted it into the acupuncture point on Grandma Han's head.
Han Xingxiu and Zhai Zhengqing looked very nervous. They didn't know what Song Jing was doing with the sesame oil for acupuncture, but they couldn't disturb her at this time.
Song Jing twirled the six silver needles on Grandma Han's head, then suddenly pulled back the silver needle dipped in sesame oil, twisted it in a circle, and pulled it out.
Han Xingxiu and Zhai Zhengqing's eyes widened. They saw that the silver needle they pulled out had a black-brown worm that was as thin as a hair and was still curling and squirming on the silver needle they pulled out. They felt shocked and sick for an instant.
"You're so busy and I'm asking you to go back and forth. I told the old man not to tell you."
"It doesn't matter how many times I run, as long as you're fine. Master, how do you feel now?"
"I feel a lot more relaxed. My head doesn't hurt anymore, and my eyes don't swell anymore." Grandma Han smiled and looked at Song Jing, "Who is this?"
"Honey, she is the Song girl I often mentioned to you. Your illness is all thanks to her." Han Xingxiu also tilted his head and wiped his eyes.
"Hello, Grandma Han." Song Jing called politely.
"You're so handsome. You don't know, your Grandpa Han always talks about you to me. It's a pity that my health has never been good, otherwise we would have gone to Yinning Town to see you."
"It's okay, it will be the same when I come to see you in the future."