Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 448 Endurance

"It's a den of wolves!" Madam He disagreed. "If you marry there and have a weak temper, you will be bullied. Even if you have a strong temper and fight with other families, your life will be miserable.

Besides, given Dr. Song's conditions, there is no shortage of good families for him to marry into. Why would he only choose the man himself and not his family?"

Mother Cheng nodded. That's right. Just because she can go in and out of the backyards of the powerful and wealthy and come into contact with the ladies and daughters of each family, many wealthy businessmen want to marry her for their sons.

Not to mention, she also has a master who has connections with the palace. As long as she wants, it is not impossible for her to marry into an official family.

Mrs. He couldn't help but sigh: "The Song family has been farmers for generations. It's no wonder they don't know gold and jade!"

Mother Cheng said, "It's not necessarily that they don't know. Maybe it's because they know that Doctor Song is a golden jade that they chose such a family."

"What?" Mrs. He didn't react for a moment.

"I heard that their family has always felt that Doctor Song did not give enough. If Jin Xiangyu marries into a wealthy family, it will be even more difficult to control them."

Mrs. He figured out the key point and suddenly felt very complicated.

Mother Cheng added, "But I think these two have their own ideas. Even if this marriage is really completed, the Song and Yang families will not be happy."

After all, these were other people's business. Madam He sighed and said, "Send the maid we picked that day to the young lady. Keep an eye on her and don't let her go out and wander around!"

Mother Cheng agreed.

Three days later at noon, Mr. Wang's wife, Cheng, came. This time she was alone. She smiled and said to Song Ying as soon as she saw him, "Something happened at home yesterday, so I was delayed for a day and came today.

The medicine you prescribed is really effective. I drank it once that day, and the itching was gone that evening, and the pain was reduced a lot.

I took the medicine twice more, and it was basically the same as before. I wanted to consolidate it, so I boiled the dregs twice more yesterday. "

Song Ying was naturally happy that the patient's condition had improved, but her face remained calm and she stretched out her hand, "Let me feel his pulse again."

After feeling the pulse, she took Cheng to the backyard for a checkup. After confirming that the area was no longer red, swollen, ulcerated, or oozing with yellow fluid, she smiled faintly, "It is indeed healed. I will prescribe another medicine next."

"Still, still need treatment. Isn't it healed already?" Cheng's smile disappeared, and she suddenly became a little worried.

Song Ying nodded and said, "When you do heavy work or jump, it will still fall out, so you have to continue to treat it."

Hearing this, Cheng heaved a sigh of relief. "It's okay. I've been used to it for decades. If it falls out, just put it back. Besides, I'm too old to dance. It won't affect me."

"How can it not have an impact? The female uterus is not where it should be, and it is blocked inside, which makes excretion inconvenient." Song Ying disagreed. "Besides, judging from your pulse, your Yin loss is caused by insufficient kidney qi. You must have sore waist and knees, often get up at night, and often feel dizzy and have tinnitus, right?"

Cheng was very impressed: "Oh, your doctor is really amazing, I didn't say anything, but you knew everything just by feeling my pulse!

I do have all these problems. When I was young, I thought about treating them. The symptoms would be relieved by taking medicine, but as soon as I stopped taking the medicine, they would relapse soon. It happened over and over again, and I became too lazy to treat them later.

I have been through this for so many years, and I am used to these old problems. So let it be. I am old now, why spend money on medicine? I can save more money for the next generation."

"No matter how old you are, you are still a human being, and as a human being you should pursue a decent and comfortable life."

"People," Cheng was stunned. No one had ever said such words to her.

Song Ying nodded heavily, "Yes, you have worked hard all your life, and have been thinking about others all your life, so you should also think about yourself.

The family is not starving, and the medicine is not so expensive that we cannot afford it. The little we save will not make a big difference to the whole family, but for you, it can make your life more comfortable, and that is enough.”

Cheng was stunned for a long time, her eyes gradually moistened, and after a long while, she sighed deeply, "If I were ten years younger and you said this to me, I would definitely continue with the treatment, regardless of whether it can be cured or not, as long as it can make me feel better.

But now, I am an old woman buried up to my neck in the dirt, so I won’t waste that money.

Hey, I'm old now. I feel pain here, numbness there, and discomfort there, but it's no big deal. I just have to bear with it and it will pass."

Song Ying felt very heavy after hearing this, as she was still young, she could not understand the mentality of these old people. She just felt very emotional and regretful. A woman had to endure so much pain and grievances in her life.

"Okay, I won't prescribe any more medicine. Just remember to wear fine cotton underwear and wash it frequently."

Cheng agreed, put on her clothes, and walked out tremblingly.

Song Ying returned to the clinic. There were no other patients at the moment. Doctor Ma was checking Lin Wenxuan's medical records and would scold him whenever he saw any inaccuracies.

Song Ying let out a light breath, letting go of the heaviness in his heart, then quickly took out his medical records and asked Doctor Ma to check and give him advice.

"Is the doctor here?" a male voice with a pinched throat sounded.

The three of them looked over and saw a middle-aged man with his neck shrunk, sticking his head out from the door frame to look inside.

Seeing the three people in the room, he exclaimed, "Why is there a girl?"

He quickly raised his hands and covered his face with his sleeves, "I'm in the wrong place, sorry to bother you!"

Song Ying was speechless. This excuse was too bad. He had just asked for a doctor. They were the only clinic nearby.

After taking a few steps, the man seemed to remember that there was only one clinic nearby, Huichuntang, so he came back hunched over with his legs tucked together, "Doctor, I need to see a doctor."

Doctor Ma coughed lightly and said calmly and naturally, "Come, sit here. Let me feel your pulse and you can tell me your symptoms."

The middle-aged man's face instantly turned purple. He glanced at Song Ying and said shyly, "Doctor, I'm a little uncomfortable. Can we go to a more private place for the consultation?"

Doctor Ma nodded and took him to the backyard.

Song Ying had already guessed something from his hesitant look, but he pretended not to understand and returned to his seat to write medical records.

Just after writing a few words, someone came in and asked, "Doctor Xiao Song, are you free now? Can you come to our house for a consultation?"

Song Ying recognized the person at a glance as the capable maidservant beside Madam He. The He family was just a merchant family, and unlike the Shen residence, they did not have a large number of servants and servants. But it was obvious that this woman was the housekeeper beside Madam He, equivalent to the first housekeeper in the inner courtyard.

Song Ying was a little surprised that she was asked to come in person. "Is your young mistress going to give birth?"