Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Administering Acupuncture
Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Administering Acupuncture
Song Xiaoniang sniffed disdainfully, her eyes brimming with contempt, “Her? She exudes the air of the countryside, nowhere close to the grace and decency of our noble families…”
Although Su Yu found it both ironic and amusing, she still maintained her composed deanor.
She looked down at the new garnt she was wearing.
It wasn’t expensive, but it was of good quality, well-tailored, and far from the so-called “rustic” vibe.
In her mind, she pondered, what of it if she was from the countryside?
Could the true value of a person truly be defined by a few pieces of clothing?
Why bother with the judgnts and criticisms of worldly views?
When speaking, why couldn’t one be gentler, adding a touch of honey?
Su Yu murmured to herself, her personality was certainly not one to suffer in silence.
She took a light breath, her voice flowing out slowly like the waters of a spring stream, “I’ve long heard of Master Han’s broad-mindedness in accommodating all things. Seeing it today, it is indeed like the vast ocean that accepts myriad streams, truly living up to the reputation.”
With a twist in her tone and a hint of irony in her eyes, she said, “To have soone in your household speak so freely and unrestrainedly in front of the mistress, Master, you’re indeed remarkably magnanimous.”
These words seed to solidify the air for a mont.
Upon hearing this, Young Master Tutor’s wife cast a deep and still gaze at her husband, her silent resentnt was evident.
Yet, soone had been implicitly criticized and seed utterly oblivious, basking in their own delusion.
“Of course!”
Song Xiaoniang’s eyes sparkled with pride, her triumph clear for all to see, completely unaware of the subtle tension around her.
Seeing this, Su Yu couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness; this young woman’s mind was as simple as a blank sheet of paper.
However, the crowd had its share of perceptive individuals.
Upon hearing her words, Young Master Tutor Lin’s expression darkened, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority, “Enough!”
He then fixed a sharp gaze directly on Su Yu. Although her clothes were simple, the sharpness and wisdom in her words were not to be underestimated.
The daring she had shown to hint at his failure to run his household properly, and the impoliteness of a concubine, left him secretly impressed.
As soon as she spoke out, Su Yu felt a sense of relief.
If delayed any longer, the Old Lady’s situation might beco even more critical.
Thus, with a calm and steady deanor, she said, “Master, the Old Lady’s condition is critical. Please allow to go in and check on her.”
Even though Young Master Tutor Lin was displeased, he had to suppress it, as the Old Lady’s well-being was the current priority.
He nodded slightly and once again gestured with a wave of his hand. Su Yu stepped into the inner chamber.
Inside, two maids were busily attending to the Old Lady on the sickbed.
One gently helped the Old Lady to sit up against a pile of soft cushions at the head of the bed, while the other held a silk handkerchief, tirelessly wiping away the drool continuously leaking from the Old Lady’s mouth.
The Old Lady’s breath was feeble, her lips were turning purple, as if the fla of life was about to be extinguished.
Yet even so, Su Yu could still faintly catch the rattling sounds coming from deep within her chest, the sounds of life’s struggle.
She didn’t bother with any pleasantries, diving straight into the matter at hand, “As her personal attendants, describe the Old Lady’s condition in detail.”
The two maids were accustod to such inquiries, having practically beco illness explainers during this period, with a thorough understanding of each question posed.
The older maid spoke calmly but couldn’t hide her worry, “The Old Lady has had a cough with phlegm for several years, relying on dication to manage it, but over the past month, the coughing has worsened, accompanied by chest tightness, shortness of breath, and pain in her back, to the point where she can’t lie flat, and even the soups and dicines she drinks daily have lost their effect.”
Su Yu leaned in to take the Old Lady’s pulse, feeling through her fingertips a weak and erratic heartbeat, a clear sign that life was hanging by a thread—no wonder the previous doctors had all hinted at preparing for the worst.
Her brows slightly furrowed, she continued to inquire deeply, “Has there been any change in the Old Lady’s coughing up phlegm recently?”
The maid beside her hurriedly chid in, panic flashing in her eyes, “She used to be able to cough up phlegm, but these last few days, it’s turned into a dry cough, with no phlegm, just constant drooling.”
“Did the Old Lady’s condition start to deteriorate rapidly once she stopped coughing up phlegm?”
Su Yu pressed on relentlessly, her gaze sharp.
The maid reflected for a mont, then hurriedly nodded emphatically, confirming, “Yes, that’s correct.”
With a definitive answer, a clear and detailed plan for treatnt ford quietly in Su Yu’s mind.
She didn’t hesitate for a mont, imdiately beginning the preparations for the rescue efforts.
She turned her head gently, and in a soft voice, instructed a maid dressed in blue with a delicate face, “Please help gently undo the Old Lady’s outerwear, maintaining warmth, and leave on only her undergarnts.”
Her words conveyed an undeniable firmness and gentleness, prompting the maid to nod and swiftly carry out the task with adept hands.
After that, Su Yu pulled out a plain piece of paper from her sleeve and her pen flew across it, a series of dicine nas erging with the fragrance of ink, each character bearing the weight of a life.
Once finished, she handed the prescription to another maid whose face was tense but her eyes resolute, her voice carrying urgency yet not losing composure, “See to it that the dicine is procured exactly according to this recipe, three bowls of water reduced to one, simred on a gentle fla for a quarter of an hour, and once it has cooled to a palatable temperature, administer it to the Old Lady.”
Upon hearing this, a glimr of hope flashed in the eyes of both maids, the despair that had filled their hearts seed quietly dispelled by the young doctor’s composed deanor, and they promptly set about their tasks without delay.
Su Yu took out the gleaming, slender golden needles from her dical box.
She carefully ward each one over the flickering candle fla, disinfecting them and simultaneously warming the needles to reduce the Old Lady’s discomfort during the acupuncture.
Once the golden needles had cooled, she took a deep breath, ready to perform the crucial step of inserting the needles.
Considering it was the heat of sumr, but the Old Lady’s frail health made it unsuitable for complete undress.
Su Yu decided to perform acupuncture through clothing, undoubtedly increasing the difficulty of locating the acupoints, requiring high precision and extensive experience.
She understood that this was a race against death, even though she wasn’t completely certain of success.
But the responsibility to save lives and aid the injured drove her to give her all, the rest hinged on the Old Lady’s own vitality.
Her assessnt was that the Old Lady was suffering from phlegm obstructing her respiratory tract.
Added to her advanced age and weakened constitution, she lacked the strength to cough up the phlegm on her own.
Over ti, the phlegm had beco increasingly thick, severely hindering breathing, creating a desperately critical situation.
If no effective asures were taken, the Old Lady would face the torturous ordeal of suffocation until her life dwindled away.
To stimulate the Old Lady’s lung function, Su Yu decided to first use Golden Needle to stimulate the various acupoints on her lung ridian.
Once the dicine took effect, she would then combine it with her unique massage technique to help the Old Lady expel the phlegm.
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