Becoming The Business Magnate's Spoiled Wife Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Ergency Treatnt For an Old Woman

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Qu Xiao spent her holidays sequestered in the Chinese dicine Hall, pouring through large tos and ancient texts searching for treatnt thods for leg conditions.

On the occasions Shang Yan wrapped up his work ahead of ti, he would pick her up and send her ho.

Qu Xiao eyed the pot of dicinal soup, watching it bubble and foam. She turned around, sharing a smile with Shang Yan, who was soaking his feet. They shared a tacit understanding that needed no words to communicate their thoughts.

Suddenly, a noisy noise ca from outside the pharmacy. A young man rushed in with an old woman who looked like she was on her last breath. “Quick! I beg you to save my grandmother. She is dying!” Qu Xiao frowned and gave the old woman a once over; she did not respond imdiately.

The boss of the establishnt thought that they were looking for trouble. Grabbing his broom, he rushed toward them, wanting to chase them out the door.

The young man placed the old woman on the single bed next to him. He knelt with a plop and continued kowtowing.

The boss was scared out of his wits, being the one receiving the young man’s entreaty.

Thankfully, he quickly recovered from his shock and said, “This is the Traditional Chinese dicine Health Centre; it is not the A&E. I’ll call for an ambulance…” Qu Xiao walked to the old woman’s side. Using the tips of her fingers, she checked the old woman’s pulse. Her vital signs were still stable.

“Grandma always gave dicine dispensed by the Traditional Chinese dicine Health Centre, which always helped my condition. There must be sothing you can do!”

“Grandma returned from her check-up at the hospital, and they said… they said she was too old to be operated on. They fear she might die on the table. I don’t believe it. No, they must be lying! There has to be another way. Doctor, please, please save my grandmother!”

The young man hugged the boss’s thigh, his eyes burning pitifully.

The boss quickly tried extricating himself from the young man’s death grip but to no avail; his strength was too great. Helpless, he looked to Qu Xiao, motioning for her assistance.

“Prepare the list of dicine I’m about to give you. It would be best if you could steam it for a while. Also, bring my needles…” As soon as Qu Xiao finished speaking, the boss stared at the boy who refused to let go and urged, “She’s the doctor here, not ! If you don’t let go, don’t bla us if your grandmother experiences complications because of the delay!”

The young man’s eyes flew open. Shock mingled with incredulity as he stared blankly at Qu Xiao as if he could not process the words said to him.

She looked young, exceedingly so. Could she save his grandmother?

Qu Xiao rembered the old woman. She was one of the Traditional Chinese dicine Health Centre’s earliest patients.

The old woman overworked herself in her youth, supporting her entire family with nothing more than a pair of hands and slim shoulders to bear the burden, which resulted in her present frailty in her twilight years.

The old woman’s breathing was weak. Occasionally, she would mumble a few words and speak of funerary arrangents.

Qu Xiao could not guarantee that she could preserve the old woman’s life, only that she would do her best.

Dozens of silver needles flew out of her hands, inserting themselves into the old woman’s acupoints, drawing viscous black blood like poison from a wound.

The old woman frowned in pain. Sweat covered her body from head to toe while she sat in what was a sauna of steaming dicinal herbs. She panted heavily, and her fingers spasd erratically.

“Slice the wild ginseng in the dicine cabinet and fry it well. Get a bowl of soup for now.”

The boss did not dare to delay after Qu Xiao instructed him. He rushed to the dicine cabinet and looked at the wild ginseng that he had bought at a heavy price with a pained expression.

The young boy’s expression beca awkward when he heard their conversation.

He fingered his pocket, surreptitiously checking his bank account.

Through the mirror on the wall, Qu Xiao noticed his panic. She opened her red lips and said, “You don’t have to pay for the wild ginseng. Treat it as my way of returning the debt of gratitude I owe for having had your grandmother’s faith placed in . Please, don’t worry.”

When the Chinese dicine Health Center’s business was not good, the old woman would co to the shop every day to help Qu Xiao attract custors and advertise her services despite her ailing health. It was a favour Qu Xiao felt she ought to repay.

The young man’s mouth fell open. The young man stuttered, not knowing how to respond for the longest ti, but eventually settled for his sincere expression of gratitude, “Thank you.”

The old woman’s condition stabilised after a gruelling hour of treatnt.

Qu Xiao wiped the soybean-sized beads of perspiration lining her forehead and wrote down a few prescriptions.

“Although her condition is stable, your grandmother’s body is weak, and she will need constant attention.”

“Follow this prescription and have her take it three tis a day. I’d like to review her condition in half a month. Rember not to mix what I’ve prescribed with western dicine.”

dicines, if ingested without proper care, were no different from poisons.

Balance and harmony were the focal points of Chinese dicine. If a patient were to consu western and eastern dicine together, it could cause an adverse reaction, producing life-threatening consequences.

The young man nodded, understanding the gravity of Qu Xiao’s words. The gaze he used to look at Qu Xiao also beca more respectful.

While waiting for his grandmother to wake up, he noticed Shang Yan, still soaking his feet in a bed next to where his grandmother was lying. He had not moved since they arrived.

The young man leaned over as if he was familiar with him. He lowered his voice and communicated with Shang Yan, “Are you also Doctor Qu’s patient? Do you know how old she is? Does she have a girlfriend? And how did you hurt your leg?”

Shang Yan remained silent while the young man continued muttering, “I wonder what type of person Doctor Qu likes. How am I going to woo her?”

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend, but she has a husband.”

Shang Yan’s expression turned livid. His eyes were dark and nacing as he stared at the young boy. He smirked with an upturn of his lips and said, “I am her husband!”

Awkward!

The young man felt his scalp go numb, his face turning into a shade of pig’s liver. He got up and wished for a hole to bury himself.

Qu Xiao burst into laughter as she listened to their conversation.

She did not expect Shang Yan to look so cute when he was jealous.

Shang Yan saw her expression, and his thin lips arched into a teasing smile. Qu Xiao understood the words left unsaid. Tugging at a few loose bundles of dicinal herbs, she pretended not to have seen the look he shot at her.

It was a look that said: “I’ll settle the score with you tonight!”