Yan Wang hugged his mother tightly, feeling her heart beating hotly and fiercely against him. His tone suddenly softened, "I know."
In a family with several children, the biggest fear is not being able to treat them all equally.
And in Yan Yueqing’s family, with this complicated situation... no matter who received a bit more attention, she worried it would hurt the other one.
Yet, Yan Wang’s understanding always brought her to tears! If she could wish for anything, Yueqing hoped her darling could throw a tantrum or two, even get jealous like Yan Bao. It would be better than his current well-behaved and endearing deanor.
She kissed her son’s smooth forehead, her eyes filled with tenderness, "The matter with Brother Fengteng was an unexpected blessing. But now that we have a family with a background in Chinese dicine, your great-grandfather and I have the sa thought—we hope to bring him ho to properly adjust your body.
Western dicine has been treating you for five years, and each episode is torturous. Unfortunately, there’s no cure, only special-effect dicine for relief! dicine is always a bit poisonous, and I don’t want you to suffer constantly. Since Western dicine hasn’t worked, let’s give Chinese dicine a try."
Yan Wang nodded, his childlike voice mature in thought, "Let Brother Fengteng also have a look at Mom. Mom’s too skinny! Every ti you carry , I worry it’s too much for you..."
"I will! I’ll try to gain until I hit a hundred pounds!" laughed Yueqing, kissing her son, "Then I can carry my darling in my left arm and Yan Bao in my right! Even if you guys grow to be ten years old, I’ll still be able to carry one of you on each side!"
Yan Wang imagined that scene and suddenly smiled adorably, "Mhm."
After speaking, he took the initiative, "I’ll sleep on the inside, let little brother sleep in the middle. That way, he’ll see Mom as soon as he wakes up."
Yueqing didn’t want her son to be so considerate~
She reached out her hand, scooped up a sleeping Jun Yan, placed him gently on her left, then lay down to face her darling, "Mom will sleep in the middle. Both of you can nap with Mom by your side, okay?"
Yan Wang’s eyes suddenly lit up, unable to conceal his happiness, "Okay!"
After speaking, he obediently lay down, sticking close to his mother, just like when they had late-night heart-to-heart talks in Lishui Jiangling~~
And Jun Yan, in a daze, rolled over right into Yueqing’s embrace.
The two sons, one on each side, held her close, inseparably.
Yueqing, nestled between them, took a deep breath.
Ah~
This is what you call—bliss!
The mother and her two sons quickly fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke from a pleasant dream, she gently turned, and the two little ones, as if sensing her movent, slowly opened their eyes.
"Mommy..." Yan Wang, just waking up, had a soft and cuddly look on his frail face that didn’t coincide with his usually cool deanor, even his voice still sounded groggy.
Yueqing smiled and kissed her darling, "Good afternoon, my baby~"
Jun Yan, with his glassy large eyes, seed to have just co out of a dream, snuggled against Yueqing’s arm, murmuring unclearly, "Mommy..."
Yueqing then turned and kissed Yan Bao as well, saying, "Good afternoon, my Yan Bao~"
Jun Yan blushed with excitent, wriggling gleefully on the bed like a tickled worm.
Yueqing got up, lining up her two sons at the edge of the bed to start cleaning them.
One frail little white flower, once washed, turns into a noble little snow lotus.
One sweet little milk cat, once washed, turns into a proud little ragdoll.
Both children are exceptionally beautiful~
Even Yueqing, who watches them every day, couldn’t help but praise them.
So spicy! So! Cute!!!
After bathing the baby, when I reached the front hall, Chu Fengteng had already been chatting with Xiao Yi for quite a while~
One is a genius recognized in Western dicine, and the other is the heir cultivated by a family of traditional Chinese dicine; in the realm of dical treatnt, as long as the patient can be saved, even if the approaches differ, the ultimate goal remains the sa.
Regarding Yan Wang’s illness, Xiao Yi had reviewed the complete set of docunts and treatnt plans provided by the hospital. Honestly speaking, there is indeed no significant issue with that line of research! However, the child is too young; lighter dication has no effect, while heavier dication is too burdenso...
The most problematic point is that, since Yan Wang was discharged from the hospital, he has not had an outbreak! Nobody knows when he might have an attack, and whether the severity of his condition will worsen compared to the last ti. If the situation changes then, many of the current treatnt plans would be rendered useless.
Xiao Yi originally planned to devise a complete examination sche, then adjust Yan Wang’s health based on subsequent conditions. However, after eting Chu Fengteng, his thinking has started to shift!
Western dicine relies on treatnt, Traditional Chinese dicine relies on nurturing.
The essence of Western dicine is to identify the virus, eradicate it, and treat the patient.
The continuation of traditional Chinese dicine involves detecting issues, exploring them thoroughly, and using nourishnt as the cure.
In Western dical practice, when there’s no occurrence of illness, almost no doctor will prescribe dicine for treatnt, as they emphasize the importance of precise dication for specific symptoms!
But in traditional Chinese dicine, adjustnt is a lengthy process.
Yan Wang looks perfectly fine at the mont, so having Chu Fengteng prescribe so Chinese dicinal concoctions for nourishnt, with Xiao Yi assisting on the side, might just be what’s needed for a possible cure.
Just then, seeing the two kids being led by their mother over, Xiao Yi lifted his lashes, "Xiao Wang, co here for a mont."
Yan Yueqing said, "Go on, let Doctor Xiao have a look."
Yan Wang humd in agreent, obediently let go of the hand and walked over.
Xiao Yi said, "Would you check his pulse first?"
Chu Fengteng humd in agreent, "Little brother Xiao Wang, please extend your hand."
Yan Wang obligingly did as instructed.
Chu Fengteng skillfully took his pulse, his expression turning serious and grave.
A teenager diagnosing a toddler, this scene seed rather absurd no matter how one looked at it.
Yet, happening within Jiang Garden, it sohow felt like it wasn’t out of place?
Yan Yueqing, accompanied by Jun Yan, sat quietly to the side, fearing that even their breathing might disrupt the child’s treatnt and diagnosis.
Chu Fengteng felt that the little brother’s pulse was sowhat strange. He lifted his lashes and asked several questions in a row, his eyebrows growing gradually more furrowed.
Yan Wang, thinking he was unsure about his illness, reassured, "I’ve been frail since childhood, Brother Fengteng, you need not feel pressured."
"Hmm..." Chu Fengteng withdrew his hand. Why did he feel that little brother Xiao Wang, just like Aunt Xiaoxing before... seed sowhat incomplete?
However, the incomplete part of him was not much and still within controllable limits, unlike Aunt Xiaoxing... who had seed to beco a completely different person at the ti.
"Although I have studied dicine for a long ti, I do not have many case studies in pulse diagnosis," Chu Fengteng said humbly, "Regarding little brother Xiao Wang’s illness, I have so thoughts... but I need to discuss it with my elders. Just so happens, the day after tomorrow, a respected grandmaster nad Mr. Bai will be coming to City C. He has deep ties with my Chu family, and I will ask him to co to Jiang Garden to see little brother Xiao Wang—it is better than making a rash diagnosis on my own!"
Yan Yueqing nodded, "Alright, I will invite Mr. Bai then."
Chu Fengteng looked at her, "Aunt Xiaoxing, may I take your pulse as well?"
"? Of course." Yan Yueqing proactively extended her hand.
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