Chapter 36: Thirty-five, don’t regret it. Chapter 36: Thirty-five, don’t regret it. Ma Zhenhai halted his steps, intending to follow, and watched the middle-aged man and the trio walking away. He let out a long sigh.
After witnessing Luo Shu save Zhou Chang, his confidence in Luo Shu’s dical skills had greatly increased. He just wondered if Luo Shu would still be willing to go to his ho to treat his son after the way his wife had treated her?
“Has Zhou Chang been sent to the hospital? How is he?” Lin Yu’s voice ca from behind Ma Zhenhai.
Lin Yu, who was afraid of blood, had been hiding inside the house and didn’t dare to co out. Only after hearing the ambulance drive away did she muster the courage to step outside.
“He’s fine, Luo Shu saved him,” Ma Zhenhai replied with so irritation, as he was feeling quite frustrated.
Upon hearing Ma Zhenhai’s tone, Lin Yu’s anger surged, “Are you taking it out on ? So what if Luo Shu saved him? Who doesn’t know how to do such simple bandaging? I absolutely won’t let my son be treated by Luo Shu. Just give up on that idea!” She was convinced that Luo Shu, being so young, couldn’t be that skilled in dicine, and was probably no different from those swindlers in the past, all after their family’s money. There was no way she would entrust her son to a fraud.
“Fine! As long as you don’t regret it later,” Ma Zhenhai snorted coldly and brushed past Lin Yu toward the house. He had always thought his wife was understanding, but today he realized she was nothing but presumptuous and unreasonable.
“Ma Zhenhai, have you lost your mind today? Taking such an attitude towards for a stranger, do you believe I can make Luo Shu unable to stay in Cloud City?” Lin Yu pointed at Ma Zhenhai and threatened loudly. She didn’t need Ma Zhenhai to deal with Luo Shu, all she had to do was say a word back at her parents’ ho. With her family’s influence, not just one Luo Shu, even ten wouldn’t be a problem. Her husband had never treated her with such attitude before, yet today he dared to lose his temper at her for a stranger. How could she swallow such humiliation?
Luo Shu and the two others followed the middle-aged man to his residence.
After serving tea and refreshnts, the middle-aged man introduced himself, “I forgot to introduce myself earlier, my na is Xu Feng.”
Upon hearing the na Xu Feng, Chen Zhihe imdiately recognized his identity. He never expected to have the honor of being a guest in the Cloud City Prefectural Magistrate’s ho.
“I’m Luo Shu,” Luo Shu responded with a smile and nodded at Xu Feng. She had a good impression of Xu Feng and wasn’t concerned about his status.
“Governor Xu, hello! I’m Chen Zhihe from the Fangting Town Public Security Office. Luo Shu is currently staying at my parents’ place,” Chen Zhihe stood up, smiling sycophantically and extended his hand.
“Hello!” Xu Feng shook hands with Chen Zhihe briefly. He had seen many like Chen Zhihe before; although not exactly disliked, he preferred not to associate too much with such individuals.
Turning to look at Luo Shu and seeing her still composed, Xu Feng felt his fondness for her grow, “Luo Shu, my wife will be out in a mont. Please would you examine her for ?”
“Of course,” Luo Shu nodded lightly, reached for the tea on the table, and sipped it gracefully, completely at ease.
Soon, footsteps could be heard from inside.
Then, everyone saw a middle-aged woman pushing a wheelchair out from the interior.
The woman in the wheelchair had a kind look and an aura of scholarly elegance. She smiled and nodded at the group, displaying none of the airs one might expect from the Prefectural Magistrate’s Wife.
Seeing his wife, Xu Feng smiled and stood up to greet her, taking the wheelchair from the middle-aged woman’s hands, “Aishu, this young lady is the one I’ve invited to treat you. Her na is Luo Shu, and she has excellent dical skills.”
Zhao Aishu looked at Luo Shu, and with a warm smile, said, “Young lady, that would trouble you!” She held no particular hope for her legs, only following along because her husband wouldn’t give up.
“You’re welco!” Luo Shu set down the teacup, stood up, and walked over to Zhao Aishu, “Give your right hand, I need to take your pulse.”
Zhao Aishu nodded and extended her right hand.
Luo Shu gently laid her hand on Zhao Aishu’s wrist, and after pausing for a mont, withdrew her hand and turned to Xu Feng to ask, “The Prefectural Magistrate’s Wife’s legs, they were severely injured ten years ago, weren’t they?”
To this, both Xu Feng and Zhao Aishu were startled. They hadn’t expected Luo Shu to deduce that as well. It was simply incredible!
“Yes, is there a cure?” Xu Feng, coming back to his senses, asked anxiously. He had practically visited every hospital in the country to help his wife stand again, but the results had always been deeply disappointing.
“There is, but the Prefectural Magistrate’s Wife must undergo acupuncture,” Luo Shu explained. Although Zhao Aishu had been paralyzed for nearly ten years, due to her family’s ticulous care, the muscles in her legs had not atrophied. With a few sessions of the Spiritual Pivot Acupuncture Technique, she could be restored.
“Really? That’s wonderful! Luo Shu, I cannot thank you enough!” Xu Feng, on hearing this, was overwheld with excitent. He didn’t doubt Luo Shu’s words. After all, Luo Shu could tell how long his wife had been injured just by taking her pulse, so there was no questioning her dical skills.
Luo Shu smiled and shook her head, “No need for thanks! I’ll perform acupuncture on the Prefectural Magistrate’s Wife right now.”
“Luo Shu, no need to be so formal. If you don’t mind, you can call Uncle Xu and her Aunt Xu,” Xu Feng suggested with a smile.
“Alright!” Luo Shu replied readily, “Uncle Xu, please take Aunt Xu back to her room and let her lie down on the bed. I will perform the acupuncture montarily.”
“Okay!” Xu Feng laughed and assented, pushing the wheelchair into the room. As his wife’s legs were inconvenient, they had their bedroom set up on the first floor.
“Aunt Chen, Big Brother Chen, please wait here for a mont. I’ll be finished soon,” Luo Shu said, turning back to Aunt Chen and Chen Zhihe.
“Go ahead, don’t delay!” Chen Zhihe smiled and waved his hand at Luo Shu, thinking to himself that he must forge a good relationship with Luo Shu in the future—his prospects could very well depend on her.
Xu Feng lifted Zhao Aishu onto the bed and, hearing footsteps behind him, knew Luo Shu had entered and turned to ask her, “Luo Shu, do you need any help?”
“Do you have alcohol?” Luo Shu took out a cloth pouch from her pocket with Silver Needles inside. These needles had just been used on Zhou Chang and needed to be sterilized before being used again.
“Yes, I’ll get it for you,” Xu Feng said, fetching a dical kit from a cabinet.
He ca back to the bedside, placed the dical kit on the five-drawer cabinet near the bed, and handed Luo Shu the alcohol, “Before Aunt Xu got injured, she was a doctor too. Ten years ago, she accompanied the Guard to the frontline as a combat dic. That was when she sustained her leg injury.” Xu Feng’s face revealed pain and guilt for his wife as he recollected the past.
Zhao Aishu reached out and took Xu Feng’s hand, “Old Xu, let’s not talk about the past. I’m okay now, aren’t I? Besides, Luo Shu said I’ll get better, right?” She understood her husband’s feelings.
“Yes, Aunt Xu will be able to stand up before long,” Luo Shu chid in. She was born into the Divine Doctor Family and had been exposed to ancient dicine since her youth. In pursuit of a higher dical realm, she combined ancient and modern dical knowledge. At sixteen, she went abroad to study, and at twenty, she returned to work as a surgeon in a hospital. She had also been to the battlefield with the Guard, so she knew well how perilous it could be.
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