Portable Space: The Divine Doctor, Little Farmer's Girl

Chapter 1455 Healing for Mother Zheng

Chapter 1455 Healing for Mother Zheng

Although Zheng Qing's house is dilapidated, the inside of the house is kept very clean.

Especially Zheng's mother was paralyzed in bed, she ate, drank and sedated in bed every day, and the house was still kept so clean and tidy, which shows how much Zheng Qing's filial piety to Zheng's mother is.

Hearing the footsteps of more than one person entering the room, Mother Zheng tried her best to turn her upper body and looked towards the door.

Zheng Qingsheng was afraid that she would accidentally fall off the bed, so he hurried to the bedside to support her.

Zheng's mother glanced at Long Yu and the three of them, and saw that the three were dressed in extraordinary clothes, the male was imposing, and the female's appearance was not ordinary, so Zheng's mother grabbed Zheng Qing's arm and asked nervously: " Ah Qing, what are the names of these three nobles?"

She was afraid that it was Zheng Qing who offended the nobles in the officialdom by walking around in the officialdom.

Seeing that she was nervous, Zheng Qing quickly explained: "Mother, these three are the king of war Qiansui, Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan, Mrs. Yan understands the art of Qi Huang, and she once consulted medical skills with the doctor Shengqin. Today, my son invited Yan Madame is here to heal your mother, so there is no need for mother to be nervous."

"It's the King of War, Chitose."

Zheng's mother was a knowledgeable woman, and when she heard the words Zhanwang Qiansui, she looked at Chunyu Hanfeng respectfully.

"The woman pays homage to the war king, Qiantui. The woman's lower body is paralyzed and cannot get out of bed to salute the war king. It's no wonder that she still looks forward to the war king."

Thinking of Zheng Qingnian's father's death at a young age, Zheng's mother raised Zheng Qing up by herself by washing for others, and sent Zheng Qing to school to learn how to read and write with her own strength, Chunyu Hanfeng felt that Zheng's mother was an amazing woman .

He has always respected such women.

"Old Madam Zheng is serious, my king doesn't have so many rules when going out."

"As expected of the God of War of our Great Chu Dynasty."

Zheng's mother admired the battle king Long Yu originally, Chunyu Hanfeng was humble in his words, Zheng's mother regarded him as Jackie Long Yu in her heart even more.

"I didn't expect the woman to see the prince's demeanor in her lifetime. What is the prince's visit to Yufeng County this time?"

Zheng's mother guessed in her heart: Today's son's uncle came to such a poor and remote place like Yufeng County to visit the mountains and rivers, and Zhan Wang probably came here to investigate the problem of low grain production in Yufeng County.

Chunyu Hanfeng said: "The grain production in Yufeng County has been low for several years, and the people are struggling to survive. The emperor sent me to check the reason. Today, I and Mr. Yan came to Lihua Village to inspect. I heard that Mrs. Zheng was ill in bed. Madame knows the art of distorting yellow, so we followed Mr. Zheng."

"Cough cough, this is a long-standing problem of women, it doesn't matter if it can be cured."

Mother Zheng coughed heavily for a while and then told Zheng Qing: "Ah Qing, since the prince came to Yufeng County this time to investigate the reasons for the low grain production, you, as the head of Yufeng County, should work hard to assist the prince in handling affairs. Let the people of Yufeng County get rid of the days of starvation as soon as possible."

".Yes."

Zheng Qing's heart was flustered by Zheng's mother's instruction, and he lowered his head guiltyly, not daring to look directly into Zheng's mother's eyes.

In the past few years, he did not dare to let Zheng's mother know about the fact that he helped Tang Jian to make false accounts.

Hearing that Zheng's mother was breathing heavily, Yan Xiaosi interrupted the conversation between their mother and son, walked to the bed and said to Zheng's mother: "Old Madam Zheng, please stretch out your hand, I'll help you take a look."

"Then there is Mrs. Laoyan."

Mother Zheng didn't want to brush off Yan Xiaosi's kindness, so she slowly stretched her right hand in front of Yan Xiaosi with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Yan Xiaosi supported Mother Zheng's palm with one hand, and gently pressed Mother Zheng's pulse with the other hand.

After a while, Zheng Qing raised his head and asked urgently: "Mrs. Yan, how is my mother?"

After listening to the pulse, Yan Xiaosi gently put Zheng's mother's hand on the bed, and then turned to respond to Zheng Qing.

"Stroke, combined with overwork when I was young, my joints may be damaged, which leads to paralysis."

Yan Xiaosi's rhetoric was similar to that of the other doctors invited by Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing hurriedly asked again: "Mrs. Yan, is there still hope for my mother to get out of bed again?"

If Zheng's mother had been paralyzed for a short time, Yan Xiaosi could immediately reply that Zheng Qing could cure Zheng's mother, but Zheng's mother had been paralyzed for a long time, and if the muscles were atrophied and the joint function degraded seriously, it would be difficult to cure.

"Ah Qing, don't embarrass Mrs. Yan, mother is used to this."

Mother Zheng said with a heavy sigh.

"It's just that my appearance is difficult for you. If it weren't for my old age, your wife wouldn't."

"Mother, stop talking. That woman's thoughts are no longer on me. Even without you, she will leave sooner or later."

Zheng Qing interrupted Zheng's mother in grief and indignation.

"You have worked so hard to bring up your son. Without you, there would be no son today. Your old age is the most important thing to my son."

"Ms. Zheng has been paralyzed in bed for many years. I can't guarantee that she will be able to get out of bed completely after my treatment, but I can try. Let me give her a few needles first to see the situation."

The doctors who had been invited in the past concluded that there was no way to cure it after seeing it. Yan Xiaosi's words gave Zheng Qing a glimmer of hope.

Zheng Qing hurriedly asked: "Where do you want to tie it?"

Yan Xiaosi said: "Let's stick the leg first. If Mrs. Zheng can still feel a little bit of consciousness, after treatment, there is still hope of going to the ground for activities."

"There is Mrs. Laoyan."

Zheng Qing quickly lifted off the thin quilt covering Mrs. Zheng, and carefully rolled up Mrs. Zheng's trouser legs.

Yan Xiaosi sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the muscles on Mrs. Zheng's legs with her hands.

"The muscle atrophy is not very severe."

Zheng Qing was half-knowledgeable and watched her take a set of needles from Long Yu.

The thin needle was ice blue, and it was very cold, and he could feel the chill emanating from the needle while standing aside.

Yan Xiaosi used ice soul jade needles to prick Mrs. Zheng's left and right knees three times each, then left and right ankles each got two needles, left and right soles each got three needles, and left and right feet each got three needles, and two needles on the waist.

Seeing the slight change in the eyes of the ice soul jade needle, Zheng Qing frowned and looked nervous.

About a quarter of an hour later, Yan Xiaosi asked Mother Zheng: "Madam Zheng, do you feel something in your legs?"

Mother Zheng felt it carefully, and responded to Yan Xiaosi: "The left knee seems to be a little itchy, a little bit."

Yan Xiaosi gently turned one of the silver needles on his left knee, and asked again, "What about now?"

Mother Zheng frowned slightly: "It hurts a little, like being stung by a bee."

Yan Xiaosi gently turned the other silver needles.

After a lot of work, Mother Zheng said that she felt some sensation in her left knee and waist.

Fearing that Zheng's mother would not be able to bear the ice soul jade needles, Yan Xiaosi pulled out all the needles after a quarter of an hour.

Zheng's mother just felt a little bit of consciousness, Zheng Qing was happy to see her pull out the needle and asked very puzzled: "Mrs. Yan, my mother said that there is sensation in the legs and waist, why did you pull out the needle?"

(End of this chapter)