Chapter 83 He Clearly Has It!

Chapter 83 He Clearly Has It!

Seeing the displeased face of the middle-aged doctor, Chen Fu muttered, "Anyone with skills is impressive."

Then, he swiftly placed his hand on the chess bowl.

The bowl was hard and its edges were rough to touch.

Love-struck, she glanced at her own fair hands, estimating that her hand would turn red from the roughness soon.

Dr. Wang placed his hand over hers, then after thirty seconds, asked Chen Fu to take off his shoes to examine the affected area. After carefully inspecting Chen Fu's swollen big toe joint, he requested him to stick out his tongue, roll his eyes, and exhale.

With his long beard and determined gaze, he indeed had the air of an expert in a special consultation...

Dr. Wang turned to write the prescription, scribbled it quickly, and handed it to Xianjin without giving Chen Fu any chance to calm down. He said briskly, "Your father has rheumatism caused by improper diet and wind evil entering the body, leading to wind-heat-dampness rheumatism, also known as 'White Tiger Lijie' in folk terms. The pain during an episode is like being bitten by a tiger."

Being bitten by a tiger hurts!

Chen Fu hugged his leg, groaning, "Ouch, ouch—"

Dr. Wang blinked impatiently, "When dampness and heat combine, the limbs ache and feel heavy. Bitter herbs like Sophora root, Scutellaria, Anemarrhena, and Artemisia can help relieve this. I've prescribed Angelica Twisting Pain Decoction, which is slightly bitter and must be taken regularly. The pain will certainly ease somewhat."

Slightly bitter?

Who doesn't know that "slightly bitter" in a doctor's mouth means unbearably bitter; "slightly painful" means excruciatingly painful.

Xianjin looked at Chen Fu sympathetically.

Good.

This love-struck girl stared intently at the prescription—she might have only understood the six words "pain will certainly ease."

Xianjin hurriedly nodded and responded, "We'll go to the pharmacy right away and start brewing the medicine at noon."

Dr. Wang further instructed, "Every meal must be strictly controlled. No river or sea creatures, no unexposed foods, no meat soups or alcohol, no honey or sugar, and no roasted or fried foods."

Chen Fu understood the word "no" even if it were said in a foreign language, and he would instantly grasp its meaning.

Hugging his foot, Chen Fu looked warily at Dr. Wang, "What can I eat then?"

"Eat wilted vegetables, eat bran husks, eat fish bones!"

Dr. Wang rolled his eyes openly, then turned to Xianjin with a gentle expression, "During the onset period, strict dietary restrictions must be observed. If there's a long period without symptoms, you can eat a little bit, but with long intervals."

Xianjin looked at Chen Fu with pity and nodded, "I will ensure strict supervision."

As they prepared to leave, Dr. Wang smiled and took out a soft satin wrist pillow from his pocket, placing it on the table. He smiled at Xianjin, "Why don't you let me check your pulse too, Miss Chen?"

Xianjin, who had been ill for twenty years, instinctively wanted to refuse, fearing doctors.

Dr. Wang, seeing through her thoughts, added a phrase no Chinese person could resist, "Since we're here."

Xianjin: "..."

Reluctantly, she placed her hand on the pillow.

Dr. Wang gently pressed his fingertips on her left wrist, squinted his eyes, and listened quietly. After a while, he asked Xianjin, "Do you suffer from night vision problems?"

It was night blindness.

Xianjin nodded.

Dr. Wang continued, "Is it congenital or occasional?"

Xianjin thought about it. In her previous life, she had night blindness, which was congenital. Vitamin supplements or medications could only alleviate but not cure it.

Was it congenital?

Xianjin answered, "Congenital."

Dr. Wang's shoulders slumped slightly, as if letting out a long sigh of resignation, but his expression still showed a hint of hope. He then asked, "Do you have heart palpitations or weakness?"

It was congenital heart disease.

She was familiar with it.

This body's heart beat strong and steady, whether running, jumping, or holding breath, there was no shortness of breath or exhaustion.

Xianjin shook her head firmly, "No."

Chen Fu muttered, "She's always full of energy! Especially when scolding me, her voice is loud enough to scare birds away..."

Xianjin glanced at Chen Fu.

Chen Fu shrank his neck and pretended to look at the unimpressive scenery outside the courtyard.

Dr. Wang chuckled, "That's good, that's good."

Xianjin swore she saw a bitter smile on Dr. Wang's face.

"For congenital night blindness, there's no cure. Eating more liver, eggs, and tomatoes will help. Your pulse is steady and strong, showing no signs of common stagnation in women." Dr. Wang, having composed himself, looked at Xianjin kindly, "That's very good. Life is tough for women, so it's crucial to maintain a broad mind and positive emotions for health and longevity."

Xianjin nodded gratefully.

For a doctor to acknowledge the hardships faced by women was quite objective.

Xianjin sincerely thanked him and then carried her father, who was still immersed in the sorrow of eating grass, out.

Just past the corridor, Dr. Wang heard a girl's complaining voice coming from not far away — "… Did I not tell you to eat and drink in moderation? Did I not!"

A faint response came, "I did…"

"Did I not also tell you not to drink too much?"

"Y-yes…"

The girl's voice grew more exasperated, "You have nine meals a day, each one outside! After finishing at Little Rice Fragrance, you go to Xixiang Pavilion, and on your way back, you stop by Liu’s Pastry Shop!"

"Do you think you're like a cow with four stomachs? One for wine, one for meat, one for food, and one for soup?"

"You eat so much! Now look what happened! Your feet hurt!"

"What did the doctor say? Lack of dietary restraint! How old are you! The business doesn't need you to negotiate deals or drink to save face. You truly brought this illness upon yourself through overeating…"

The voice gradually faded.

It wasn’t that the girl had calmed down; they had simply moved further away.

Dr. Wang smiled and lowered his head to open the envelope containing Xi Jing’s letter.

A banknote worth thirty taels.

"A gesture like this is not something a non-head of the household would give."

The old servant beside Dr. Wang whispered, "This young lady seems to be the person in charge of Chen's in Jing County."

The old servant glanced at Dr. Wang, "She looks quite like…"

Dr. Wang gave him a glance, "There are countless things in this world, like reflections in a mirror or birds hidden in a forest. It’s normal for two people to resemble each other. Besides, they aren’t very similar; at most, their figures and stature are alike."

This was a sensitive topic.

The old servant quickly bowed his head in agreement.

After a while, Dr. Wang sighed, "This young lady was born with night vision weakness but without any congenital heart defects…"

One’s physical condition cannot be faked.

After a moment, Dr. Wang smiled, "But this young lady appears capable and efficient, speaks straightforwardly and energetically. Her pulse is strong and vigorous. She must be a broad-minded and generous woman."

The old servant added with a smile, "Her appearance is also very good, and her character must be precious—otherwise, she wouldn’t have been recommended and cared for by Qiao Shanchang."

Dr. Wang’s heart stirred.

…

That night.

After finishing a cup of bitter medicine, which made tears well up in his eyes, Chen Fu had already propped his feet up and lain down to sleep.

Unexpectedly, a thought suddenly struck him, and he turned over, slapping the bed frame:

"He clearly carries a hand pillow with him!"

"But he still gave me a chess bowl!"