The Lucky Farm Girl-Chapter 19 - Treatment of Leg_1

Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Treatment of Leg_1

Chapter 19 -19 Treatment of Leg_1

The next day, the entire Yang family gathered in Yang Chaowen’s room, feeling excited yet anxious because Yang Mengchen was about to treat Yang Chaowen’s leg.

“When I tap a spot, everyone pay attention to see if my uncle’s leg moves,” Yang Mengchen instructed.

Everyone nodded together.

Yang Chaowen rolled up his trousers, and Yang Mengchen squatted in front of him.

Xiao Guai lay obediently by Yang Mengchen’s feet.

Holding a small mallet wrapped in cotton, Yang Mengchen tapped lightly on Yang Chaowen’s lower leg. Yang Chaowen had no reaction, and neither did the onlookers.

As the tapping moved gradually upwards, Yang Chaowen still felt nothing.

When it reached the knee joint, Yang Mengchen gripped the small mallet and lightly tapped once without a response. Everyone’s hearts suddenly fell to freezing point, and Yang Chaowen couldn’t say whether he felt disappointed or resigned.

Suddenly, Yang Chengrong shouted loudly, “Jiujiu, it moved, it moved!” His voice was filled with excitement and boundless joy.

“Elder brother, did you really see it move?”

“I really saw it!” Yang Chengrong said eagerly, “Just now when you tapped, Father’s leg twitched slightly!”

Upon hearing this, Yang Mengchen increased the force slightly and tapped on the same spot again. This time, everyone saw it, and Yang Chaowen uttered a ‘hiss’ softly. Joy and excitement were evident on everyone’s face, and tears filled their eyes.

Commanding Father and Elder Brother to carry the uncle onto the kang bed, Yang Mengchen opened the medical box, took out the black needles from the deerskin case, and began to perform acupuncture on the uncle.

As time passed, fine beads of sweat formed on Yang Mengchen’s forehead, and his complexion turned a tad pale.

Large beads of cold sweat also formed on Yang Chaowen’s forehead. Despite the acupoints feeling as if they were being cut with a knife, he gritted his teeth and endured without making a sound. However, his originally pale complexion now had a faint flush of red.

Two hours later, Yang Mengchen removed the black needles, “Uncle, rest well. I will give you the second acupuncture treatment in a month. Continue to take the herbal soup and do rehabilitation in the meantime. After the third treatment, you should be able to recover completely.”

“Father, did you hear that? You’ll be able to walk freely very soon!” Yang Chengrong and Yang Chengxuan rushed to the edge of the kang, their voices choked with joy they couldn’t suppress, while Wu Xuehua’s tears silently streamed down.

The others also wept with joy.

Turning to look at Liu Xiuyun, Yang Mengchen apologized, “I’m sorry, Auntie. I’ll treat you with acupuncture tomorrow.”

She had originally planned to treat two people today, but unfortunately, her body was too young and weak, and the acupuncture took too long; she simply couldn’t go on.

“It’s alright, there is no rush in this moment. You look quite pale yourself, quickly go back to your room and lie down,” Liu Xiuyun said softly, consoling her.

Yang Mengchen wanted to say something, but suddenly her vision blurred and her body swayed. Everyone’s faces turned pale with fright.

“Jiujiu?”

“Jiujiu?”

Stabilizing herself in time, Yang Mengchen shook her head to stay alert and said to the anxious and worried crowd with a smile, “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”

“Qiu Lan, quickly help Jiujiu back to her room to lie down,” Madam Yang Zhou ordered urgently, “Chengning, go and fetch Doctor Li.”

Yang Mengchen spoke out to stop her, “Grandma, I really am all right, I just need to lie down for a while and I’ll be fine.”

But the entire family wouldn’t listen to her, Yang Chengning dashed out of the house, and Shen Qiulan carefully helped her daughter into her parents’ room.

Meanwhile, Yang Chaowen was about to get out of bed when Yang Mengchen suddenly turned her head back and repeatedly urged him to rest well. Having no choice, he lay back on the bed, eyes misting with tears as he watched his niece surrounded by her family, leaving the room.

For him, his niece had fainted from exhaustion yet still remembered to care about him. How could he not feel guilty and moved?

Wu Xuehua silently wiped her tears and turned to the kitchen to stew a wild chicken soup to nourish her niece.

Even though Yang Mengchen kept insisting she was truly fine, everyone still insisted on having her lie down on the bed, anxiously waiting for Doctor Li.

Xiao Guai jumped onto the bed and lay next to Yang Mengchen, his tiger eyes looking adorably worried about his little master.

“Is Zhipeng (Old Master Yang’s name) at home?” Just then, a questioning voice came from the courtyard.

“He is,” Old Master Yang responded loudly while walking outside. Yang Chaowu and Yang Chaoyi also followed, “Village chief, Lizheng, what brings you here?”

A voice chuckled, “My wife sent me to bring some tangerines to Jiujiu, and Siyuan asked someone to bring back some pastries from town for Jiujiu.”

Yang Mengchen recognized the voice as the village chief’s and knew that the village chief and Lizheng were very good to the Yang family and loved the original host dearly.

Especially the village chief’s eldest grandson, Chen Siyuan, treated the original host as well as his own brother. Chen Siyuan was eight years older than the original host, used to take her out to play when she was little, and often bought her snacks when he worked in town.

According to Eighth Brother, the last time the original host fell unconscious from falling out of a tree, Chen Siyuan rushed back as soon as he heard, staying by the original host’s side for an entire day and night before he reluctantly had to leave. On leaving, he insisted on giving the Yang family five taels of silver, which he had borrowed from his employer.

The Yang family eventually returned the silver to Chen Siyuan. For one, Chen Siyuan didn’t earn much monthly, and five taels of silver was almost half a year’s salary for him. Secondly, since the Chen family hadn’t split their household and the village chief had also borrowed a hundred wen, the Yang family naturally couldn’t accept it.

She had never met Chen Siyuan, but in her memory, he was a handsome and steady young man.

“This has made Siyuan spend money again, how can we be at peace with this?” Yang Chaoyi declined.

The village chief laughed, “It’s just a token of affection. Besides, Jiujiu is adorable, and we are willing to give it to her.”

“My wife always prays Jiujiu’s sensible and intelligent nature too. Just now, my son-in-law brought a box of sweet rice cakes, and my wife urged me to hurry and deliver them to Jiujiu.” Lizheng agreed, “You shouldn’t decline any further, just accept it.”

The conversation carried on as the men quickly entered the house, seeing the whole family present, looking worried and anxious. Noticing Yang Mengchen lying on the bed, fully covered up, the village chief and Lizheng were startled. “How come Jiujiu looks like this? She’s pale and sweating profusely?”

“Good day, Grandpa Village Chief, Grandpa Lizheng,” Yang Mengchen sat up, and Shen Qiulan quickly wrapped her in a blanket, “I might not have slept well last night, and I felt a bit dizzy just now.

Grandpa and the others insisted I should lie down.”

Yang Chengrong brought two stools over for the village chief and Lizheng to sit, and Yang Chengyou brought them hot water.

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“It’s their concern for you,” the village chief inquired, “Have you sent for Doctor Li?”

“Chengning has already gone,” Old Master Yang replied.

Watching Yang Mengchen, Lizheng spoke in a loving yet somewhat reproachful tone, “The doctor has said you need to recuperate as your body is weak, and yet you don’t take care. Are you suffering now, hm? I say, from now on you better stay quietly at home and not go anywhere, particularly not to the mountains.”

“Thank you for your concern, Grandpa Village Chief and Grandpa Lizheng. I will be fine after some rest,” Yang Mengchen said with a smile, “Please tell Brother Siyuan for me that he also has it tough earning money, so he shouldn’t buy me pastries anymore. You can take these pastries back for Grandma Chen and the others to enjoy; and as for Grandpa Lizheng, the sweet rice cake is a token of filial piety from Uncle Xia to Grandma Liu, I surely can’t accept it.”