Chapter 66: Chapter 66: No Comparison, No Harm
When being scrutinized by Song Ci, Lin Qing rarely felt a bit at a loss.
Did she see it wrong? How come it seemed like she saw, uh, envy in Madamās eyes?
Madam also felt awkward, just staring at someone like that; she cleared her throat and said, "Mother, donāt look at Doctor Linās young age, this medical skill she started learning from a young age."
Song Ci: "I didnāt say anything."
Madam: "..."
"Doctor Lin." Song Ci blurted out, then felt something was wrong, so she corrected herself: "Doctor Lin, come over and take my pulse. Iām not hoping to live to become an immortal witch, just hoping this broken old body can be a bit lighter, suffer a bit less, that would be a blessing."
Lin Qing smiled, finding Madamās conversation quite witty, she seemed like a rather easygoing person.
"If Madam trusts me, Iāll do my utmost." She stepped forward and sat on a small stool. Sangāer, with a medicine box on her back, opened it and took out a medicinal pillow.
Taking the chance, Song Ci and the others glanced over; the medicine box was layered, filled with quite a few bottles and jars, and also a moon-white brocade cloth pouch.
Hong You stepped up to help Song Ci roll up a sleeve and exposed her wrist. Watching Sangāer place the medicine pillow down, Song Ci then laid her hand on it.
Lin Qing extended her hand, took a slight breath, and her slender fingers rested on Song Ciās pulse.
Seeing this, Song Ci couldnāt help but wail inwardly, oh, thereās no harm without comparison.
Look at those fingers, like green onions, while hers were like withered branches, such a stark contrast, it hurt her heart.
"Madam, please calm yourself." Lin Qing was unsure why Madam was suddenly emotional.
Song Ci awkwardly smiled: "Doctor Lin, your fingers are really beautiful, as tender as spring onion shoots, unlike mine, like withered branches."
Lin Qingās fingers trembled, following her gaze, she smiled heartily: "Madam, in the future, these spring onion fingers of mine will also become withered branches."
"Youāre so eloquent, Iāve been comforted."
Lin Qingās lips curled slightly, she composed herself: "Madam, please refrain from speaking further, otherwise I canāt properly feel your pulse."
Everyone: "..."
This doctor is indeed bold, daring to command a Madam.
Song Ci then said nothing, allowing Lin Qing to take her pulse on the wrist, from left to right, for quite a while before she withdrew her fingers.
"How is it?" Madam is the most concerned.
Song Ci is also concerned about her own body, looking at Lin Qing with bright eyes.
"Madamās condition, I assume the Imperial Hospitalās dean has already mentioned, a stroke is most common among the elderly. The first time Madam was lucky, with no significant effects. If it happens again, paralysis and speech loss are mild outcomes, while the severe ones might be..." Lin Qing paused briefly.
Madam felt quite uneasy hearing this, was it necessary to be this clear?
"I know, stroke is a big issue, and it canāt be completely cured, maintaining a cheerful mood is important. Just tell me, can this body of mine be saved even a bit?" Song Ci asked.
No one has seen more of strokes than she has, from severe cases to sudden cerebral infarctions leading to death, much like the original owner. So maintaining a happy mood and reducing anger is always essential.
Lin Qing was very surprised and delighted, this Madam seemed like someone who understood the situation.
"Madam, you have accumulated various strains from the past, coupled with irregular living habits, unbalanced diet, worries, and excessive fatigue, it can be said that you have worn your body out early. The five organs are gradually becoming deficient, itās already a body with remnants of yin and yang. I donāt dare boast about restoring you to your former self, as after all, Iām just a doctor, not a deity, canāt turn back time, nor cure aging. If youāre willing to listen to me, I can at least ensure you live more comfortably for a few years, and that is something I can accomplish."