My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 845: Encountering a Kindred Spirit 2

The old lady nodded weakly, reassured by her granddaughter’s certainty.

The old lady’s surname is Liang, and her granddaughter’s surname is Wu, called Wu Nannan.

Si Mingjing smiled and said, "Madam, don’t be nervous. You have a good and filial granddaughter. If you trust me, I’ll give you acupuncture for five days, and the swelling in your legs will go down. Of course, if you don’t trust me, I’ll just give you one session, and then I won’t bother you anymore."

Old Mrs. Chen couldn’t persuade the little girl, so she tried to convince old Mrs. Liang, "Your granddaughter is young and naive. Let me tell you, traditional Chinese medicine is all a sham. I ended up in the hospital because of Chinese medicine. If you want to save your life, don’t let her treat you."

The little girl was afraid her grandmother would be swayed by old Mrs. Chen and, in tears, frantically explained, "Grandma, Miss Si is really an amazing Chinese medicine doctor. Many media outlets say so. Please try, just give it a try, okay?"

Old Mrs. Liang weakly looked at her granddaughter and then at Si Mingjing, and asked, "Miss Si, this medical fee... I, I have no money."

What old Mrs. Liang was concerned about was the consultation fee.

She had heard of Si Mingjing. The media said she was a Divine Doctor who could cure cancer and diabetes...

Si Mingjing did not lack a bit of money. She said, "I can waive the consultation fee, but you’ll need to pay for the medicine. I’ll write a prescription, and you can have your family buy the herbs at the pharmacy. Each dose costs a few dozen yuan. Can you afford it?"

A few dozen yuan for a dose?

Old Mrs. Liang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I can."

Si Mingjing smiled warmly, "Then shall I continue with the acupuncture?"

Old Mrs. Chen still wanted to say something, but seeing that both Mrs. Liang and her granddaughter weren’t listening, she angrily cursed, "Like a dog biting Lun Dongbin, you don’t recognize a good person. You’ll realize how foolish it is to favor Chinese medicine when you end up like me!"

Seeing no one would listen, old Mrs. Chen stopped speaking, lay back in her hospital bed, sulking, thinking that in a few days, they’d be crying with regret, regretting not heeding her advice!

Si Mingjing gave Mrs. Liang acupuncture for twenty minutes, wrote down a prescription, and handed it to the little girl.

She asked, "What’s your name?"

"Sister Si, my name is Wu Nannan."

"Okay, Nannan, please buy the medicine according to this prescription. One dose per day, first and second decoction for oral intake, third decoction to wipe the swollen areas on your grandmother. Don’t forget." Si Mingjing handed the prescription to the little girl.

Wu Nannan nodded vigorously, "Sister Si, I remember. Will you really come to give Grandma acupuncture again tomorrow?"

"What I promised you, I will do," Si Mingjing reassured Wu Nannan and also spoke to Mrs. Liang, "Madam, please put your mind at ease, take the medicine well. I guarantee that in five days, your whole body will be free of swelling, and you won’t need dialysis either, and can live well-quality life."

"Re-really?" Old Mrs. Liang spoke weakly.

Si Mingjing nodded calmly, full of confidence and wanting to give the patient confidence as well: "Let’s work hard together. We’ll start with reducing the swelling. Whether it’s true or not, you’ll know in five days."

There was an old Mrs. Chen in the ward, who might still try to persuade Mrs. Liang after she left.

As people age and fall seriously ill, they dread doubting doctors the most at such times. Si Mingjing wanted to give Mrs. Liang a boost: "Let’s set aside all mental burdens and work hard for five days first. How does that sound?"

In this state, Mrs. Liang’s sons were already unwilling to treat her. She was willing to persist for not just five days but even ten days, because she knew that if she didn’t hang on, she’d probably not make it out of the hospital this time.

It’s said that her sons were all picking out a burial plot for her...

Mrs. Liang couldn’t bring herself to blame her sons. Every family has its hard-to-recite scriptures.

She didn’t dare to mention dialysis to her sons, always telling them to stop treatment, saying she’s lived long enough and that it’s because dialysis costs money and, more importantly, time.

Even if her sons were willing to give money, they couldn’t give time.

They all needed to work, taking two days off each week to accompany her to the hospital. A few times are manageable, but a year or two is impossible. As they say, long illness, no filial child at a sickbed...

Mrs. Liang had given up on herself completely, not knowing that suddenly a blessing had befallen her, claiming she could be healed.

Mrs. Liang was deeply grateful, as who in this world seeks death over life?

"Miss Si, please feel free to treat me. I know my old body’s condition well. Even if the swelling isn’t reduced, it’s just my fate. You don’t have to carry any burden in your heart."

Si Mingjing realized that Mrs. Liang was aware. The relationship between doctor and patient involved fate as well, and she felt a connection with Mrs. Liang, so she was willing to cure her.

Later, Si Mingjing followed Chang Danran to her office.

"Mingjing, I truly apologize..." Chang Danran apologized for old Mrs. Chen’s behavior.

Si Mingjing sat, drinking tea, and smiled calmly, "Aunt, we’ve done our best. If the patient herself doesn’t trust the doctor, there’s nothing anyone can do."

However, Si Mingjing believed old Mrs. Chen would be proven wrong!

She hadn’t intended to use this cure as a threat to Professor Ye, but now it seemed, old Mrs. Chen had forced her hand.

Though a healer at heart, Si Mingjing was not a saint!

For old Mrs. Chen to seek her for a cure in the future, it wouldn’t be as simple as just asking her for help!

"Aunt, leave Mrs. Liang’s case to me."

Chang Danran asked, "Are you really confident?"

"Yes," Si Mingjing said confidently.

She needed to cure Mrs. Liang to change old Mrs. Chen’s view of traditional Chinese medicine, so she’d be the one asking for treatment in the future.

Chang Danran spoke candidly, "Mrs. Liang is a patient of my colleague’s; the colleague is on night shift and not currently in the hospital. I’ll talk to him later. If you can cure Mrs. Liang, then go ahead. Without dialysis, our treatment plan for Mrs. Liang has hit a dead end, just keeping her hospitalized to prolong..."

In this situation, dialysis is the only solution, but unfortunately, the patient’s family doesn’t consent to dialysis.

So, they can only keep dragging it out until Mrs. Liang’s light extinguishes.

Some family members came to find Chang Danran later, and Si Mingjing, knowing how busy it was at the hospital, took her leave.

When she was about to get into the car downstairs at the hospital, Wu Nannan suddenly rushed over.

The little girl handed her a bag of fruit, "Sister, this is for you."

The little girl didn’t have much money, and she spent the little she had on the most expensive fruit at the fruit store as a thank-you gift for Si Mingjing.

"Thank you," Si Mingjing accepted it.

"Sister, you will definitely come tomorrow, right?"

The little girl was still uneasy. Si Mingjing reassured her, "Yes, I’ll give you my phone number. If I don’t come, you can call me, but don’t give my number to anyone else."

Wu Nannan nodded vigorously and promised, "Sister, I won’t disturb you with calls. You’re a very kind person, and even though the grandmother next door spoke so harshly, you didn’t reply back. It’s just that the grandmother next door encountered a quack. A quack doesn’t distinguish between Western and Chinese medicine, she was just unlucky, and now she’s condemning all Chinese medicine. I won’t believe her."