Shenhao System: I am serious about spending money

Inside the house, Jiang Xian told Yan Xiuzhu the approximate locations of the food and seasonings.

"Can you make a fire?" Jiang Xian's family uses a clay stove and needs firewood to cook.

When Yan Xiuzhu was a child, his parents worked outside, so he grew up with his grandmother in the countryside.

"Yes," he looked at the seasoning on the stove, "Grandpa Jiang, do you have chili peppers? My friend likes spicy food, can I make a Sichuan dish?"

"Yes, wait a minute." Jiang Xian took down the dried chili peppers hanging from the beams of the house, "That sharp-tongued little girl?"

"Well," Yan Xiuzhu took the chili pepper and said after a moment's hesitation, "She is a very nice person. If she said she would help with the road repair, then she would definitely do it."

Jiang Xian snorted coldly and said in a long tone: "Forget it, they are rich people with money, and I, an old man, am not worthy of it!"

Yan Xiuzhu was stunned, with some confusion in his eyes, but he knew that some things were not suitable to be asked at this time.

"Little boy, just take care of it. If you need anything, just call us. My wife and I are not good at cooking, so we'll trouble you tonight." Jiang Xian gave instructions and walked out slowly with his hands behind his back. "I'll go see the old lady treat them. Her medical skills are not very good, so please don't ruin my reputation."

In the yard, Qi Yue was taking Zhou Yi's pulse.

"Use your other hand," Qi Yue felt Zhou Yiyi's pulse while observing her face, "When did you start getting acne?"

"When I was in my second year of high school, it had been coming back for a few years. I used an ointment recommended by a dermatologist for a while and it got much better, but it has gotten worse again in the past few months."

Qi Yue took the pulse and took notes: "How is your menstrual period every month?"

Yan Ruosong was still in the yard. Zhou Yiyi felt a little uncomfortable and answered in a much lower voice.

"It's not very regular, and it's often delayed for several days."

Qi Yue felt her pulse again, frowned and asked, "Have you been suffering from insomnia at night recently? Have you been taking medicine?"

Zhou Yiyi's pupils trembled, and he was shocked: "Yeah."

Ever since her aunt lost her job in the first half of the year, she felt very uncomfortable and guilty when she saw her once heroic aunt setting up a stall every night. She always felt that she was a burden to her aunt.

In order to help Zhou Yiyi realize her dream of music, her aunt would sign her up for any tutoring class, no matter how expensive it was, as long as she thought it would be good for her. She was reluctant to buy herself new clothes, but when it came to supporting Zhou Yiyi's hobbies, she spent money without blinking an eye.

However, with so many students studying music across the country, how many can succeed?

After Zhou Yi entered university, she became less and less confident. She was secretly worried that she would disappoint her aunt's expectations of her, and she was always uncontrollably anxious.

After learning that her aunt was ill some time ago, she suffered from sleepless nights. She also privately went to find her former attending physician and asked the doctor to prescribe some more medicine for her.

I didn't expect that I could know so much just by taking your pulse?

"What medicine are you taking?" Qi Yue asked as she wrote, "Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"

"Western medicine," Zhou Yi paused, his eyes evasive, "It's for insomnia."

"Then don't eat yet," Qi Yue put down the pen and glanced at the top of her head. "I'll give you a few injections on your head later. Follow this prescription and get two doses of medicine. You'll be fine after you drink it. But you have to pay attention to your diet and eat light food. Also, keep a calm mind and don't think too much about everything."

Zhou Yi looked at Qi Yue eagerly: "Will it relapse again in the future?"

"Don't eat and drink too much, don't stay up late, and have a regular schedule." Qi Yue picked up the list and stood up, looking at Jiang Xian who had just walked out, and ordered, "Take a look at this kid's legs."

Jiang Xian came over and glanced at the prescription in her hand, then glanced at Zhou Yiyi and said, "Okay, go get the medicine."

Yan Ruosong was going to apply acupuncture on his legs, so he needed to lie flat on the bed. Jiang Xian instructed An Jing and others to help get him onto the bed. Before An Jing could object, Yan Ruosong quickly refused. In the end, he had no choice but to let Yan Xiuzhu come out. Zou Yu went to the kitchen first.

Yan Ruosong lay flat on the bed. Jiang Xian took out a pulse pillow and motioned Yan Ruosong to put his hand on it. Jiang Xian's slender and shriveled fingers then fell and placed on the pulse of his wrist and neck.

"How long has the patient been paralyzed? What caused it?"

Yan Xiuzhu repeated what he had said to An Jing and the others that day.

Jiang Xian carefully felt Yan Ruosong's meridians, then asked some other detailed questions. Finally, he put away the pulse pillow and took out a long needle. He motioned An Jing and other women to go out, and then asked Yan Xiuzhu to take off Yan Ruosong's pants and concentrate on the acupuncture.

After pricking several acupoints in a row, Yan Ruosong said he felt nothing. Jiang Xian remained calm and continued to change acupoints. However, Yan Ruosong's face obviously changed from hopeful and nervous at the beginning to disappointed, until he suddenly felt a numbness in his right leg.

Yan Ruosong suddenly opened his eyes wide, extremely excited: "I can feel it! It's a little numb!"

Jiang Xian stood up and put away the needles: "It can be cured. Your problem should not have been serious. If you had chosen acupuncture earlier, your meridians would not have been blocked so seriously."

Yan Xiuzhu: "I have seen a Chinese doctor before, but he didn't cure me."

Jiang Xian snorted coldly: "You are not good at learning, so I won't comment on you."

Jiang Xian sat down at the desk, took out a pen and medical record book, and wrote: "The treatment is mainly acupuncture and massage, supplemented by medication. If you have the conditions, after two courses of acupuncture, you can slowly start rehabilitation training. In three or four months, you will basically have no problem walking independently."

Yan Ruosong was still lying on the bed. He couldn't help but prop himself up. His arms were shaking with excitement. He was able to stabilize himself with the help of Yan Xiuzhu. "Can I really stand up and walk by myself?"

Jiang Xian put away his pen and said a little arrogantly: "What's your problem? I have cured people with much more serious cases than yours."

Yan Ruosong held Yan Xiuzhu's equally trembling hand tightly. The two looked at each other, so excited that they could hardly speak.

"Why are you still lying there?" Jiang Xian glanced at the two brothers, "Get up. The acupuncture will start tomorrow morning."

After looking at both sides, Yan Xiuzhu went back to the kitchen to cook, Qi Yue was picking up medicine in the pharmacy, and An Jing was a little bored in the yard. She stretched out her claws to the herbs drying in the basket, picked them up one by one, and looked around and sniffed.

As soon as Jiang Xian came out, he saw her "harming" his baby, and immediately walked over angrily with a broom in hand.

"What are you doing, you bastard?"

An Jing was startled and quickly dropped the herbs in her hand and smiled awkwardly at Jiang Xian.

Qi Yue heard the noise and ran out, and saw An Jing walking Jiang Xian around the yard like a rabbit. After a while of chaos, Jiang Xian was exhausted and the yard became quiet again.

An Jing panted and asked, "Grandpa Jiang, how much are their medical expenses?"

Jiang Xian propped up his thigh to rest, and looked up at her when he heard her: "Who are you to them?"

An Jing thought for a moment and said, "Leader..."

"Leader?" Jiang Xian curled his lips in disdain and said, thinking he was very powerful, "Give 20,000 to the big one and 100,000 to the small one."

An Jing took out her phone without hesitation: "Okay."

Jiang Xian: Huh???