No Illness

"Just two needles, doctor!"

Yu Xiushui was a little surprised to see Su Ziyang insert two needles into her old friend Li Shuhua.

"Yes, just two needles! Auntie, please stand up and move around!"

After Su Ziyang finished acupuncture, he gestured for Li Shuhua to get up and move around.

"Oh my god, can I move around?"

Li Shuhua lay on the bed, too afraid to move.

"Yes, ma'am, your illness originated from qi (vital energy), so it needs to be addressed by regulating qi. Going downstairs or walking around the house will help move your qi and improve your condition."

Su Ziyang began to patiently explain to Li Shuhua. Once Li Shuhua heard that Su Ziyang's words Yu Xiushui.

"It's alright, ma'am, you can move around without worry. This injection will definitely be fine!"

Su Ziyang comforted Li Shuhua again. After getting out of bed, Li Shuhua walked around the room twice and did not feel any discomfort from the needle pricks, so she felt even more at ease.

"How about we go downstairs for a walk?"

Li Shuhua suggested it, Yu Xiushui readily agreed. The two then went for a stroll in the small square downstairs from the outpatient building.

Ignoring the two of them, Su Ziyang continued reading the booklet on Umbilical Acupuncture in his hand.

Twenty minutes later...

Su Ziyang heard two hearty laughs coming from outside the door.

"Oh my god. How embarrassing! How embarrassing!"

Li Shuhua covered her mouth and laughed as she muttered to herself.

Yu Xiushui was also laughing so hard she was doubled over.

These two people confused Su Ziyang. Su Ziyang cautiously asked, "Auntie, what's wrong? Why are you so happy?"

Don't even mention it! Haha.

Yu Xiushui a smile.

"We just went downstairs to that little square. We saw some old men and women sitting and playing there, so we went over. But we'd only been sitting there for five minutes when we heard her stomach rumble loudly!"

Su Ziyang didn't know Yu Xiushui was exaggerating, but her tone certainly sounded exaggerated.

"The first gurgling sound was fine, but then this person started farting, and the farts were so loud and smelly! It was a chain of farts, and soon all the old men and women sitting in the sun ran away! Hahahaha!"

No sooner had Yu Xiushui finished speaking than Li Shuhua let out three farts in quick succession.

In an instant, a foul stench filled the entire room.

If Su Ziyang's window hadn't been open, allowing the outside wind to blow in, Su Ziyang have really thrown up.

"Okay, I'll just go out. I'll go to the toilet to relieve myself. Here it comes again! Oh my god!"

Li Shuhua walked quickly outside, accompanied by a series of loud farts. The entire second-floor lobby turned heads.

"Is it really that amazing...?"

Su Ziyang clearly hadn't expected that just two needles would have such a strong reaction; it seemed he had truly underestimated the "miracle book" in his hands.

The book states that each acupuncture session should not exceed 55 minutes. Before the two went out for a walk, Su Ziyang told them that they could not stay for more than 50 minutes and had to come back.

So after about fifty minutes, Li Shuhua went back into the house.

"Still running exhaust?"

Su Ziyang had Li Shuhua lie on the bed and began removing the needles.

"I'm not relieving myself anymore. It feels like I've released all the pent-up emotions of my life, and my whole body feels so comfortable. I haven't felt this good in so many years!"

Li Shuhua lay on the massage bed, looking very comfortable.

From then on, Li Shuhua's ailment, which had lasted for more than ten years, was completely cured by Su Ziyang's two small needles.

After curing Li Shuhua's ailment in one session, Su Ziyang's interest in Taoist Umbilical Acupuncture grew even stronger.

The acupuncture treatment at the Daoist Medicine Clinic costs 22.9 yuan per session. If you claim reimbursement, it will cost around 7 yuan.

In other words, Li Shuhua cured her long-standing ailment for only seven yuan.

After seeing Li Shuhua and Yu Xiushui off, Su Ziyang sat in his original seat and continued studying.

"Dude, I heard you were the one who gave that old lady who farted the acupuncture needles. You've got some good stuff! Let's exchange tips."

Su Ziyang was reading for a while when someone came to the door.

Su Ziyang looked up and saw Fu Xinyu, and his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong with you? You won't tell me anything when I ask you something. Let me tell you, it's people like you who have ruined traditional Chinese medicine. Studying alone without friends leads to ignorance and limited knowledge. Teach me what you're good for, okay?"

Fu Xinyu's nonchalant attitude irritated Su Ziyang.

Seeing that Su Ziyang was just staring at him without saying a word, Fu Xinyu chuckled softly and walked to Su Ziyang's table, "What book are you reading? Hey, is it a rare handwritten copy?"

Fu Xinyu reached out to take the booklet on Umbilical Acupuncture from Su Ziyang's hand, but before Fu Xinyu's hand could touch the booklet, Su Ziyang quickly put it away and placed it in his drawer.

Rogue...

This was the first time Su Ziyang had ever encountered such a scoundrel.

"Are you looking for trouble?!"

Su Ziyang couldn't hold back any longer and stared at Fu Xinyu with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Look at you, why are you getting so worked up? Can't we exchange techniques and improve together?"

Fu Xinyu looked at Su Ziyang with amusement.

"What's the point of talking to you? Get out!"

Su Ziyang gave him the order to leave.

"Damn, do you own this clinic?" Fu Xinyu cursed, then slumped down onto the massage bed in Su Ziyang's room.

"I'm not feeling well, I made an appointment with you. Could you give me an injection?"

Su Ziyang felt a surge of energy but nowhere to channel it at this scoundrel.

Should I beat him up?

Obviously not, fighting is too sensitive a topic.

Just as Su Ziyang was feeling helpless, Yang Tianzheng walked in.

"What are you doing? In a meeting?"

Yang Tianzheng saw Fu Xinyu half-reclining on the massage bed and chuckled softly.

Upon seeing that there were outsiders, Fu Xinyu didn't say anything, lowered his head, and went straight out the door.

"Grass!"

Su Ziyang cursed as he watched Fu Xinyu leave.

"What's this kid doing here again?"

Yang Tianzheng watched Fu Xinyu leave and then sat down in the chair next to Su Ziyang.

"You want this from me?"

Su Ziyang took out a booklet on Taoist Umbilical Acupuncture from the drawer.

"Why should I?!"

Yang Tianzheng was also stunned.

"That guy's a real scoundrel. The other day, the old lady who does acupuncture came in again, this time with a friend. I used the Umbilical Acupuncture acupuncture needles to treat her friend's illness, and the effect was quite noticeable. He probably overheard those two old ladies chatting with other patients outside the door. So he came over and asked me to teach him this."

Su Ziyang was extremely agitated, so he briefly recounted what had just happened to Yang Tianzheng.

"Well."

Yang Tianzheng sighed after hearing this.

"I just went to see Old Xiao. I went to ask him about this."

"You really went?"

Su Ziyang thought that Yang Tianzheng was just trying to make him happy when he mentioned looking for Old Xiao last time.

"This is no joke. If he really goes, this kid's surname is Fu, right?"

"Yes, his surname is Fu! His name is Fu Xinyu."

Su Ziyang nodded.

"Sigh, let me tell you, just ignore him. This Daoist Medicine Clinic has been open for many years. It's true that it's Old Xiao's hard work, but to be honest, the clinic is quite large now. So Old Xiao can't manage alone; he has a big boss behind the scenes, and that boss's surname is Fu. He's Fu Xinyu's uncle. He asked Old Xiao to arrange for his nephew to work here."

"That kid's a real handful; he's got it all—fighting, wielding a hammer, there's nothing he won't do!"

Yang Tianzheng clearly knew a lot about the inside story and began to explain Fu Xinyu's background to Su Ziyang in detail.

Meanwhile, in Fu Xinyu's consultation room, Fu Xinyu had his feet propped up on the consultation table and was on the phone.

"Oh, Mom! Don't worry. I definitely won't cause any trouble. Let me tell you, that guy is just a show-off, trying to act tough on me. If I don't get rid of that brat, I'm not a son of Old Fu."

Fu Xinyu frowned as he explained to the person on the phone.

"Xiaoyu, don't cause trouble and make things difficult for your uncle. That's not just your uncle's business. If you make things too messy, it'll put your uncle in a difficult position too!"

A gentle voice from a middle-aged woman came through the phone.

"I know. It's okay! It's okay. I know what I'm doing. I can't say anymore, I have patients to take care of, I'm busy, busy. Mom!"

"You silly child..."

Before the person on the phone could finish speaking, Fu Xinyu hung up.

Let me think of a way to teach you a lesson!

Fu Xinyu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he opened someone's WeChat and began sending messages to that person.

"Is it that complicated?" Su Ziyang's eyes widened after listening to Yang Tianzheng's explanation.

"So, just stay far away from this kind of person and ignore him," Yang Tianzheng advised.

What should I do if he picks on me?

Su Ziyang asked helplessly.

"I've heard you know acupressure?"

Yang Tianzheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Su Ziyang with amusement.

Su Ziyang chuckled when he heard Yang Tianzheng say that.

"What's the big deal? If you don't like it, call Mengfei. I'm not saying anything bad about him, but Mengfei is a real scoundrel. He loves dealing with these kinds of scoundrels. Just tell him, he'll definitely have a solution!"

Yang Tianzheng left after saying one more thing.

"If you need anything, go to your master. After all, they are your master!"

Su Ziyang muttered to himself.

Another week passed, and Fu Xinyu didn't come to Su Ziyang's place to cause trouble again.

But Su Ziyang didn't have a moment's rest during this week.

Every day, seven or eight elderly women come to Su Ziyang for acupuncture. On his busiest day, Su Ziyang treated twenty people.

These people were all introduced by Yu Xiushui and Li Shuhua.

Some are from their senior citizens' clubs, some are from their dance teams, and some are from their walking groups...

In short, it was these two older women who promoted Su Ziyang.

Su Ziyang had previously read some books on interpersonal relationships. One of these books said that behind every person stand six people. When you make a friend, you are actually making friends with seven people.

Over the years, Su Ziyang hadn't had a direct understanding of this saying, but in the past week, Su Ziyang had thoroughly experienced it: behind every old woman there are six other old women.

That morning, Su Ziyang sat in the clinic, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet.

Because he had just seen off a group of elderly women.

"Doctor, doctor!"

Su Ziyang had just taken a sip of water when he anxiously entered his room.

This person was also helping another person.

The man who called for the doctor was a middle-aged man, somewhat balding.

The person he was supporting looked to be about the same age as Su Ziyang.

"Doctor, please take a look. My child's stomach hurts terribly!"

"Then lie down quickly, lie down!"

Su Ziyang gestured to the middle-aged man to help the patient with the stomach pain onto the massage bed.

Where does it hurt?

Su Ziyang looked at the young man whose features were all squeezed together and asked softly.

"My stomach hurts."

The young man clutched his stomach and curled up his legs.

How long has it been?

Su Ziyang asked again.

"It's been half a day, and it only started hurting a little this morning. But it's getting worse!"

The balding middle-aged man explained from the side.

"Have loose bowels?"

"No diarrhea!"

The balding middle-aged man followed up with his words.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing the man's pain, Su Ziyang's first suspicion was appendicitis. If it was appendicitis, Su Ziyang could treat it, but looking at the two of them, Su Ziyang felt a wave of unease, an inexplicable discomfort.

Therefore, Su Ziyang felt that if it was appendicitis, he would persuade the two of them to go to the city hospital.

Thinking of this, Su Ziyang lifted the man's shirt. "I need to get a checkup!"

Su Ziyang placed his hand on the man's lower right abdomen, a method used to check for appendicitis, known as McBurney's point tenderness.

McBurney's point tenderness refers to tenderness at the junction of the middle and outer thirds of the line connecting the right anterior superior iliac spine and the umbilicus, and is the most common and important physical sign of acute appendicitis.

Su Ziyang pressed down on the man's clitoral hood, pressed hard, and then quickly released.

Does it hurt?

Su Ziyang asked.

"It doesn't hurt!"

The man frowned and shook his head in pain.

"It doesn't hurt?"

Su Ziyang was extremely surprised.

"Then let me take your pulse!"

The man described symptoms that started off mildly but have become increasingly severe and are gradually shifting to his lower right abdomen. Su Ziyang thought it sounded very similar to acute appendicitis, but Su Ziyang performed McBurney's point tenderness test, there was no response.

Therefore, Su Ziyang returned to his preferred method: pulse diagnosis.

Su Ziyang placed three fingers on the man's wrist, and something strange happened.

If a person is in severe pain, their pulse should be wiry or wiry-rapid.

Because pain causes a person's heart to beat faster, their pulse rate also increases. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, a wiry pulse is a pulse associated with pain, where the pulse channels become taut and tense, like a taut string.

However, the man's pulse was not rapid or taut; on the contrary, it was very calm and gentle.

Moreover, whether you apply a light or heavy pressure, you can feel a very stable pulse.

His pulse is that of a very healthy person; it indicates a healthy stomach, good spirit, and a strong pulse.

"Huh..."

Su Ziyang exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong? Doctor! Is something not good?"

The balding middle-aged man looked at Su Ziyang anxiously.

"Hold on!"

Su Ziyang released the man's left hand, then moved to the man's right side and placed his fingers on the man's wrist.

The result was basically the same as the pulse on the left hand, both being a calm and gentle pulse.

What does this tell us?

This means the person is not sick!

Or it's some kind of strange illness!

Su Ziyang loosened his grip, glanced at the young man groaning in pain on the bed, and then at the anxious middle-aged man.

"Doctor, please tell us what's wrong! You're driving us crazy!" the middle-aged man said, stamping his foot as if he was about to cry.

"Who are you to him?"

Su Ziyang asked calmly.

"I'm his father!" the middle-aged man shouted. "What exactly is his illness? Is it very serious?"

I think he...

Su Ziyang paused deliberately at this point, which made the middle-aged man jump up and down in anxiety!

I don't think he's sick!