Talking About Illness

"See? Isn't that right? The root of your headaches lies in talking back to your parents. Think about it, your parents have it really tough. They just live on this little bit of land, and your father only does odd jobs in the city."

"I know that young man you're talking about. I'm not saying I'm against you young people dating freely. But he doesn't have a proper job and spends his days fighting and brawling. Even if he doesn't have a proper job, at least he could be well-behaved and honest."

"Girl, to truly cure your headache, you can't hate your parents. You don't know the gratitude you owe your parents until you raise children yourself, and you don't know the cost of living until you manage a household."

The doctor's voice was very magnetic, and everyone watching nodded in agreement.

The woman was also sobbing, tears and snot streaming down her face.

As the woman cried, Su Ziyang noticed that the snot from her nose was flowing more and more, dripping onto the ground.

The doctor took out some tissues and let the woman wipe her nose. The woman continued to cry while wiping her nose.

She cried for about forty minutes, whimpering and whimpering.

Su Ziyang and Fairy Li stood there with their arms crossed, watching patiently without any sign of impatience.

Gradually, the woman stopped crying, but kept wiping her nose.

"Uncle, thank you. My head really doesn't hurt anymore."

"Child, don't hate your birth parents; they are the people who love you most in this world. Your headache is gone, which means you know you made a mistake. Your headaches definitely won't come back. Okay, go home now."

The doctor handed the woman some more paper and sent her away.

When it comes to treating headaches, Su Ziyang has countless methods.

The simplest method is to press acupoints on the head, specifically two: the front and back acupoints. Pressing these two acupoints repeatedly will definitely have an effect.

Furthermore, there are many acupuncture methods. Generally, for upper body ailments, the lower body is treated by needling the Yongquan (KI1) acupoint and the Baihui (GV20) acupoint. If it is a migraine, the Shuaigu (GB8) acupoint can be added, which is perfectly adequate.

Taking medicine is even simpler; for example, a simple herbal remedy like Migraine-Dispelling Decoction can easily solve the problem.

For example, there are some folk remedies for treating migraines, such as using radish juice. Drip the juice into the nostril on the side that hurts, and the pain will bring tears to your eyes. This usually relieves the headache.

Su Ziyang's mind raced with a multitude of treatment methods, but Su Ziyang realized that none of them could compare to the doctor's therapy.

This guy cured someone's illness with just a few words. Su Ziyang believed that there probably weren't many people in the world who could do that.

Even if one were to use Zhuyou Technique to perform a Pain Transfer Method, it wouldn't be something that can be done simply by saying a few words.

"Uncle Shun, could you come to my house and take a look at my wife? She can't get out of bed these past few days. She has late-stage liver cancer. I'm counting on you. I've been waiting for you here all afternoon."

A man in a gray short-sleeved shirt, watching the woman leave, leaned forward and whispered to the doctor sitting on a small stool.

"Let's go take a look. Everyone, disperse, don't linger together."

Uncle Shun dismissed the crowd and then followed the man in the gray short-sleeved shirt outside.

"Doctor Ren, may we go and observe?"

After everyone dispersed, Fairy Li greeted Doctor Ren.

"Oh, Xiao Li. Come on, this is your friend. Well, he's quite handsome. By the way, Xiao Li, I'm not a doctor, don't call me that. If you like, just call me Uncle Shun, if you don't, just call me Old Ren."

Su Ziyang then learned that the doctor's full name Ren Qushun.

Uncle Shun.

Taking advantage of Ren Qushun's praise, Su Ziyang greeted Ren Qushun.

Hello, hello.

Led by the man in the gray short-sleeved shirt, the three arrived at the house.

As soon as he entered, Su Ziyang smelled a deathly aura, a peculiar kind of Illness Qi. Su Ziyang quickly recited a protective incantation.

Then he placed his left hand on Fairy Li's back, intending to create a protective barrier for Fairy Li.

Fairy Li held Su Ziyang's hand and said softly, "No need. Just let Su Ziyang take care of himself."

After the three entered the room, a woman with a somewhat disfigured face was lying on the bed.

He had lost all his spirit, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a dying man.

Even if you don't know the Qi Observation Method, there's a simple way to observe a person's spirit.

It's about looking at a person's hair and eyes.

Shiny hair, bright eyes, and a vibrant spirit – that's what it means to be energetic.

His hair was frizzy and dry, looking like weeds, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.

Here's another way to tell if a child is frightened: look at their hair. If it's frizzy and looks like dry straw, and they're constantly crying, they're generally frightened because their spirit is gone.

Ren Qushun took a stool and sat down next to the hospital bed.

"Dada family, can you hear me? You don't need to speak, I'll just talk and you'll listen, okay?"

Ren Qushun spoke in the same tone he had just used when he was talking to the woman with the headache.

The woman on the bed opened her mouth, but didn't speak; she simply nodded.

"Given your illness and your current condition, you know what kind of illness it is, right?"

The woman nodded again.

"Now you're a dying man too, right?"

Su Ziyang almost lost his composure upon hearing this. It was the first time he had ever heard a doctor and patient chat like this.

From the doctors and ordinary people Su Ziyang had met, no one had ever told a cancer patient, "You're going to die soon."

Even if someone is really about to die, everyone will say, "It's okay, it's okay."

Human nature is to love life and fear death. If you hear that you are about to die, who wouldn't tremble and be afraid? Even the most vicious death row inmate will feel apprehensive and fearful as he heads to the execution ground.

Ren Qushun's three needles hit the mark, and he immediately said, "You're going to die." The weak woman on the bed broke down instantly, and tears streamed down her face.

"But, as the saying goes, a dying man's words are kind, right? Tell me, have you ever hated anyone in your life? Tell us, let us hear it. You're going to die, you can't take this illness to your grave, can you? Let us know too."

Ren Qushun speaking, he patted the person in the gray short-sleeved shirt and told him to go and fetch some water.

After the woman drank two spoonfuls of water, her mouth became moist, and she was able to make some sounds, unlike before when she could only open her mouth without speaking.

"I, I, am the first one who really annoys him."

The woman couldn't move her hands or point at people, but you could tell from her eyes that she was talking about her husband, the man in the gray short-sleeved shirt who had asked Ren Qushun to come.

Why do you hate him?

Ren Qushun, picking up where the woman left off, and asked another question.

"You're useless."