The Wondrous Use of Radish Juice

Most of human fears stem from the unknown.

For example, it's the same road, but you feel fine walking on it during the day, but you feel scared walking on it at night.

It's not because of anything strange; it's simply because you can't see the road clearly, and because it's pitch black all around, that's why you feel afraid.

Darkness is not the source of fear; the unknown is.

Su Ziyang now understands the patient's mindset, so when the patient's companion invited Su Ziyang upstairs to take a look, Su Ziyang didn't offer any further explanation and simply followed him upstairs.

Upstairs, the man lay on the bed with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, looking quite pained.

"It hurts a lot?"

Su Ziyang said softly from the side.

"Hmm!" The man didn't open his eyes, but covered his head and eyes, and nodded.

"Have you gone to the toilet?"

Su Ziyang asked you softly.

No.

The man had barely finished speaking those three words when he sat bolt upright in bed, "I need to use the restroom, my stomach hurts!"

Su Ziyang pointed to the toilet. "The toilet's over there, there's toilet paper inside, hurry up!"

Twenty minutes later, the man slowly walked out of the toilet, clutching his stomach.

Do you have diarrhea?

Just by looking at this person, Su Ziyang knew that he must have diarrhea. He was just trying to distract him and make him relax.

"He's not just having diarrhea, he's also been urinating constantly, like a flowing stream at first, then like a waterfall at the end..."

Su Ziyang almost burst out laughing at the description of a man, but being professionally trained, Su Ziyang generally wouldn't laugh, "Feeling better now?"

Afraid of laughing out loud, Su Ziyang quickly changed the subject.

Hearing Su Ziyang's question, the man touched his head, as if wondering if his head should hurt. "It doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore! But it's still uncomfortable, my eyes hurt more, but my head doesn't hurt as much!"

"You'll probably have diarrhea and need to urinate again soon, so you can rest here a little longer. Or you can go home. The herbal medicine is prepared exactly as I told you, don't get it wrong!"

Su Ziyang gave the two of them a choice.

The headache had probably subsided by now. The man sat up in bed and said to Su Ziyang, "Alright! Alright! We can't just sit here forever. I'll go back and brew the medicine. When we brew it, we'll definitely follow the doctor's instructions!"

"That's good!"

Su Ziyang handed the remaining three doses of medicine to the man and said, "Your eyes and head will definitely still hurt, but by the latter half of tonight, the pain should be gone, and you'll feel much better. By the next morning, you should feel your vision has improved!"

"By the third day, the pain in your eyes will gradually lessen, and your pupils will slowly return to normal."

To prevent the man from worrying after taking the medication, Su Ziyang recounted all the details of his subsequent sensations to him.

After thanking him, the man left with the help of his companion.

After returning home, the patient experienced exactly the same effects of the medication as Su Ziyang had described. Only then did the patient realize the brilliance of Su Ziyang's medical skills.

After the patient returned home, Su Ziyang had no idea what had happened. This truthful feedback was told to Su Ziyang personally when the person came to present Su Ziyang with a banner.

The story of presenting the banner is another matter. After this person left, Daoist Master Xiao Yang suddenly brought in a young Daoist priest.

The man was quite handsome, but when he came in, his brows were furrowed and he grimaced.

"Daoist Master Yang, what's wrong with this young monk?"

Su Ziyang showed full respect to all the Daoist priests in this place. Although this person looked like a child, Su Ziyang still respectfully addressed him as "Little Master".

"Divine Doctor Su miraculous acupuncture techniques are amazing! We've come to see you. He has a terrible headache, could you please give him some acupuncture, Divine Doctor Su!"

From some point onwards, Daoist Master Xiao Yang began referring to Su Ziyang as "Divine Doctor Su."

Despite Su Ziyang's repeated attempts to correct him, Daoist Master Xiao Yang continued to call him that, so Su Ziyang had no choice but to let Daoist Master Xiao Yang calling him that.

"Oh dear, Daoist Master Xiao Yang flatter me! What miraculous needle technique do you possess? Let me show this young master!"

Su Ziyang took the young master's wrist and roughly checked his pulse, finding it to be wiry and rapid.

"Are you anxious or nervous? It seems like your liver qi is rising. How about this, acupuncture will help you recover the fastest. Let me give you acupuncture!"

Su Ziyang noticed that when he finished explaining the needling procedure, the young practitioner visibly swallowed, asking, "Does it... hurt?"

The young monk spoke these words with great uncertainty, and even glanced back at Daoist Master Xiao Yang.

"It will definitely hurt a little!"

As he spoke, Su Ziyang took out a pack of three-inch-long acupuncture needles from the box. Just as Su Ziyang took out sterile cotton swabs, preparing to give the young master acupuncture,

Su Ziyang noticed that the young nun's face had turned deathly pale. The Daoist Master Xiao Yang, with a particularly aggrieved expression. "Master, I... can I not have the acupuncture... can I take a painkiller instead?"

"Why take painkillers? A needle will stop the pain immediately, and it's green and environmentally friendly. A real man isn't afraid of needles!"

It would have been better Daoist Master Xiao Yang hadn't brought it up; the moment he did, the young monk's face turned even paler.

Su Ziyang looked again and saw that the young master's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

"Have to!"

Su Ziyang sighed inwardly, then said to the Daoist Master Xiao Yang, "Daoist Master Xiao Yang, please don't criticize him. He's genuinely scared. Look at him, his face is deathly pale when he sees the needle. If I really prick him, he'll faint again."

"What can we do? You know, he's always taking painkillers, which isn't a problem. And can herbal medicine really stop the pain so quickly?"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang patted the young master on the shoulder. After listening to their conversation, Su Ziyang realized that the handsome young man was Daoist Master Xiao Yang's nephew.

"Let me think about it!"

Su Ziyang thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you have any white radishes where you live?"

"Yes! I just bought some from the market today, planning to cook with it for the next couple of days. What's up? Do you need it?"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang, unsure of Su Ziyang's intentions, asked with some surprise.

"Okay, that works. Could you cut half a radish, juice it, and bring it over? I need it. Don't add water when you juice it; try to make the juice as thick as possible!"

After Su Ziyang finished instructing the Daoist Master Xiao Yang, the Daoist Master Xiao Yang nodded, indicating that his junior disciple should sit there obediently, while he quickly went to the Daoist temple's kitchen to fetch the white radishes he had bought.

A short while later, the Daoist Master Xiao Yang returned with a box half-filled with juice. "I've made two large radishes, see if that's enough?"

Su Ziyang looked at all that radish juice and was both amused and exasperated, so he quickly nodded!

Enough, enough, enough!