Chapter 128 The Acupuncture
Holding the book Three Character Primer, Su Jiuyue recited one page of it every day in the old scholar's courtyard.
The old scholar believed that only unlettered women were virtuous, but Su Jiuyue did learn quickly, even faster than the students he had taught before.
At the beginning, he didn't welcome her, but now he started to cherish her talents.
Whenever she asked questions, he would quote scriptures to answer her.
His wife's surname was Zhang, so Su Jiuyue called her Mrs. Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang liked Su Jiuyue very much, because Su Jiuyue was not only good-looking, but also diligent. Every time Su Jiuyue came here, she helped her do house work, like chopping the firewood or cleaning the yard.
Listening to the reading voice of her, Mrs. Zhang regretted not learning a few words from her husband before.
When Su Jiuyue went back home, she would teach Wu Xiyuan to learn the Three Character Primer she learned today.
But gradually she found that Wu Xiyuan recited even faster than her. It took her almost an hour to memorize a page of the book, but he could recite it after reading it twice.
In the past, Su Jiuyue had learned the medicine from her master and she could quickly memorize the pharmacology taught by him, so even the master praised she was so smart that she could learn things quickly. Now she found that Wu Xiyuan was actually smarter, so she thought he must have some knack of remembering things.
Wrinkling her nose, she decided to inquiry him. "Xiyuan, why do you recite things so quickly?"
Squatting beside her, Wu Xiyuan was writing and drawing on the ground with a small stick in his hand. It could be vaguely seen that his handwriting had already had his own style. "Well... I don't know, but I just felt that these things seemed to be in my mind. When I look at them, those words jump out one by one."
Su Jiuyue was stunned. Was that the reason?
It turned out that Wu Xiyuan had learned it before, but he had forgotten it temporarily. When she gave him some clues, he could remember it again.
Thinking of it, Su Jiuyue didn't feel disappointed anymore. Now that it was the first time that she had learned it, how could she recite it faster than him?
"Xiyuan, it's time to take the medicine!" While thinking, Su Jiuyue heard someone shouting.
Looking back, she saw Liu Cuihua walking across the threshold of the kitchen with a bowl of medicine and coming to them.
The smell of grassland seemed to be frozen in the cold day.
Su Jiuyue subconsciously wrinkled her nose, since the smell of the medicine was really bad. It's pathetic for Xiyuan to take it every day.
Answering obediently, he got up from the ground and walked to Liu Cuihua. Then he held the bowl and drank off the medicine with a frown.
Seeing him finish drinking, Liu Cuihua quickly stuffed the malt sugar into his mouth. Wu Xiyuan smiled at her. "Mom, I'm used to the bitterness now!"
Actually, Liu Cuihua felt really sorry to see him so obedient. She wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.
"You're used to the bitterness, but I'm still worried about you. I don't want to see you suffer."
Wu Xiyuan couldn't understand her worry, so he kept giggling.
Liu Cuihua turned to look at Su Jiuyue who was standing behind him and was still holding a crumpled book in her hand. It seemed that she had read it many times.
Liu Cuihua had noticed that she had kept reading these days together with Wu Xiyuan, which made her recall that he used to stand under the eaves and recite when he was still a child.
In the blink of an eye, his son had grown so tall, but she didn't expect such great misfortune hit him.
Fortunately, she had a good daughter-in-law. Somehow, she always thought her son would get better.
Her daughter-in-law had good luck, so Liu Cuihua believed that she would live a happy life. Her son would make her happy.
"Jiuyue, it's almost ten days. When will you take the acupuncture again?" She asked.
Huang Husheng left a set of silver needles for Su Jiuyue when he left. Su Jiuyue had taken acupuncture on her acupoints herself and practiced for a long time before she helped Wu Xiyuan to take acupuncture.
Hearing that, Su Jiuyue answered, "Yes, mom, I know it's today!"
Wu Xiyuan followed them back to the house. The Kang and stove were burning, which warmed the house. Wu Xiyuan skillfully took off his clothes and lay on the bed, revealing only his back and neck.
Every time Huang Husheng helped him with acupuncture before, Su Jiuyue watched aside. At first, she had felt a little bit embarrassed.
However, Huang Husheng told her that the doctor should treat the patients equally, not to mention that Wu Xiyuan was her husband, so she shouldn't feel embarrassed.
Su Jiuyue thought what he said was reasonable, so she gradually focused on her master's action.
This was her first time to take acupuncture, but she wasn't afraid at all. She had practiced countless times in her heart for this day.
Worried that she would be nervous, Liu Cuihua comforted, "Don't be nervous, Jiuyue. You've been practicing for so many days. You won't make mistakes."
Wu Xiyuan also looked back at her. When he saw that she was holding a long silver needle in her hand, he was so frightened that he quickly buried his head in the pillow, but he was still comforting her, "Darling, just do it! I have thick skin and won't feel pain. I can bear it!"
Su Jiuyue thought he was funny. The silver needle was very thin. As long as she stabbed the right acupoint, he would feel a little numb and wouldn't feel painful. In fact, she thought he didn't trust her.
Snorting in her heart, Su Jiuyue fiercely interrupted him, "Stop talking. Get ready. I'm going to start my work."
Wu Xiyuan quickly shut up, but Liu Cuihua was also very worried. Although she trusted Su Jiuyue, the one lying on the Kang was her own son.
At first, Su Jiuyue was still a little nervous, but as soon as her finger touched the acupoint on Wu Xiyuan's body, she calmed down.
Searching one by one according to what she had learned, she quickly inserted the silver needle on the acupoints, and then slightly rotated the needle to adjust the direction.
After pricking all the acupoints on his back and head, Su Jiuyue was sweating heavily.
Liu Cuihua quickly handed her a handkerchief. "Wipe your sweat. Is it over?"
Su Jiuyue took it over and gently wiped the sweat on her forehead, nodding slightly. "Yes, I'll pull out the needles later."
When Liu Cuihua saw that her son didn't cry pain, she relaxed a little. "Sit down and have a rest. I will pour you a cup of hot tea. Are you tired? I'm just looking around, but I feel so tired."
Su Jiuyue didn't feel tired physically, but felt a little tired mentally.
When she was about to refuse, Liu Cuihua had already gave her a cup of hot tea.
After thanking her, she asked Liu Cuihua to sit down with her in a chair.
"Jiuyue, how many times is this acupuncture? I'm old and can't remember it clearly." Narrowing her eyes, Liu Cuihua thought for a long time before asking.
Su Jiuyue remembered clearly. "Mom, it's the seventh time."
Liu Cuihua frowned. "It's been a long time. Why isn't he getting better?"