"Cui Lan, wake up, wake up, Aunt Cui Lan..."
"Oh dear, quickly, quickly pinch her philtrum..."
The clinic was in chaos. Several aunts and uncles watched Cui Lan, who had fainted, chattering amongst themselves. Yang Mingjie was pinching her philtrum, but she wouldn't wake up.
"What's happening..."
Just then, Yang Kuan hobbled in quickly. Wan Yunting and Chen Minxue, along with Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao's group, also hurried in. Yang Mingjie said nervously, "She might have heatstroke."
"Quickly help her to the bed, let me see..."
Yang Kuan said urgently. Yang Mingjie and other patients helped Aunt Cui Lan to the adjacent room and laid her down on a small bed. Seeing her covered in sweat and her face flushed, Yang Kuan said, "Try pinching her philtrum, she probably has heatstroke."
"I did, she didn't wake up," Yang Mingjie said in a panic.
Yang Kuan took Aunt Cui Lan's wrist to feel her pulse. The pulse was beating very fast, and he immediately said, "Go get some Huoxiang Zhengqi Shui."
"Oh, okay..."
As Yang Mingjie was about to go to the next room, he found everyone blocking the doorway. Impatiently, he pushed past Wan Yunting and the others and returned with a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Shui.
Yang Kuan then opened it and quickly rubbed some onto Aunt Cui Lan's philtrum, and also firmly pinched her tiger's mouth, but she still wouldn't wake up.
Yang Mingjie and Aunt Cui Lan's son watched, extremely anxious, and said, "If it doesn't work, we should call for a car and send her to town."
"Uncle Kuan, let me see..."
Then Wan Yunting squeezed forward. Yang Mingjie and the others all looked at him. Yang Kuan remained silent, continuing to use his methods to try and wake Aunt Cui Lan.
Wan Yunting took her wrist, first checked her pulse, then lifted Aunt Cui Lan's eyelid to look at her pupils, and said, "It's likely a cerebrovascular disease, causing fainting due to insufficient blood supply!"
"Cerebrovascular?"
Upon hearing his words, Yang Mingjie and the others were astonished. Yang Kuan's old face also faltered. However, Wan Yunting asked Gu Luotang to get his backpack, took out his needle bag, and opened it. With three fingers, he produced a silver needle and pricked Aunt Cui Lan's philtrum...
Then he pricked her Yintang acupoint, followed by the Shangxing and Baihui acupoints. At the same time, he turned his head and said to Yang Mingjie, "Prepare some glucose water."
Yang Mingjie was stunned and looked at his father, Yang Kuan, wondering whether to obey him.
"Uh..."
In the next second, Aunt Cui Lan's complexion showed discomfort, and she slowly woke up.
"She's awake, she's awake..."
The onlookers exclaimed in surprise. Yang Mingjie and Yang Kuan were shocked and quickly said to his son, "Go get the glucose quickly."
"Oh..."
Yang Mingjie finally reacted and quickly fetched two tubes of glucose, opened them, mixed them into half a bottle of mineral water, and said, "Here..."
Wan Yunting removed the silver needles from Aunt Cui Lan and then slowly fed her the glucose water, saying, "Drink slowly..."
After drinking half a bottle of glucose water, Aunt Cui Lan finally let out a relaxed sigh. Wan Yunting gently laid her down and said with a smile, "Auntie, lie down and rest for a while. You'll be fine."
Aunt Cui Lan nodded weakly, and her son quickly thanked him, "Thank you so much..."
Wan Yunting waved his hand, then stood up and said to Yang Kuan and his son, "Her head must have been injured before. Combined with working in such strong sunlight, it caused her cerebrovascular disease to flare up, leading to the coma."
"My mother's head did have an injury before," Aunt Cui Lan's son said.
"Is this very serious?" Yang Mingjie asked.
"Not too serious. Just take some Chinese herbal medicine and slowly regulate it, and you'll be fine," Wan Yunting said with a smile.
"That's good then."
Yang Kuan nodded upon hearing this. This time, he finally saw the young man in a new light.
The professionalism and accurate diagnosis he displayed during Aunt Cui Lan's rescue indicated that he was a highly skilled doctor. Yang Kuan couldn't help but feel admiration and shame. After practicing medicine for over thirty years, he felt he was not as capable as this young man.
"Doctor, can you write a prescription for my mother?" Aunt Cui Lan's son asked.
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, "No problem."
"Truly amazing..."
The other villagers and patients around were all pointing at Wan Yunting, praising his medical skills.
Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao also couldn't help but show proud smiles.
Wan Yunting packed his needles back into his backpack, then asked Yang Mingjie for paper and a pen. He wrote a prescription and instructed Aunt Cui Lan's son to get the medicine according to the prescription and decoct it. A few doses would suffice.
"By the way, Uncle Kuan, Group Leader Chen mentioned that you studied traditional Chinese medicine?" Wan Yunting then asked Yang Kuan, who was sitting beside him.
Yang Kuan waved his hand bashfully and chuckled, "Ah, I only learned a bit of the superficial knowledge from an old physician back then. I can't compare to you. I truly never imagined that you young people would have such excellent medical skills. It makes me feel ashamed."
"You're too kind, Uncle Kuan. We are here to support your clinic, and at the same time, we want to understand the inheritance of your traditional Chinese medicine," Wan Yunting said with a smile. "After all, we want to protect the inheritance of Chinese medical culture."
Yang Kuan listened and nodded. Seeing that Aunt Cui Lan was fine, he said, "Everyone, follow me to the back. I have something to show you!"
This made Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang exchange glances. They nodded and followed Yang Kuan back to his old house. He then went inside and rummaged through chests and cabinets, soon taking out a yellowed and tattered book. He handed it directly to Wan Yunting, saying, "This is a medical book left to me by the old physician who taught me back then. Please take a look."
Wan Yunting carefully took the old, worn book. Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, and Huang Jingshan also gathered around, looking at the line of traditional Chinese characters on the cover. Gu Luotang read aloud, "Zi Xu Mai Jue!"
"Heavens, it's really Zi Xu Mai Jue..."
Sun Zhinan and Zhao Lusi, among others, were shocked and looked at the yellowed, tattered medical book in disbelief. It was the long-lost Zi Xu Mai Jue.
Gu Luotang's pretty face was filled with shock as she said, "Legend has it that Zi Xu Mai Jue was written by Cui Jiayan of the Song Dynasty, and later it was compiled and amended by Li Wenyuan, the father of Li Shizhen of the Ming Dynasty. It comprehensively discusses the mechanism of pulse, pulse diagnosis methods, pulse diagnosis of the five organs, diagnostic principles, the state of various pathological pulses, and the indications of pulse conditions. It appeared alongside Li Shizhen's Compendium of Materia Medica."
"However, with the changes of dynasties, Zi Xu Mai Jue has long been lost among the people. It is rare to see a complete book. I never expected this one to be preserved so well."
"Yes, this is truly wonderful..."
Li Peiyong and Tao Xiaoyang were exhilarated. They never expected to find such a long-standing Chinese medical book here; it was truly inspiring.
However, Yang Kuan said, "I didn't study much, and that old physician didn't teach me much back then. He only gave me this book, and I've been studying it for most of my life, but I can't understand many parts."
But Wan Yunting and the others said excitedly, "Uncle Kuan, your preservation of this book so well is truly a precious inherited ancient Chinese medical text for our Chinese medicine community."
"Is that so."
Yang Kuan smiled and said, "I don't know how precious this book is, but the old physician passed it down to me, so I kept it. I originally intended to teach it to my son, but that kid knows nothing about Chinese medicine and can't learn anything from the book, so I let him give up."
Wan Yunting and the others nodded with smiles, returned the book to Yang Kuan, and said, "Uncle Kang, you must preserve this book well. It is extremely precious to us Chinese medicine practitioners."
"Yes..."
Huang Jingshan and Qi Miaomiao echoed.
"Okay, I will keep it well," Yang Kuan said with a smile. He then carefully took the book back into the house and put it away again.