Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 402: Hurting Each Other

"Get the medicine!"

Uncle Yaozi glanced at Wen Shi’s complexion, noticing it looked fine, then turned to ask Yi Chichi, "Is it for treating an illness or just for health maintenance?"

"For health maintenance."

"Do you have a prescription?"

"Yes."

But the prescription can’t be used indiscriminately; it has to be suitable for the symptoms.

"Uncle, you take his pulse first, and I’ll identify the right solution."

Wen Shi looked puzzled, wondering if it was truly so complicated just to maintain his health.

"Didn’t you say a medicinal diet would do, dear?"

"Yes, but you can’t eat just any medicinal diet."

A medicinal diet emphasizes the medicine, with food as the supplement, working hand in hand.

Wen Shi uttered an "oh" hesitantly, asking, "Uncle Yaozi, have your medical skills improved?"

This rather ungracious question left Yi Chichi speechless, while Yaozi got angry and gave him a brisk slap on the back.

"You little rascal, do you not want me to improve?"

"...Well, that’s not the case,"

He replied, aggrieved, "It’s mainly because your medical skills weren’t so good before."

This was truthful, and Yaozi couldn’t argue back.

However, "I have a wife!"

Puffing out his chest with a proud expression, he continued, "My wife can handle operations, manage a kitchen, and even teach students..."

Praising his wife, he went on endlessly, while Wen Shi tried numerous times to interrupt, only to be deterred by Yi Chichi’s gaze, leaving him to exclaim things like "Really? My Aunt Mu is so amazing" to express his astonishment and admiration for Mu Da.

When he finally finished, Wen Shi cooperated with a follow-up, "Uncle, how have you been learning?"

"Pretty fantastic!"

Yaozi grinned widely, "Come on, let’s go inside, and I’ll properly take your pulse."

"Alright!"

Wen Shi agreed promptly, already thinking to himself that it’s finally over with all the self-praise!

Relief, tranquility.

Then, Wen Shi, now relieved, eagerly followed inside to have his pulse taken by Uncle Yaozi.

Yi Chichi, aware of Uncle Yaozi’s particular situation, stayed quietly beside them waiting for results.

The minutes ticked by, with Yaozi’s fingers resting expressionlessly on Wen Shi’s wrist until he finally withdrew his hand.

Both Wen Shi and Yi Chichi relaxed at this, just about to inquire when Lang Hong spoke up, "Uncle, what’s Wen’s situation?"

"Not serious."

Yaozi looked at Yi Chichi, "But he does have quite a few minor ailments."

Then, he specifically discussed Wen Shi’s issues with Yi Chichi.

Actually, it’s nothing complicated, mostly just excessive training that’s inevitably harmed his body.

Things like meniscus injuries, ankle, wrist, and elbow injuries, fluid in the knees, and so on.

All occupational hazards.

Plus, previous injuries have left him a bit deficient in vitality and blood.

There’s also some spleen deficiency and poor digestion.

Everything else is okay, though.

But as they say, don’t underestimate these as minor issues; if not taken seriously and promptly treated, these minor problems could turn into major ones.

While young, you can rely on your body to endure, but as you get older, these small ailments and pains, while not life-threatening,

will plague you in your later years, making life unbearably painful.

Yi Chichi nodded in agreement, "That’s pretty much what I observed."

Yaozi understood from this that she had a good grasp of what medicines to use.

"How do you plan to manage it?"

"First, replenish vitality and blood, treat the knee fluid issues, then tackle the meniscus damage."

Speaking as she swiftly jotted down prescriptions, she wrote nonstop across three sheets before she stopped.

Standing beside her, Yaozi, through his wife’s long-term influence, could now discern the quality and intricacies of the prescriptions.

Only up to the point of observation; prescribing himself was a no-go.

Lacking the skill and knowledge of medicinal ratios and quantities, he couldn’t recklessly prescribe without full assurance, as it would be lucky if the patient got better, but disastrous if it caused harm.

Thus, he only deals with the familiar, confident prescriptions.

Self-study was impossible in his lifetime.

Looking at Yi Chichi’s three prescriptions, the balance and quantities of the herbs were obviously insightful.

Chances are, they’re old recipes improved over generations.

"Uncle, can you gather all these herbs?"

Yi Chichi handed over the written prescriptions, which Yaozi had watched her write.

For caution’s sake, he took them and thoroughly reviewed again, "Not enough tiger cane."

"How much do you have?"

This was a good question, but he hadn’t kept track, having previously sold a batch to the supply station, so how much was left...

"Wait here, let me check."

"I’ll come with you."

"Alright."

Seeing this, Wen Shi quickly followed; with the wife and Uncle Yaozi heading off, if he didn’t follow, he’d end up alone with Lang Zhiqing.

Even though it would only be a few minutes in the adjacent courtyard, it still felt inappropriate.

So, he had to keep up.

This way, he could both avoid causing trouble for Lang Zhiqing and safeguard his own innocence.

Yi Chichi was unaware of his thoughts, yet seeing him tagging along, she said nothing.

The storage room for medicinal herbs was in a large, well-lit, and well-ventilated room on the left side of the backyard.

Three large medicine cabinets lined the wall, organizing the herbs in categories.

"Help yourself, I’ll tally up the tiger cane."

Having spent a considerable time in the team physician’s room, Yi Chichi was quite familiar with the storage locations of the herbs.

Thus, Yaozi didn’t bother being polite and let her get the medicines herself, self-sufficiency and all.

She answered, getting straight to work collecting the herbs with ease.

Wen Shi stayed close by her side, watching as her hands expertly picked out herbs, neatly wrapping them in paper, quite amazed, "You don’t even need to weigh them, dear?"

Midway through gathering Huangqi, Yi Chichi shot him a glance, responding calmly, "Don’t forget what I do for a living."

With skills in embroidery, her hands had an exceptional sensitivity.

From touch, to texture, to weight, it was all the work of her expert hands.

Not to mention, she excelled in these.

Wen Shi, "..."

He gulped, at a loss for words, glancing over at Uncle Yaozi tallying the tiger cane, before leaning in to quietly ask Yi Chichi, "Honey, do you ever think I’m useless and don’t deserve you?"

He sounded quite anxious and forlorn.

Yi Chichi halted her packaging, raising her eyes to meet his, lifting a serious expression as she responded with a question,

"Old Wen, since I can’t swim, operate firearms, or fight in battles, do you think I’m worthless and don’t deserve you?"

Isn’t self-doubt and insecurity just that? Come on, let’s hurt each other.

Let’s see who can top who!

Being near-exactly reflective statements rendered Wen Shi speechless.

He twitched his mouth helplessly, "Dear, you know I didn’t mean it that way."

"I have no idea what you meant," Yi Chichi, uninterested in coddling him, said, pointing out that being overly sentimental wasn’t good for men.

"All I know is, you don’t think highly of me!"

A huge metaphorical pot lid descended upon Wen Shi, leaving him dizzy and unable to defend himself.

His lips moved for a while, then resignedly lowering his head, he apologized, "I’m sorry, darling, I shouldn’t be insecure, nor question your sincerity for me. I promise there won’t be a next time, can you..."

He cautiously peered at her, and seeing her smile, felt renewed confidence.

His voice softened uncontrollably, asking, "Can you forgive me this one time?"