Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 667 - 665: She Really Can Heal

After a round of tui na, the little baby Chenchen "poofed" a few times, his crying subsided, and the symptoms of colic significantly eased.

Lin Wanwan withdrew her hands, picked up the baby and handed him back to his grandmother, saying, "Auntie, you hold Chenchen first. I’m going to get the medical kit from the car to give him further treatment."

What she had just done could only relieve the symptoms, and next time the child would still feel pain. Therefore, she needs to consolidate the treatment with moxibustion.

She had already diagnosed that the baby’s colic was caused by cold stagnation, and it was not difficult to treat. It was just a pity she had to rush back to the Ancient City and couldn’t stay in Yongcheng to completely cure him.

But it’s good to alleviate it first; next time he’s in pain, they should bring him to this health care doctor’s clinic for tui na.

Sometimes it’s just a matter of removing obstacles; once they’re removed, even old Chen can do it.

You can tell if there’s real skill by the efficacy, and Lin Wanwan’s technique instantly impressed everyone present.

What was impossible for the old Chinese medicine doctor, she accomplished effortlessly. Hey! Has the world changed now? Is it truly the era of young people?

Lin Wanwan’s car was parked on the village road in front of Liang Xingchi’s house; she habitually kept a small medical kit there, which contained emergency acupuncture packages and various supplies for external injury disinfection, bandaging, and suturing.

She got the medical kit into the house, took out the moxa stick, and said to Gu Jingyu’s grandmother, "Get me a clean slice of ginger."

"Oh, oh, okay." Grandma Gu hurriedly called out to someone in the crowd, "A-Si, go to the kitchen and cut a slice."

The middle-aged man who answered quickly left; he was probably a brother or relative of their family.

The ginger slice was quickly obtained, and Lin Wanwan had already lit the moxa stick. Meanwhile, under her gentle tui na, the little baby was somewhat sleepy, and everyone present watched breathlessly.

Lin Wanwan glanced around and gestured to Gu Jingyu’s grandmother to take a baby blanket from the sofa and spread it flat on the dining table.

She gently placed the baby on the blanket and placed the ginger slice on his navel.

Then, she lit the moxa stick, placed it into the small moxibustion box, and performed moxibustion through the ginger slice on the navel.

"This needs to be done for twenty minutes," Lin Wanwan explained to the gathered family and friends of the baby.

Gu Jingyu’s grandmother worriedly asked, "Our little one’s skin is so tender; is this okay? Will it burn him?"

Lin Wanwan said, "Don’t worry, I’ll always monitor the temperature of the moxibustion box, it won’t burn the child."

Perhaps because the colic had caused a heart-wrenching crying session, exhausting the baby’s energy, he was now feeling comfortable and had fallen into a deep sleep, undisturbed by any surrounding sounds.

In the blink of an eye, twenty minutes passed, and Lin Wanwan removed the moxibustion box and ginger slice. She said to Gu Jingyu’s grandmother, "All done, the baby can be taken upstairs for a good sleep; there shouldn’t be another episode for the next couple of days."

Gu Jingyu’s grandmother picked up the baby and couldn’t help asking, "There won’t be another episode in the next couple of days, but will there be in the future?"

Lin Wanwan nodded, "It needs a full tui na and moxibustion course to heal."

"Why don’t you give our little one the whole course? Can you?"

Lin Wanwan looked troubled, "I’m flying back to the Ancient City tonight; I have to attend school."

She glanced at old Chen beside her and said, "Doctor Chen, why don’t I leave this moxibustion package with you so that you can treat Chenchen later?"

Having made a clear diagnosis of the cold stagnation, old Chen was naturally confident; it was just right to have an extra little patient for tui na.

He pondered for a moment and then agreed.

The more he looked at Lin Wanwan, the more familiar she seemed. He couldn’t help taking out his phone, opening the album, and stopping at a picture he had downloaded from the Internet a couple of days ago.

It was indeed a photo from Lin Wanwan’s apprenticeship ceremony, initially shared in a small circle via text messages.

"You... you are Master Liang’s final disciple, Lin Wanwan?" Old Chen finally couldn’t help but ask.

Lin Wanwan smiled sweetly, "Yes. Are you the old Chinese doctor Chen Xinhua?"

Lin Wanwan heard people calling him "old Chen, Doctor Chen," and combined that with what the pink acne girl said earlier, she kind of guessed his identity.

"Yes, I am. You’ve heard of me?" Old Xinhua showed a satisfied expression.

Lin Wanwan smiled, "Renowned indeed; during dinner, your daughter-in-law was telling us all about you. I hear you’ve also studied medicine with my teacher?"

"Yes, yes, sat in on a few classes." Old Chen rubbed his hands awkwardly and laughed upon hearing this, cursing that so-called "daughter-in-law" in his mind.

Boasting like a fake Li Guang before the real Li Kui, isn’t that pitifully awkward!

Lin Wanwan didn’t press further, requiring him to clarify whether he attended public lectures or not a real personal apprenticeship.

Such exaggerations are common, presumably most small Chinese medicine clinics and herbal halls operate this way.

Those present knew the state of Chen Xinhua’s medical practice, annually visiting him for insignificant examinations, consuming insignificant tonics, buying beneficial ointments; that was how people saw him.

If they really had urgent or severe conditions, they still trusted doctors in big hospitals more.

In Chinese medicine, it’s mostly about nourishing the body, treating "slow" diseases, holding the hope of a "cure," sipping harmless herbal medicine, and waiting for the body to heal.

Learning that Lin Wanwan was a disciple of a reputed traditional medicine master, everyone was thrilled and insisted she check their pulses, whether sick or not.

Anyway, since the banquet had just finished and Lin Wanwan had no immediate task, she sat and started checking pulses.

Among this group, none had serious illnesses; a few had basic conditions already treated with Western medicine, and Lin Wanwan casually gave one or two everyday health tips.

After she finished examining those crowded around her, everyone left satisfied, having had their pulses checked by two Chinese doctors for free that day felt like a great deal.

By then, people who had eaten in the hall began arriving too.

Some said goodbye to the host family and drove off, while others came into their home for more chatter.

The woman with pink acne and her boyfriend also came over, saw her father-in-law, and greeted him with pride, only to be met with a cold glare.

Chen Xinhua angrily scolded his unaccomplished son, "Look at you, worthless! What did you learn in school?"

Young Chen remained silent, enduring his father’s lecture.

In front of "other people’s children," the incompetent naturally felt tormented, but he was also used to it.

He hadn’t even studied for a master’s degree in the Chinese Medicine Academy, like Lin Wanwan, and was only qualified to take the practitioner’s license exam, without even having the certificate. What level could he reach?

He simply didn’t need to find a job, had no life pressure, no learning motivation, and had long planned to work in the family pharmacy, inheriting his father’s profession, destined to be a health therapist in the future.