CHAPTER 149: CHAPTER 150: AT THE MOMENT OF PARTING (2)

Nianyang understood immediately, "So Aunt Fang, you want me to examine you?"

"Yes, Nianyang, I know it’s a bit shameless of me to come to you for this, but I really can’t handle it anymore. I hope you don’t mind."

Fang Lan nodded with some embarrassment.

She had heard about how Nianyang revived Teacher Bai from the Ghost Gate in front of everyone this morning and also cured the county’s flu virus. Now, Nianyang was the village’s famous Divine Doctor.

Thinking about how she had once underestimated Nianyang’s medical skills last time, Fang Lan felt a bit ashamed.

"Aunt Fang, why would I mind? I’m not the kind of person who holds grudges. You coming to me for a consultation shows trust in me, and I’m more than happy about it, why would I mind?"

Seeing that Nianyang truly didn’t care, Fang Lan’s expression relaxed. "Nianyang, you diagnosed my symptoms correctly last time. I’ve indeed been suffering from insomnia for over six months, and my hands and feet get cold at night, but these are minor issues. What I really want to know is, since I’ve been married into Zhang Family for over half a year, there’s no movement in my belly. Can you find out why?"

Nianyang asked Fang Lan to extend her hand and started taking her pulse.

A few minutes later, Nianyang withdrew her hand, examined Fang Lan’s tongue, and had an answer in her mind.

"Aunt Fang, your pulse is floating, sinking, fine, wiry, and hollow. This indicates a condition of heat-dampness with a deficiency in both qi and yin."

"What does that mean?"

Though Fang Lan didn’t understand, she felt it sounded impressive.

"Aunt Fang, you probably caught a cold in early spring this year but didn’t go to the doctor for medication, letting it heal on its own.

Then you began to feel cold hands and feet, suffer from insomnia all night, and wake up with a dry throat each morning, as if it were scorched by smoke, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

Fang Lan widened her eyes in disbelief. This Nianyang is quite amazing; just by taking her pulse, she could pinpoint the timing of her symptoms so accurately.

Nianyang said calmly, "Aunt Fang, you didn’t seek timely medical attention for your cold, leading to complications that caused uterine cold; that’s why your hands and feet get cold, and you have insomnia. If my diagnosis is correct, you’ve also stopped menstruating for three months!"

"That’s exactly it, you’re spot-on!"

Fang Lan was completely astonished.

She had never seen such a doctor before!

This was almost miraculous!

It seemed that the morning’s rumors were not exaggerated village talk; Nianyang truly was a Divine Doctor!

"Aunt Fang, your uterine cold is quite severe. If you don’t dispel the cold early, it could lead to lifelong infertility."

"Is it that serious? Is there any hope for me?"

Fang Lan’s face turned pale; in this era, a woman’s life was nearly over if she became infertile.

Nianyang took out pen and paper, quickly wrote a prescription, and handed it to Fang Lan.

"Aunt Fang, don’t be afraid. You’re discovering this not too late. This is a medicinal diet to aid conception and dispel cold. Take it to the town, get the herbs according to the prescription, decoct it at home, and take it three times a day for a month, and you’ll be fine."

"Does it really work?" Fang Lan glanced at the prescription. She recognized all the herbs: costus root, danggui, motherwort, peony, bupleurum, and cardamom.

"Aunt Fang, you have to trust me. If I can prescribe it, I can cure it. Believe that your good news will come soon."

Nianyang’s confidence was not arrogance but confidence borne of competence.

"Nianyang, I can’t thank you enough. If I manage to conceive, you’ll be my lifesaver."