Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 205 Termination of Contract

"Clinic?" Song Ying blinked, still puzzled. "Master, what are we going to the clinic for?"

"If you don't go to the clinic, there won't be so many patients for you to treat."

"Can I give people acupuncture?" Song Ying's eyes widened in disbelief. She had only been learning for a month and had just passed the first assessment.

Doctor Lin pointed at the bronze man and said, "You have pierced the right spot just now."

Song Ying was dumbfounded. She wanted to say that this was a bronze man, a fake one, and she was not afraid if it got hurt. But when she met Doctor Lin's stern eyes, her panic and shock were suppressed.

The master said she could do it, so she should be fine. After all, the master is a very good doctor!

Although she comforted herself like this, Song Ying was still very nervous about giving acupuncture to a real person. She looked at the bronze man and suddenly remembered something. She asked hurriedly, "Master, there are several short wavy lines on the instep of this bronze man. What meridians are they? I can't find them in the book."

"That's not a meridian, it's an emblem." Doctor Lin's expression darkened a little, and there was a heaviness in his eyes that Song Ying couldn't understand. "That's a river, the Jiang family's emblem."

"Family crest." Song Ying repeated softly. Every year during the Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival and other festivals to worship ancestors, the village chief always liked to tell them about the clans of large families. He mentioned the family crest and said that only those clans that had been rich and powerful would have family crests.

Is the Jiang family a powerful medical family?

Glancing at the medical book on the table, she picked it up and quickly turned to the title page. There was a similar pattern in the lower left corner.

Song Ying asked, "Is this also the Jiang family's emblem?"

Doctor Lin nodded slightly.

This emblem was on the acupuncture songs and meridian diagrams that Song Ying got from Doctor Lin. Song Ying thought it was the logo of the bookstore that printed these books. When he saw the strange "meridians" on the bronze man, he did not connect it with the books.

She suppressed her excitement and looked at Doctor Lin eagerly: "Master, is our ancestor from a famous family? His last name is Jiang?"

The owner of the bookstore said that medical skills are passed down from master to apprentice, and to own so many medical books, it takes the accumulation of several generations. And this bronze acupuncture man is not something that ordinary doctors can own!

Doctor Lin stretched out his hand and gently stroked the river emblem on the title page with his fingertips. After a long while, he sighed and said, "I guess so."

Song Ying wanted to ask more, but Doctor Lin said first: "It's getting late, get ready and make the medicinal food."

It was still early and would not delay the preparation of the medicinal food. Song Ying's excitement slowly subsided. She looked at Doctor Lin and saw that she did not want to continue this topic, so she did not ask any more questions.

She sorted out the silver needles, medical books and other items one by one, went back to the house to pack up, and then prepared to go out.

At this time, Doctor Lin said again: "Let's go and see the old lady first."

Song Ying's eyebrows twitched, and she thought that her master really didn't want to continue talking about the Jiang family. Although she was curious, she could only suppress her curiosity and not ask.

Shen Wanting and her two sisters were also in Ninghui Hall. Song Ying could hear their laughter while he was still outside.

When they went inside, they saw a crowd of people. In addition to the three sisters Shen Wanting, there were also three wives and their maids and old women. It was a lot of people, all chatting and having fun, and it was very lively.

Seeing the master and his disciple, everyone was a little confused. At this time, it was neither the time to take medicinal food nor the time to check the patient's pulse.

After asking Princess Shun'an about her sleep last night and her diet this morning, Doctor Lin found nothing wrong and went straight to the point: "I plan to have Song Ying go to the clinic to give people acupuncture in two days..."

As soon as Doctor Lin started talking, Shen Wanting blurted out in astonishment: "What about grandma's medicinal diet?"

Doctor Lin glanced at her, then turned to Princess Shunan: "I came here to talk about this. If she wants to go to the clinic, the government won't be able to take care of her, so the short-term employment contract should be terminated.

Your condition has been stable recently, I will make the medicinal food first, and then find another part-time job later."

Song Ying had been immersed in the excitement and nervousness of giving acupuncture to someone, and only now did he realize about the medicinal diet.

She couldn't help but be touched by her master's thoughtfulness. He even thought of this aspect for her and came to find Shun'an County Master in person to deal with it.

She had only been doing this short-term job for more than a month, and she wanted to leave in the middle of the job. No employer would like this. If she went to the manager to terminate the contract herself, it would definitely be a hassle. But if the master came in person, Princess Shun'an would definitely give her face.

The Shunan County Lady raised her eyebrows slightly and asked in surprise: "She can give people acupuncture?"

Hearing this, others also thought that Song Yingcai had only been in the Shen Mansion for more than a month, and had studied medicine with Doctor Lin for even less time, yet he could actually give people acupuncture!

Doctor Lin seemed not to notice their surprise and nodded: "Okay."

Princess Shun'an's gaze moved from Doctor Lin to Song Ying, and then to her three granddaughters, with a hint of deep thought in her eyes.

After a long while, she said, "You have just had some free time these days, so you should take a good rest. Let's put the medicinal food matters in the hands of Wanyi, and let Song Ying teach her in the next two days."

The Wanyi she mentioned was the youngest daughter of the Third Wife and the seventh youngest girl in the mansion. She had just turned 11 in August.

He is only two months older than Song Ying, but was born in a wealthy family and grew up under the care of his parents and elders. He looks so childish that he seems a few years younger than Song Ying.

Everyone looked at Shen Wanyi who was eating steamed cheese with sugar. She seemed to have not expected to be mentioned suddenly. Her movements of eating the cake froze, and she could neither swallow nor spit it out.

Doctor Lin frowned and refused: "Medicinal food has the word 'medicine' in it after all, which is different from cooking. If there is a slight mistake, not to mention curing the disease, it may even be fatal. Miss Seven is still young..."

Before she finished speaking, the eldest wife glanced at her mother-in-law's expression, quickly thought of something, and immediately interrupted with a smile: "11 years old is not young, she is a few months older than your apprentice.

Mother, the sisters have nothing to do every day, so I think it would be better for them to learn how to make medicinal food, which would be a way to show filial piety to you."

The second and third wives looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes. They didn't understand why the eldest sister-in-law said that, but it was her duty as a granddaughter to serve her grandmother medicine, so they smiled and agreed: "Yes, mother, let them sisters take care of your medicine together."

Sisters Shen Wanting and Shen Wanyun also stood up and said, "Grandma, let us go with our seventh sister."

As everyone looked away, Shen Wanyi quickly swallowed the cake in her mouth, put the cake in her hand back, wiped her hands, and then heard what her two sisters said, and quickly stood up and said, "Grandma, I will do it seriously."

Princess Shunan seemed to be deeply moved by the filial piety of her granddaughters and daughters-in-law. Her expression became softer: "Okay, okay, grandma knows that you are filial..."

Song Ying glanced at the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren who were getting along harmoniously, and then looked at her master who was pursing his lips and looking thoughtful. Her intuition told her that there was a deeper meaning behind this, and it was not what she saw on the surface.