chapter 34 If you have kidneys, you will be weak

Practicing medicine was not enough relying on some basic medicinal materials, so Ashburn went to buy a pair of ordinary acupuncture needles. Although he had inherited medical skills, these inheritances existed in his mind through consciousness. He still needed to practice some skilled acupuncture techniques to achieve the state where practice makes perfect. Generally, practising acupuncture started with an acupuncture model, but in Ashburn's view, this could only be done by mastering the locations of acupuncture points. He already knew all of the acupuncture points on the human body, so there was no need to do anything extra. Moreover, the model was hidebound but the person was alive. Ashburn wanted to find a living person to practice. Practising medicine in person was the best way. For common ailments and pains, even if the acupuncture is performed incorrectly, it wouldn't cause serious effects. The next day, Ashburn set up a stall at the door and hung up a cardboard sign with the four tall characters "Practicing Medicine for Free" written in brush pen. He didn't have a license yet, so he could only practice medicine in an area without jurisdiction like the Old Town. He would have to be arrested if he wanted to go elsewhere. "Ashburn, what are you doing?" Irene couldn't understand when she saw Ashburn tinkering early in the morning. "Practicing medicine," Ashburn said matter-of-factly. "Stop messing around. When do you learn the medicine? If you misdiagnose, you will be put into jail." Ashburn smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry. I have a Chinese doctor as my teacher. He has taught me some simple treatment techniques. It will be fine." "When did you do that? Why didn't I know?" "Recently, Norton from the urban-rural fringe." "Is he reliable?" "Come on, Mom, these medicines won't kill anyone. I only treat people with colds and heatstroke. Don't worry about me! Just go to the dance square dancing with those charming old gentlemen." Ashburn persuaded her mother, and finally, Irene left. Irene had no way to change his mind. He expected that no one would seek treatment from him for serious illnesses, but minor ailments and minor pains would not cause any problems, so he left. Ashburn sat at the door for a long time, but no one came to ask. Passers-by glanced at him, turned around and left, probably just thinking he was a swindler selling fake medicine. If waiting didn't work, Ashburn decided to take the initiative. A light scent of perfume wafted over, and a graceful figure passed by his eyes. A woman in her mid-twenties wore a black V-neck dress and a pair of fish-mouth wedges. "Miss, you are sick." "You are the one who is sick!" The woman suddenly became angry. Ashburn frowned, "You are sick." "Shit!" The woman was tired of dealing with him and turned to leave. But she heard Ashburn talking from behind her, "Have you recently felt increased leucorrhea, odor, vulvar itching, often accompanied by back pain..." The woman immediately stood up and her ears were burned red. There were a lot of people coming and going on the street, not to mention how embarrassing it was for this woman to be said in public. "You... shut up!" The woman rushed up quickly to stop Ashburn from continuing. "Miss, would you like me to take your pulse?" The woman looked at him suspiciously, "Can you cure it?" "It's just inflammation, not seriously at all!" Seeing that he was so confident, the woman stretched out her bright wrist in front of him with the attitude of giving it a try. At worst, she would just pay if the treatment failed, and she lost nothing anyway. Ashburn put his fingers on three places at the wrist where the pulse is usually taken, pondered for a while, and said, "This is inflammation of kidney deficiency type, simple!" "Can women also have kidney deficiency?" "As long as you have kidneys, there is a possibility of deficiency. Miss, you still need to exercise restraint in sexual intercourse!" The woman's face turned redder and she glared at him angrily, "Don't talk about this inessential fuss. Is there any way to cure it? I went to the hospital twice and it was cured at that time. It relapsed a few days after I stopped taking the medicine. " "This is a typical case of treating the symptoms but not the root. I guess the hospital only diagnosed your inflammation, but there are many kinds of gynaecological inflammation. Typical ones include dampness-heat diffusing downward, dampness-turbid diffusing downward, spleen deficiency, kidney deficiency, etc. If the root cause of the disease persists, the condition will recur, and it will be useless no matter how many times you go to the hospital. Let me get you some medicine, make soup and cleanse your private parts, and it will probably be cured after three courses of treatment. " Ashburn lowered his head and grabbed some medicinal materials such as valerian, wild coptidis, honeysuckle, etc. from the bags at his feet. He wrapped a few bags and handed them to the woman. He said, "I still need some camphor leaves. I don't have them here. You can ask elsewhere." These medicinal materials were all obtained from Norton and were not complete. It was normal for a prescription to be short of one or two items. The woman was speechless and asked, "How much?" "Thank you for your patronage, one hundred." Ashburn's main purpose was not to make money, so the price was relatively cheap. "How do I know if these medicines are effective? What if they are not effective?" Ashburn smiled slightly, "You can wait until there is an effect before paying. Anyway, this is only for one course of treatment." Seeing that he was so confident, the woman was a little surprised, but seeing that his age was far different from the stereotype that of an old Chinese doctor with gray hair and a beard, she took out her mobile phone, "Okay, let's add WeChat first." Ashburn added her on WeChat and heard her say, "If you make me worse and make me unable to work, I will come to settle the score!" After saying that, she took the medicine and left angrily. Why was it still related to work? Doesn't this inflammation affect her work? Ashburn lowered his head and glanced at her WeChat account which was called Horny_Lonely. Out of curiosity, he opened her WeChat Moments and found that many photos could not be opened due to violations. Ashburn somewhat understood what she did for a living. No wonder she has kidney deficiency. "Hey, Ashburn, you're setting up a street stall?" A familiar voice sounded beside him. He looked up and saw Uncle Grover with a teasing smile on his face. Thinking of the time when his mother was hospitalized and flagitated Grover to borrow money but was turned away, Ashburn felt bitterly disappointed. "Practising medicine for free?" Grover looked at the cardboard sign hanging behind Ashburn and laughed exaggeratedly, "When did you learn medicine? How come there is a scum like you in the Xanthos family? Let alone become a live-in son-in-law, you dare to sell fake drugs to cheat people. If your grandfather knew that in the hell, he would be irritated to revive!" Ashburn stared at Grover coldly, "Uncle Grover, last time I borrowed money, you had severed ties with me. What I do has nothing to do with you." "Oh, sure, we have severed our relationship, but as an ordinary citizen, I cannot ignore this kind of deception. After all, I have a strong sense of justice." Grover laughed sinisterly and suddenly said loudly, "Don't believe this fraud! He has never studied medicine at all. He is lying here. Don't buy his medicine, or you may be poisoned!" The crowds were curious and discussing around. Studying medicine required a lot of time and energy. As a doctor, Ashburn was really young, let alone a Chinese medicine practitioner. Without more than ten or twenty years of immersion, who dared to call himself a Chinese medicine doctor? Among them were some neighbours from the Old Town. They knew Ashburn and had never heard of him studying medicine. The crowd was excited and prepared to judge.