"What method is it?" Fukang'an was taken aback.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a while, as if after a great struggle, and said: "But it was not excreted in time, and finally the sediment accumulated, blocking the various meridians in the chest, and over time it turned into inflammation and finally led to the condition of the lady. To treat it, only Only by massaging with special techniques to loosen the clogged lumps and unblock the meridians in the chest can the life of Mrs. Zun be saved."
In fact, in the final analysis, the disease Ma Chunhua replaced was nothing more than a common mammary gland blockage in lactating women, which eventually developed into mastitis. If a woman suffers from this disease, her chest will often be swollen and painful, accompanied by high fever. If it is not treated in time, it will develop very seriously.
As for Song Qingshu, a big man, why did he understand this? Coincidentally, Song Qingshu’s friend in his previous life was the one who let a woman teach him how to swim. After marriage, his wife also contracted this problem, and at that time he was very anxious about his friend. In the end, an experienced elder asked him to invite a daikushi to come back, and then he cured his wife.
That was also the first time Song Qingshu learned that there is such a sacred and beautiful profession in the world. The job he does every day is to caress the breasts of different women. Often be thankful Dade. Song Qingshu was very interested in this, so he deliberately searched for information to study, and planned to take a guest role in this profession in his spare time, so as to save the suffering women.
The first thing Song Qingshu did after he completed his studies was to find that friend, and stated that he would help his wife breastfeed and dredge the breast glands for free without any reward. In the end, he was blasted out by his friend's wife with a blushing face. Then, this great ideal was stillborn. Unexpectedly, after coming to this world, he would have the opportunity to actually practice it.
In fact, Song Qingshu understood at this time why so many famous doctors were helpless. They may not know how to treat them, but dare not treat them. They didn't even dare to touch her skin to feel her pulse, let alone massage her breasts. They were worried that they would be killed by Fukang'an afterwards, so they all said directly that there would be no cure.
Fukang'an looked at him viciously, and seeing his clear eyes, he could only suppress his anger: "Can you please teach the technique to the servant girl in the mansion, so that the servant girl can massage my wife?"
Song Qingshu frowned, and shook his head: "Women are naturally weak, and it is difficult to achieve effective results. However, this technique is extremely complicated. If you don't understand medical principles, it may be difficult to learn... If the commander-in-chief refuses to treat, I will resign." Song Qingshu was not lying. Prescribing breast milk for a breastfeeding woman is actually a very laborious task, and it usually lasts for several hours. Few women have such physical and manual strength, so prescribing breast milk in previous lives Teachers are often men.
"Sir, please stop. This commander is pedantic. Mr. has a good hand and a benevolent heart. Naturally, he will not have dirty thoughts. Please save her." Fu Kang'an reached out and stopped Song Qingshu, with a respectful look on his face. But I thought in my heart: let you save Chunhua first, how can I save your life afterwards.
"Okay then, please ask the commander-in-chief to order his servants to prepare a large pot of boiling hot water and a few clean towels." After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand in front of Auntie Zhu, "Jiu'er, help me roll up my sleeves. .”
For Song Qingshu's behavior of pretending to be self-serving, Zhu Wei hated her teeth so much, but in front of Fu Kang'an, she could only help him roll up her sleeves obediently.
"Is the disciple here too?" Fu Kang'an's face darkened again.
"That's natural. I need Jiu'er to help me with many things later." Song Qingshu replied.
"Okay." Fukang'an smiled reluctantly, but he was thinking in his heart, at worst, he would deal with one more person later.
Soon a maid brought hot water. After Song Qingshu washed his hands, he came to the bed, looked at Ma Chunhua lying half unconscious on the bed, and said, "Madam, it may hurt very much later, you have to be mentally prepared."
Ma Chunhua heard the conversation between the two in a daze just now, shy in her heart, turned her head to the side, and replied in a subtle way: "Yes."
Seeing Song Qingshu stretch out his hand to untie Ma Chunhua's clothes one by one, Fu Kang'an's eyelids twitched. When the two balls of white snow were exposed, Fu Kang'an snorted secretly, pulled a wooden stool, and sat aside, out of sight don't bother.
"Jiu'er, wring out the towel and give it to me." Song Qingshu reached out and touched Ma Chunhua's chest a few times, and said in a worried tone, "It's already this serious."
As a big girl with yellow flowers, Aimee Zhu felt shy when she saw such a scene. She quietly glanced at Song Qingshu who was calm and composed, and really didn't know whether to call him a vulgar or a gentleman.
Rolling up her sleeves, revealing two pink and snow-white arms, Auntie Zhu was startled, she looked up, and found that Fukang'an hadn't noticed this side, so she quickly put down her sleeves, revealing only a small piece of skin, Just to avoid getting wet with water.
Song Qingshu took the towel, frowned, stretched his hand into the basin to feel the temperature, and shook his head: "The water temperature is not enough, replace the basin with boiling water."
"But won't this burn Madam?" the servant girl said in a contemptuous manner.
"Don't worry, she won't feel hot right now, the hotter the water, the more comfortable she will feel." Song Qingshu said.
Soon a pot of scalding water came up, Song Qingshu couldn't bear to burn Auntie Zhu's onion-like fingers, so he asked the maid on the side to wring the towel dry for him.
Seeing the grinning expression of the servant girl who was scalded, Lan Zhihui's heart-warming Auntie Zhu quickly realized Song Qingshu's thoughtfulness, she opened her lips, but did not make any sound.
Song Qingshu put a few hot towels on Ma Chunhua's chest, and seeing her relaxed expression, he quickly asked, "Is Madam comfortable?"
Ma Chunhua thought it sounded rather weird, but she hummed honestly.
Seeing Fukang'an's expression on the side where one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, Song Qingshu quickly explained to him: "The old man first used a hot towel to soften the hard lumps in my wife's body. These hard lumps are actually accumulated by the milk left in the body. It will naturally melt gradually when it encounters hot water. This is why I need hot towels. If the temperature is not enough, the heat transmitted to Madam's body will not be enough, so naturally it will not be effective."
Fukang'an had no choice but to nod depressingly, indicating that he knew.
Guessing that the time is almost up, Song Qingshu said to Ma Chunhua: "Madam, remind you again, it will be very painful later, although it is not as painful as when you gave birth, but it is not too bad. If the commander-in-chief listens later Don't panic when Madam screams in pain." Seeing that both of them nodded, Song Qingshu took off the towel, stretched his fingers, and started to act.
Starting from the acupoint, Song Qingshu pinched a few hard lumps with his fingers, "I'll break up these hard lumps first, and clear the exit passage, so that I can force more hard lumps out later." Song Qingshu explained while moving He didn't want Fukang'an to push himself out and beheaded in anger because he didn't know the truth. That would ruin the future plan.
Sure enough, not long after, Ma Chunhua's breathing became obviously heavy. At first she gritted her teeth and endured it, but later she couldn't help it anymore and began to cry out in pain. "The commander-in-chief asked the servants to prepare some olive oil... Uh, you shouldn't have this kind of thing in this era, so prepare some sesame oil." Song Qingshu kept rubbing and squeezing the hard lumps around the Ruzhong acupoint with a specific technique, and the naked eye could see the A trace of white milk oozes out, and Ma Chunhua is ashamed and anxious after seeing it, so she can only yell in pain to distract herself.
When he felt that the small hard lumps around the Ruzhong point had been rubbed away and the surface became softer, Song Qingshu soaked his hands in the sesame oil for a while, then picked it up and spread it evenly on Ma Chunhua's chest, "The bottom of the breast root The hard lump in the circle is bigger and more difficult to handle, Madam is afraid it will hurt even more."
After finishing speaking, she started from her armpit, found a hard lump, and squeezed it up bit by bit. Ma Chunhua felt a sharp pain and couldn't help screaming. Fu Kang'an frowned and asked : "Is it really all right?"
Song Qingshu replied: "Don't worry, Marshal, this is normal. Women's breasts are small and numerous, and they are very easy to block. If I squeeze out the hard lumps that are blocked inside, Madam will naturally feel pain. It will be fine afterward, not only will it not be easy to get this disease again in the future, but the milk will be more abundant, which will be better for Master Ling's health."
Hearing him mentioning her child, Ma Chunhua looked up at Fu Kang'an with tears in her eyes: "Kang'an, our child..."
After the subordinates snatched Ma Chunhua back, they found out from her that she had two sons. Fu Kang'an, who had been childless for many years, was overjoyed, but learned that the two children were shot by the poisonous needles. Fukang'an was furious and executed all the dozen or so subordinates who had acted at the beginning. Ma Chunhua also contracted this strange disease because of excessive sadness and a lot of rain that day.
Fukang'an thought he was destined to be childless, but he didn't know that not long ago, someone sent a pair of children's shoes, bluntly saying that the twins were in their hands, and asked Prince Bao's Mansion to exchange the "Forty-two Chapters". After looking at it, Ma Chunhua recognized that the shoe belonged to her son, and her heart, which was already as dead ashes, was rekindled. If it wasn't for saving his life to see his son, Ma Chunhua would rather die than let another man use this method to help him heal his illness.
"Don't worry, I will definitely rescue them." Fu Kang'an said while holding Ma Chunhua's hand.
"I believe in you." Ma Chunhua nodded feebly, and squeezed Fukang'an's hand tightly.
"Oh!" Fukang'an was taken aback, and looking back, it turned out that after Song Qingshu's combing, Ma Chunhua's breast glands had been opened up a lot, and a large hard lump squeezed onto it, directly turning into a stream of milk and spraying it on the face of Auntie Zhu who was helping superior.
Auntie Zhu was unprepared, she felt her mouth was sweet and fishy, so she stood up quickly and wiped off her face.
"Marshal, half of the mammary glands on Madam's side have been undone, you should be able to tell the difference with your naked eyes." Song Qingshu secretly smiled, and with more effort in his hands, he shot streams of juice at Aimee Zhu.
Fukang'an didn't know whether he should be happy or angry. At this time, a guard's voice came from outside the door: "Marshal, my lord asked me to inform you that I'm ready to take action."
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