Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

On Thursday morning, the classroom was filled with the faint scent of mugwort.

Sun Famiao had the students practice acupuncture in pairs. The needles were thin silver needles, and the palms of those who tried it for the first time were sweaty.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt." Sun Famiao walked back and forth between the desks, carrying an enamel mug. "You need to get a feel for it on your own body first before you can give it to patients."

Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman were assigned to the same group.

Zhao Xiaoman held the needle in her hand, looked at Liu Xiangyang's outstretched arm, and swallowed hard.

"I...I've already taken a stab."

Liu Xiangyang nodded.

Zhao Xiaoman held the needle and tried to insert it into the Hegu acupoint on his arm for a long time, but her hand trembled so badly that she couldn't manage it.

Liu Xiangyang chuckled.

Why are you shaking?

Zhao Xiaoman glared at him: "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"It'll hurt a little, it won't kill you."

Zhao Xiaoman gritted her teeth, brought the needle tip close, and gently pierced her skin.

Liu Xiangyang didn't even frown.

After Zhao Xiaoman finished her haircut, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Zhao Xiaoman smiled and gently touched the spot where he had been given acupuncture.

Liu Xiangyang looked at her.

Zhao Xiaoman's fingers slowly slid across his arm, from the Hegu acupoint to his elbow, and then back again.

"Where am I?"

"Shousanli".

"And here?"

"Quchi".

As Zhao Xiaoman asked questions, she touched his arm, pressing and pinching here and there with her fingers, as slowly as if she were drawing a painting.

Liu Xiangyang looked down at her hand, then looked up at her.

Zhao Xiaoman looked completely innocent: "I'm learning about acupoints."

Liu Xiangyang smiled but didn't say anything.

It was his turn to give her the injection.

Liu Xiangyang picked up the needle, and Zhao Xiaoman stretched out her hand, but her eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

Liu Xiangyang held her hand and gently inserted the needle tip into the Hegu acupoint.

Zhao Xiaoman hissed softly, but did not dodge.

Liu Xiangyang didn't let go after finishing the acupuncture.

His fingers gently caressed the back of her hand, sliding from the base of her thumb to her wrist, and then back to her fingertips.

Zhao Xiaoman's face slowly turned red, but she didn't pull it back.

Wang Dazhu's group next door was making a racket, and nobody was paying attention to this side.

Liu Xiangyang gently squeezed her hand in his palm, then released it.

Zhao Xiaoman smiled, looking down at her own hands, then at his hands, her lips curving upwards.

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While they were practicing, the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit stood at the door, looked inside, and his gaze fell on Sun Famiao.

"Dr. Sun."

Sun Famiao looked up, put down the enamel mug, and stood up.

"Director Wang."

The man nodded without saying anything more.

Sun Famiao took two steps outside, then stopped and looked back at the classroom.

"Liu Xiangyang, come with me."

Liu Xiangyang paused for a moment, then stood up.

Zhao Xiaoman tugged at his sleeve and lowered her voice, "Where are you going?"

Liu Xiangyang shook his head and followed Sun Famiao out.

On the second floor of the outpatient department, there is a private consultation room.

Sitting inside was a man in his fifties, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit. He looked unwell, and fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

Standing next to him were Director Wang, who had spoken earlier, and a younger-looking secretary.

Sun Famiao went in, and the man forced a smile and tried to stand up.

"Old Sun, I'm troubling you again."

Sun Famiao waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

"Director Niu, don't move, let me take a look."

Liu Xiangyang stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over the man.

He sat very upright, and there was an unyielding sharpness between his brows, unlike the amiable demeanor of ordinary cadres.

The gray Zhongshan suit was faded from washing, but the material was good, and the buttons were fastened meticulously.

Sun Famiao asked a few questions, then pressed on the man's back and waist. The man frowned and gasped in pain.

"Still the same old problem?"

The man nodded, his voice a little weak: "The pain has been really bad lately, and I can't sleep well at night. I went to the 301 Hospital in Beijing for a checkup, and all the specialists looked at it and took a bunch of X-rays. They just said it's an old injury and there's nothing they can do. I'm going back to Harbin to recuperate, and I'll have to trouble you again."

Liu Xiangyang's eyelid twitched; the 301 Hospital was a household name.

Sun Famiao remained silent for a while, then took out several silver needles from his needle case.

"Let me give you a few acupuncture needles to relieve the symptoms."

The man nodded.

Sun Famiao inserted the needles quickly, placing several needles on the person's back and waist, and gently twisting them.

Liu Xiangyang stood to the side without saying a word, but his mental energy had already enveloped Director Niu.

He "saw" that there was a small, irregular piece of metal embedded between the bone and nerve next to the man's lumbar spine.

It's located deep inside, and the surrounding nerve tissue is somewhat inflamed and adhered.

shrapnel.

Liu Xiangyang remained calm and continued watching Sun Famiao administer acupuncture.

A dozen minutes later, Sun Famiao removed the needle.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and his complexion improved.

"Old Sun, your skills are amazing! I feel comfortable for days after each treatment."

Sun Famiao shook his head and put the needle away.

"This only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. We need to find a way to get rid of this problem completely."

The man smiled wryly: "They said the same thing, that the location is too dangerous, and that forcibly removing it might damage the nerves, which is too risky. They suggested I try conservative treatment."

"That's settled then. We've come this far, I can't give up to him. Besides, I still have you, Old Sun."

"I couldn't take it anymore, so I came to you to treat it."

Sun Famiao smiled wryly and said, "It's all because my skills are not good enough. I can only help relieve your pain. I have no way to cure it completely."

"Hey, let's not talk about that. Who's this young man?" Director Niu asked, glancing at Liu Xiangyang.

"Our hospital is currently conducting barefoot doctor training, and I'm just responding to the Chairman's call to go and teach them a class. This kid has a good understanding."

"Then it won't interfere with your teaching duties. Training good doctors for the people is a great merit."

"Okay, Director Niu, we'll be going now." After saying that, he led Liu Xiangyang out.

As they were going downstairs, Liu Xiangyang suddenly spoke.

"Teacher Sun."

Sun Famiao turned to look at him.

"Is that person got shrapnel stuck in their waist?"

Sun Famiao was taken aback.

How did you know?

Liu Xiangyang did not answer directly.

"It's located very deep, pressing on a nerve. That's why it hurts and I can't sleep well."

Sun Famiao looked at him, and his expression changed.

"You can tell?"

Liu Xiangyang was silent for two seconds.

"I can cure it."

Sun Famiao stopped in his tracks.

He looked at Liu Xiangyang with a complicated expression, it was hard to tell whether he believed him or not.

"Do you know where that is? It's next to the spine, in the nerve plexus. One wrong move and the person would be paralyzed. Even the specialists at 301 Hospital dare not touch it."

Liu Xiangyang nodded.

"I know."

Sun Famiao stared at him for several seconds.

"Then what makes you think you can cure it?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at him without flinching.

"I have a solution. Not surgery."

Sun Famiao fell silent.

After a while, he suddenly smiled, a smile with an indescribable meaning.

"What exactly did your master, Han Jishi, teach you?"

Liu Xiangyang remained silent.

Sun Famiao shook his head and continued walking forward.

He took a few steps, then stopped again.

"That man's surname is Qin. He used to be in the army and fought in the Korean War. Later, he transferred to the foreign affairs department and is now in charge of foreign affairs at the Provincial Revolutionary Committee. He comes to me for acupuncture once a week, which makes him feel better for a few days. He'll come again next week. You come in with me."

Liu Xiangyang looked up at him.

Sun Famiao did not turn around.

"Give it a try. There's no other way anyway."

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