A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Around 8 o'clock, Zhao Chunfang arrived.

She was wearing a dark blue polyester jacket, her hair was neatly combed, and she was carrying a cloth bag in her hand. She walked at a moderate pace, heading straight for the clothing store's recruitment table.

"Hello, I am Zhao Chunfang, Fang Ruijun's mother. I'm here today to apply for a caregiver position." Zhao Chunfang stood in front of Zhang Yunxia, ​​her back straight.

Zhang Yunxia sized her up and down, then shouted at Wang Xiaoling, "Xiaoling, call Wang Yingxue and tell her a professional TCM doctor is coming for an interview today. Tell her to come over right away!"

As soon as he shouted, several military dependents who were watching came over and craned their necks to look in his direction.

"A professional TCM doctor? Who is that?"

"The old lady looks quite dignified."

"Applying for a caregiver position? And caregivers need to practice Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Zhang Yunxia pulled up a chair: "Aunt Zhao, please sit down. Let me ask you first, where did you work before?"

Zhao Chunfang sat down and placed the cloth bag at her feet: "I worked at Harbin Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for over thirty years. Before retiring, I was the deputy chief physician of the acupuncture and massage department. I specialized in treating stroke sequelae, hemiplegia, and paralysis."

Ding Jiahe leaned forward: "Aunt Zhao, the patient can lift his upper limbs, but his lower limbs are immobile; he has basically lost all mobility. Where do you plan to begin?"

Zhao Chunfang didn't hesitate: "Legs are the foundation. If you can't stand up, you can't stand up. Let's start with lower limb joint exercises. Every day, I'll help her bend her knees, stretch her legs, and rotate her ankles, combined with acupuncture to unblock her meridians."

"The fact that the upper limbs can move means that the neural pathways are not broken, and they will recover faster than the legs. Stabilize the legs first, and then slowly walk upwards."

Ding Jiahe then asked, "Which meridians are primarily selected for acupuncture?"

"Focusing on the Yangming meridian, which is rich in Qi and blood in the hands and feet, is most beneficial for recovery. For the upper limbs, select the shoulder, elbow, and wrist; for the lower limbs, select the hip, knee, and ankle. Combine this with the Du meridian and Jiaji points to regulate Qi and blood as a whole."

Ding Jiahe asked, "The patient is currently unable to move on their own and is lying down for a long time. How can we prevent muscle atrophy and joint stiffness?"

Zhao Chunfang replied, "I help her move her arms and legs every day, making sure to move every joint, once in the morning and once in the evening. I massage the atrophied muscles more, focusing on her thighs and buttocks."

Ding Jiahe then asked, "What should I do if I feel dizzy and have unstable blood pressure when I turn over in bed?"

Zhao Chunfang said, "First, raise the head of the bed and gradually get used to it. Don't sit up all at once. Wearing an abdominal binder around your stomach and legs can help stabilize your blood pressure."

Ding Jiahe then asked, "During rehabilitation training, what should we do if we're worried that her arm will become stiffer with more practice?"

Zhao Chunfang replied, "Don't keep your arms bent all the time; do more stretching. Don't straighten your legs too much; keep your knees and ankles neutral. As soon as you notice her arms starting to tighten, stop immediately and help her slowly straighten them, count to thirty, and repeat several times."

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Ding Jiahe asked more than a dozen questions, covering everything from daily care to rehabilitation treatment.

Zhao Chunfang answered every question crisply and concisely, without beating around the bush or dragging her feet.

After listening, Ding Jiahe turned to look at Zhang Yunxia and nodded.

"Aunt Zhao's skill level is beyond question," Ding Jiahe said. "She's a seasoned traditional Chinese medicine doctor with many years of experience; she's on a completely different level from ordinary caregivers."

Zhang Yunxia continued, "Aunt Zhao, based on your experience, what are Aunt Han's chances of recovery?"

"I visited the patient last night and spoke with her family. I'm familiar with her condition. If it were me, I would have a plan that would enable her to live independently within six months."

Zhang Yunxia's eyes widened: "Six months? Completely independent?"

"Yes," Zhao Chunfang said decisively, "provided that you follow my plan, including daily massage, acupuncture, and rehabilitation without interruption."

Just then, Wang Yingxue squeezed through the crowd, sweat beading on her forehead and panting, "Aunt Zhao, you're here."

Zhang Yunxia grabbed Wang Yingxue's hand, her voice rising, "Xiaoxue, Aunt Zhao said that within six months, Aunt Han will be able to get back to work and take care of herself!"

Wang Yingxue was stunned.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go with Aunt Zhao, shall we?" Zhang Yunxia slammed her hand on the table, making the decision.

Wang Yingxue quickly nodded: "Okay!"

Zhang Yunxia pulled a piece of paper from the table and pushed it in front of Zhao Chunfang: "Aunt Zhao, we've booked a few slots before, please take a look."

The paper listed:

The first tier, daily care, costs 0.8 to 1.2 yuan per day;

The second tier, for those with nursing experience, is 1.2 to 1.5 yuan;

The third tier includes professional rehabilitation, costing between 1.5 and 2 yuan.

The fourth tier consists of individuals with medical backgrounds who can perform acupuncture, physiotherapy, and provide medication guidance; these fees start at 2.5 yuan.

"Given your qualifications, you can do any of these programs. If you find them too complicated, you can choose the third option, which only involves rehabilitation and recovery."

"If you're willing to include your medical care, then we can discuss compensation."

Zhao Chunfang glanced down and pointed to the fourth setting: "If I were to do it, I would definitely treat her to the best of her ability. I'm confident I can get her out of bed and move around within six months. The salary can be the same as what I used to get at the hospital."

How much did you earn per month before?

"I used to earn seventy yuan a month."

Someone in the crowd muttered, "Wow, this old lady earns seventy a month, that's quite a lot."

Zhang Yunxia waved her hand: "That won't do. You used to be a doctor, now you not only have to treat patients, but also take care of their basic needs, there's so much to do. How about this, three or five yuan a day, not including weekends, is that alright?"

Zhao Chunfang was stunned for a moment, her eyes widening slightly: "Such a high salary?"

She quickly waved her hand: "No, no, this is too much..."

She is the widow of a martyr, and she feels it's inappropriate for her to receive such a large sum of money.

Zhang Yunxia noticed her concerns and explained, "Aunt Zhao, don't worry. The money comes from the military region, our garment factory, and Xiaoxue herself. It's a joint effort from all three. Just do your best to help Aunt Han recover as quickly as possible."

After hearing this, Zhao Chunfang's expression relaxed slightly, and she nodded: "Okay, it's settled then. I'll talk to my son and ask him to help me get permanent residency. Once it's settled, I'll go over and take care of my older sister."

As soon as Zhao Chunfang's job was finalized, the crowd of onlookers erupted in excitement.

"Three yuan and fifty cents a day? That's almost a hundred yuan a month!"

"My God, I wish I could earn that much money too..."

"I want to too..."

Zhao Chunfang ignored the whispers around her and looked at Wang Yingxue: "Xiaoxue, don't worry, Auntie will take good care of your mother from now on."

Wang Yingxue's eyes reddened. She held Zhao Chunfang's hand and nodded vigorously, too excited to speak.

She never imagined that she would encounter a professional traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who even promised to help her mother recover within six months.

She used to be content as long as someone could take care of her mother and prevent her condition from worsening.

Overwhelmed by the sudden happiness and joy, tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhang Yunxia patted Wang Yingxue on the shoulder: "Alright, stop crying. Aunt Zhao is here, your mother has hope now."

Ye Wenxi didn't sit at the clothing company's recruitment table, but stood a little distance away to observe the scene, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips.

She turned around and walked back and forth in the crowd, looking here and there, occasionally stopping to listen to a few words, without interrupting.

After Zhao Chunfang left, a lot of people gathered around the clothing store, mostly looking for sewing jobs.

A military dependent in his early thirties sat in front of Zhang Yunxia, ​​rubbing his hands together, hesitating several times before finally speaking:

"Yunxia, ​​I heard that your garment workshop has trained people before. How about this? I'd like to learn from them. It's okay if I learn slowly; I don't need a salary."

"Can I learn from you guys?"

Several military dependents nearby chimed in, "We all want to learn. We can even help you with some work. We don't need any money, not a single penny."

"Just let us follow you, learn as we go."