If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Knock knock knock~~~

The captain opened the door and greeted the visitors with a smile, "Director, please come in. This must be your wife. Have some tea, and I'll take you to find the boss's wife later."

Director Shen nodded and said politely, "Okay, thank you for your help. We really have no other choice. We've been to many places for examinations, and they all say there's nothing wrong, but it's just that it's extremely painful when it flares up."

"Oh dear, my wife has been in pain for so long that she's become mentally weakened and her reactions are slow. If this continues, every day will be torture."

"Your wife does look unwell; she's pale and very thin. Your eldest daughter-in-law is a skilled doctor; Doctor, you should try to find the cause of her illness so that we can treat her properly."

The captain poured tea for the two of them, said a few words, and then, seeing that the director's wife looked really bad, quickly took her away.

*

When Wen Yao saw her father-in-law bring people over, she asked softly, "Father, who are these two?"

"Oh, it's like this, daughter-in-law. This is the commune director and his wife. They want to come and see you for a medical checkup. They've been to many places for tests but haven't found anything. Would you like to take a look?"

"I see. Please come in, both of you."

Director Shen nodded, took his wife into the yard, glanced around, and saw that the racks were full of medicinal herbs, and the air was filled with the aroma of herbs.

Sitting down face to face, Wen Yao poured some flower tea and handed it over: "This is flower tea that I made myself. It's good for clearing heat and detoxifying. You should try it."

"I'll take your pulse first, and then tell me the specifics, your condition when the illness started, and roughly when it began. The more details the better."

"Okay, Dr. Wen."

"Cuilan, give your hand to Doctor Wen so we can take your pulse and see what's wrong. Once you're cured, you won't feel any pain anymore."

Upon hearing his words, Yun Cuilan's haggard face remained expressionless, her eyes somewhat vacant, and she obediently extended her hand.

Wen Yao observed her expression and casually asked, "Director, what's wrong with your husband? His eyes don't look right."

"Sigh, it wasn't like this before. She's in so much pain that she's having neurasthenia, and she's getting more and more sluggish every day. She looks like she's gone mad. You have to be patient and talk to her."

"My wife wasn't like this before. She was very warm and friendly, and she could chat with anyone. But after she fell ill, the tests came back negative, so she started taking painkillers to relieve the pain."

"I ate more and more each time, which ruined my stomach. Sigh, I'm becoming more and more sluggish and unable to react."

I pressed my fingers lightly on her pulse, but it was so weak I could barely feel it. She was so frail, with damage to all her internal organs, like a lamp burning out.

The problems that can be identified by pulse diagnosis can be treated with medicinal diets, but she really can't diagnose the real cause of the illness right away, there are just too many problems.

Just as Wen Yao was about to say something, she saw the person who was holding her down quickly withdraw his hand, trembling violently, clutching his stomach with a pained expression.

Seeing this, the director hurriedly reached for a medicine bottle, intending to feed her medicine to relieve her pain, but Wen Yao stopped him: "Wait, don't move, what kind of medicine is this?"

"Painkillers. My wife can't stand the pain when it comes on. We initially suspected that it might be a tumor in her abdomen that was causing the pain."

"They couldn't see anything on the X-ray. It's unbearable to be in this pain all the time, so I can only relieve it with painkillers one after another."

Wen Yao hurriedly waved her hand: "No, she can't take painkillers. If you suppress the symptoms like this, I won't be able to figure out what the root cause of her illness is. Her body is riddled with holes right now."

"She's covered in illnesses, making it impossible to determine the real cause. I need her to remain in an inflammatory state so I can conduct the necessary examinations."

"Come on, help her inside and lie down. I need to examine her. You all wait in the yard."

The director nodded repeatedly, led the woman into the room, and laid her on the bed. Seeing his wife clutching her stomach and wailing in pain, his heart ached, and his eyes reddened with heartache.

Choking back tears, he pleaded, "Dr. Wen, please, you must save my wife. She won't last much longer if this continues."

Wen Yao nodded emphatically and said, "Please go out first. I'll examine her alone. Don't come in until I let you in."

"Okay, I got it."

After closing the door, Wen Yao unbuttoned the patient's clothes and saw her clutching her stomach. She reached out and felt around on her abdomen, saying, "Can you hear me? Let me press on you and see where it hurts."

"Once we've located the spot, I'll insert the needle. After that, it won't hurt anymore. Just hang in there."

Yun Cuilan was too weak, and her wails were gradually subsiding. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "It's too painful. I really don't want to live anymore. This torture is truly cruel."

Wen Yao grabbed her hand and said earnestly, "It will get better, it definitely will. Cooperate with me and tell me where it hurts. We need to pinpoint the exact location."

"it is good."

A few minutes later, Wen Yao released her grip, took several silver needles, and inserted them one by one. Looking at her, she asked softly, "How do you feel? Has the pain eased a bit?"

Yun Cuilan's body was still twitching slightly. She slowly loosened her grip: "It seems to be much better. The cramps aren't as bad. When it flares up, I feel like there are knives twisting inside my stomach."

"Dr. Wen, everyone says you're a skilled doctor. Can you tell me what's wrong with me?"

Wen Yao paused for a moment, then pressed her finger on Wen Yao's lower abdomen. There was a small, hard lump, about the size of a glass bead. If it were something long, she shouldn't have been able to see it.

"Okay, go ahead and ask, I'll tell you the truth."

"You went to get an X-ray to make sure there's nothing growing in your uterus, right? Did you go to two different hospitals for the checkup?"

Yun Cuilan nodded: "I changed hospitals. I was worried it was something growing inside me. I went to several hospitals and they all gave the same result: everything was normal. They didn't see anything growing in my stomach, but I still feel pain."

"I have a small hard lump here that moves around, but everyone says it's fine. I don't know what's wrong with it."

"Hmm, I see a scar on your stomach. Did you have some kind of surgery?"

"Yes, it was a C-section. Fifteen years ago, I had a difficult labor when I gave birth to my second child, so I had to have a C-section to deliver the baby. The surgery went smoothly, and I was fine for the next ten years or so."

"that is……"

Wen Yao looked at her and said, "What is it? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Yun Cuilan nodded: "Yes, after the surgery, I always felt a little heaviness in my lower abdomen. It doesn't hurt, just a little uncomfortable. It's not serious. The hospital said it's normal and won't affect my life."

"But it started five years ago. At first, it was just a sharp pain that would pass and I would feel fine. Later, the attacks became more and more frequent, and the pain became so unbearable that I could only take painkillers to relieve it."