"What method is it?" Fu Kangan was stunned.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a long time, as if he had gone through a great struggle, he said: "But it was not discharged in time, and finally settled and accumulated, blocking all the meridians in the chest. After a long time, it turned into inflammation, and finally caused your wife's illness. To treat it, we can only use a special massage technique to remove the blockage inside and clear the meridians in the chest. Only then can we save your wife's life. "
In fact, Ma Chunhua's illness was just a common breast blockage in breastfeeding women, which eventually developed into mastitis. If a woman got this illness, her chest would often swell and hurt, accompanied by a high fever. If not treated in time, it would develop into a very serious condition.
As for why a man like Song Qingshu would know this, it was a coincidence. In his previous life, Song Qingshu's friend was the one who asked a woman to teach him how to swim. After marriage, his wife also contracted this illness. At that time, his friend was very worried. In the end, an experienced elder asked him to hire a breast surgeon to cure his wife.
That was also the first time Song Qingshu understood that there was such a sacred and beautiful profession in this world. Every day, his job was to touch different women's breasts. After massaging them, the couple not only gave him a few thousand yuan as a reward, but they were also very grateful. Song Qingshu was very interested in this and specially looked for information to learn about it. He was prepared to make a guest appearance in his spare time to save the masses of suffering women.
The first thing Song Qingshu did after learning was to find that friend and said that he did not want any reward and would help his wife to open up her breast for free. The main reason was to combine theory with practice and personally try it out. In the end, his friend's wife blushed and kicked him out. Then, this great dream died in the womb. He did not expect that after coming to this world, he would have the opportunity to put it into practice.
In fact, Song Qingshu now understood why so many famous doctors were helpless. It was not that they could not treat it, but they did not dare to. They did not even dare to touch her skin to feel her pulse, let alone massage her breasts. They were worried that Fu Kangan would kill them afterwards, so they simply said that they did not know how to treat it.
Fu Kangan looked at him fiercely. Seeing that his eyes were clear, he could only suppress the anger in his heart: "Can Mister please teach the maids in the residence and let them massage my Furen?"
Song Qingshu frowned and shook his head. "Women are naturally weak, so it's difficult for them to have any effect. Furthermore, this technique is extremely complicated. If one doesn't understand medicine, I'm afraid it'll be difficult to learn it … If Marshal is unwilling to treat me, this old man will take his leave." Song Qingshu wasn't lying. Opening breast milk for a breastfeeding woman was a very strenuous task, and it often took several hours. Very few women had the physical strength and hand strength to do this, so in his previous life, the breast-opening workers were usually men.
"Mister, please wait a moment. This marshal has been pedantic. Mister's hands are miraculous and benevolent. Naturally, you won't have any dirty thoughts. Please save her, Mister." Fu Kangan stretched out his hand and stopped Song Qingshu. He said respectfully, but in his heart, he was thinking: I'll let you save Chunhua first, how can I let you live after this?
"Alright then, Marshal, please order the servants to prepare a large pot of boiling hot water and a few clean towels." After saying that, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand in front of Zhu Yaoyao. "Jiu Er, help me roll up my sleeves."
Zhu Yaoyao hated Song Qingshu for using his official position for personal gain, but in front of Fu Kangan, she could only obediently help him roll up his sleeves.
"Your disciple also wants to be here?" Fu Kangan's face darkened.
"Of course, I'll need Jiu Er's help with a lot of things later." Song Qingshu replied.
"Alright." Fu Kangan forced a smile, but in his heart, he was thinking: If worst comes to worst, I'll just have to deal with one more person later.
Soon, a maidservant brought the hot water. After Song Qingshu washed his hands, he came to the bed and looked at Ma Chunhua, who was lying on the bed in a semi-conscious state. "Madam, it might be very painful later. You have to be mentally prepared."
Ma Chunhua had heard the conversation between the two in a daze. Feeling shy, she turned her head to the side and replied in an inaudible voice, "En."
Fu Kangan's eyelids twitched as he watched Song Qingshu remove Ma Chunhua's clothes one by one. When her snow-white breasts were revealed, Fu Kangan secretly snorted. He pulled a stool over and sat on the side. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Jiu Er, wring the towel dry and give it to me." Song Qingshu reached out and explored Ma Chunhua's breasts a few times. He said in a worried tone, "It's already so serious."
As a virgin, Zhu Yanxi felt embarrassed at the scene. She stole a glance at Song QingShu, who was calm and composed, and really didn't know whether she should call him a vulgar or a gentleman.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her two snow-white arms. Zhu Xiaoyan was startled. She looked up and found that Fu Kangan was not paying attention to her, so she quickly put down her sleeves, revealing only a small part of her skin, just enough to avoid getting wet.
Song Qingshu took the towel and frowned. He put his hand into the basin to feel the temperature and shook his head. "The water temperature is not enough. Change to a basin of boiling water."
"But won't this burn Madam?" the maidservant asked.
"Don't worry, she won't feel hot at this time. The hotter the water, the more comfortable she will feel," Song Qingshu said.
Soon, a basin of boiling water was brought up. Song Qingshu didn't want to burn Zhu Xiaoyi's jade-like fingers, so he asked the maidservant to wring the towel dry and give it to him.
Looking at the maidservant who was grimacing in pain from the heat, Zhu Xiaoyan quickly understood Song QingShu's thoughtfulness. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Song Qingshu put a few hot towels on Ma Chunhua's chest. Seeing that her expression suddenly relaxed, he quickly asked, "Is Madam comfortable?"
Ma Chunhua only felt that it sounded quite strange, but she could only answer honestly.
Looking at Fu Kangan's expression, Song QingShu hurriedly explained to him: "This old man first used a hot towel to soften the hard lumps in Madam's body. These lumps are actually the accumulation of milk in the body, and when it comes in contact with hot water, it will naturally melt. This is also why I need the hot towels. If the temperature is not enough, the heat will not reach Madam's body, and naturally it won't be effective. "
Fu Kangan could only nod gloomily, indicating that he understood.
Estimating that it was about time, Song Qingshu said to Ma Chunhua, "Madam, let me remind you again, it will be very painful later. Although it is not as painful as when you gave birth, but it is not much different. Marshal, if you hear Madam's cries of pain later, don't panic. " Seeing that both of them nodded, Song Qingshu took off the towel, moved his fingers, and began to move.
First, starting from the acupuncture point, Song Qingshu pinched a few hard lumps with his fingers, "I will first disperse these hard lumps to clear the exit channel, then it will be easier to force more hard lumps out later." Song Qingshu explained as he moved. He didn't want Fu Kangan to not know the truth and kill him out of anger, which would ruin the later plan.
Sure enough, not long after, Ma Chunhua's breathing became obviously heavy. At first, she gritted her teeth and endured, but later she couldn't bear it anymore and began to cry out in pain. "Marshal, get the servants to prepare some olive oil … uh, you guys probably don't have such things in this era, then prepare some sesame oil." Song Qingshu used a special method to constantly rub and squeeze the hard lumps around the Ruzhong acupuncture point, and white milk could be seen seeping out with the naked eye. After seeing this, Ma Chunhua was embarrassed and anxious, and could only cry out in pain to distract herself.
When he felt that the small hard lumps around the Ruzhong acupuncture point had been rubbed, and the surface had become even softer, Song Qingshu soaked his hand in the sesame oil for a while, then picked it up and evenly applied it on Ma Chunhua's chest, "The hard lumps at the bottom of the nipple root are bigger and harder to remove, I'm afraid Madam will be in more pain."
After saying that, starting from her armpit, he found a hard lump and squeezed it up bit by bit. Ma Chunhua only felt a sharp pain, and couldn't help but scream. Fu Kangan frowned and asked, "Is it really okay?"
Song Qingshu replied, "Marshal, don't worry, this is normal. Women's mammary glands are small and numerous, and it's very easy for them to get clogged. I'm squeezing the hard lumps out from the mammary glands, so Madam will naturally feel pain. But after it's done, not only will it not be easy for her to contract this problem again, but the milk will also be more abundant, which is better for your son's body. "
Hearing him mention her children, Ma Chunhua raised her head and looked at Fu Kangan, her eyes filled with tears, "Kangan, our children …"
When his subordinates snatched Ma Chunhua back, she told him that she had two sons, and Fu Kangan, who had been childless for many years, was exceptionally happy. But when he found out that the two children had been shot by his subordinates with poisonous needles, he was afraid that they would not survive. In a rage, Fu Kangan executed the dozen or so subordinates who had carried out the operation at that time. Because Ma Chunhua was overly sad, and in addition to being drenched in the rain that day, she contracted this strange disease.
Fu Kangan originally thought that he was destined to be childless, but who knew that not long ago, someone sent a pair of children's shoes, and said that the twins were in their hands, and asked the Bao Prince's residence to exchange the "Forty-two-chapter Sutra". With one look, Ma Chunhua recognized that the shoes belonged to her son, and her heart, which was like dead ashes, was rekindled. If it wasn't for the fact that she wanted to stay alive to look after her son, Ma Chunhua would probably rather die than let another man treat her with this kind of method.
"Don't worry, I will definitely save them." Fu Kangan held Ma Chunhua's hand and said.
"I believe you." Ma Chunhua nodded weakly, and the hand that was holding Fu Kangan's hand tightened.
"Aiya!" Fu Kangan was stunned, and he turned his head to look. It turned out that after Song Qingshu's grooming, Ma Chunhua's breast had opened up quite a bit, and a large lump was squeezed on top, and directly turned into a stream of milk that sprayed onto Zhu Yanai's face, who was helping at the side.
Zhu Yanai was caught off guard, and only felt that her mouth was sweet and fishy, so she quickly stood up and wiped the thing off her face.
"Marshal, the breast on Madam's side has opened up a small part, you should be able to see it with your naked eyes." Song QingShu laughed inwardly. He increased the strength of his hand and shot streams of juice toward Zhu Xiaoyi's body.
Fu Kangan didn't know whether he should be happy or angry, at this moment, a guard's voice came from outside the door, "Marshal, His Royal Highness asked me to inform you to prepare to set off."
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