Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal

Chen Dashan paused for a moment, thought carefully, and said, "Miss Wang, the situation you describe is a bit tricky."

"As the saying goes, 'Isolated yin cannot grow, isolated yang cannot develop.' If you don't want to restrain your desires and also don't want to affect your body, then you need a normal balance of yin and yang."

"I've checked your pulse, and your kidney qi is more vigorous than that of ordinary people, which means your need in that aspect is indeed greater."

Chen Dashan hinted at a few words.

Wang Shiman's kidney function was naturally strong, coupled with her being at an age of heightened desire, making this issue hard to address.

Wang Shiman blushed and asked, "Is there any other method for adjustment?"

Chen Dashan pondered for a moment, then said, "There is indeed a way, such as regular and orderly massage therapy, combined with acupuncture to relieve desire, but ordinary masseurs and doctors do not have that skill level."

"Oh? There is such a method?" Wang Shiman was somewhat surprised and then asked,

"Mr. Chen, do you know acupuncture and massage therapy?"

Chen Dashan replied, "A little."

Wang Shiman showed an expectant expression:

"Mr. Chen, once my daughter recovers, please try massaging me, alright?"

Chen Dashan said, "We can give it a try."

...

More than twenty minutes later.

A black Mercedes-Benz arrived at a private villa in the town.

It was the residence of Wang Shiman.

Longshan Town was a poor town, and families living in villas could be counted on one hand.

The two of them walked in together.

Chen Dashan looked around like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

The specifications of Wang Shiman's villa, although inferior to those of the big city tycoons seen on TV, were absolutely luxurious and grand for the impoverished Longshan Town.

There was a swimming pool, a large garage, and a private woodland at the back of the villa.

"When I make enough money, I will take Sister-in-law to live in such a big house!"

Chen Dashan clenched his fists and secretly vowed in his heart.

At the doorstep, an old man with gray hair was waiting.

"Mr. Chen, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Huang Qingsong, a renowned doctor from Longshan Town," Wang Shiman introduced.

Chen Dashan nodded slightly and politely said, "Hello, Mr. Huang. I am Chen Dashan."

"President Wang, why did you bring a young boy here?" Huang Qingsong asked suspiciously.

He took a glance at Chen Dashan with disdain in his eyes.

From Chen Dashan's attire, it was obvious he was a small villager.

Wang Shiman said, "Mr. Huang, the two wild ginseng roots I purchased earlier were provided by Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen has excellent medical skills, so I invited him to treat my daughter."

"What? This young boy is here to treat Miss Jiang?" Huang Qingsong immediately became displeased: "You must have made a mistake this time."

"Kid, at your age, what medical skills can you understand? You're not even qualified to be my apprentice!" Huang Qingsong mocked Chen Dashan.

Then, he flung his sleeve and walked into the house.

Chen Dashan narrowed his eyes slightly, didn't argue much with Huang Qingsong, and followed Wang Shiman inside.

They arrived in Wang Shiman's daughter's room, where a charming, youthful-looking girl lay on the bed.

Then, Wang Shiman began explaining her daughter's condition to Chen Dashan.

Only then did Chen Dashan understand the whole story.

Wang Shiman's daughter was named Jiang Rou, eighteen years old this year.

A month ago, Jiang Rou suddenly fell ill and went into a coma. Wang Shiman used her contacts to seek famous doctors everywhere and took her to the city hospital to see specialists, but none could cure her.

Finally, she found Huang Qingsong.

It was he who advised Wang Shiman to purchase a large quantity of wild ginseng to nourish Jiang Rou.

This method was used to treat Jiang Rou.

Because his diagnosis concluded that Jiang Rou lacked innate essence, leading to her coma, and needed to replenish primordial energy.

"Mr. Huang, the ginseng medicinal soup you instructed me to make is ready."

At this moment, a maid walked over holding the medicinal soup, respectfully greeting Huang Qingsong.

Huang Qingsong nodded, took the soup, and picked up a spoon to feed Jiang Rou.

"Don't give Jiang Rou any more ginseng soup! Jiang Rou's primordial energy is already replenished. If she drinks any more, it will be fatal!"

Chen Dashan hurriedly stopped him.

He could see Jiang Rou's physical problem at a glance.

Jiang Rou indeed had a deficiency of innate essence, but merely using wild ginseng to nourish her was absolutely not viable.

Her body was already weak, and forceful nourishment was akin to feeding poison.

Huang Qingsong sneered and mocked, "Nonsense! I have practiced medicine for decades. Do I need a young boy like you to teach me how to treat and save people?"

"President Wang, please do not let irrelevant people interfere with my treatment of Miss Jiang. I know Miss Jiang's condition best!"

Wang Shiman's expression was hesitant, and she felt somewhat conflicted.

After thinking it over, she ultimately decided to let Huang Qingsong feed the medicine to her daughter. After all, she had just met Chen Dashan, and it was Huang Qingsong who had been treating her daughter all these days with visible effects.

Wang Shiman said, "Jiang Rou has been drinking the ginseng soup these days, and nothing happened. Mr. Chen, you're overthinking. Mr. Huang, continue to give her the medicine."

Hearing this, Chen Dashan was speechless.

Huang Qingsong continued to feed Jiang Rou the ginseng soup.

Soon, a bowl of ginseng soup went down, and Jiang Rou slowly opened her eyes.

"Hmm, my head is so dizzy," Jiang Rou muttered.

"Daughter, you're awake!" Wang Shiman exclaimed in surprise.

Huang Qingsong smiled triumphantly and mocked Chen Dashan:

"You ignorant child, you said not to give Miss Jiang the ginseng soup. Now, why don't you say something?"

The words were barely spoken.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Jiang Rou suddenly started coughing violently, her face flushed, and then she spit out a mouthful of clotted blood and fainted again.

"Ah! Daughter!"

Wang Shiman's face turned panicked, and she hurriedly asked Huang Qingsong, "Mr. Huang, what is happening?"

Huang Qingsong frowned, went up to feel Jiang Rou's pulse, and his expression changed drastically.

"President Wang, Miss Jiang has a death pulse! It's the pulse of a dying person; even a god can't save her!"

"I cannot treat this illness. Farewell!"

Huang Qingsong flung his sleeve and left without looking back.

"Hey, Mr. Huang!"

Wang Shiman wanted to chase after Huang Qingsong but couldn't catch up.

"What should I do now!"

Wang Shiman was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Chen Dashan said, "Miss Wang, let me have a try. I think acupuncture might save Miss Jiang."

"You have a way?" Wang Shiman's expression showed surprise.

Chen Dashan said solemnly, "I have some confidence, but I can't guarantee it."

Wang Shiman thought her daughter was in such a critical condition, and she had no choice but to give it a try.

"Then please, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Dashan took out a box of silver needles from his pocket.

In the medical traditions of the Sun and Moon Sect, there was an acupuncture technique called "Ghost Valley Divine Needle," which, when perfected, could bring the dead back to life.

With Chen Dashan's current level of cultivation, he certainly couldn't bring the dead back to life, but it still had remarkable effects.

He had never used it before and planned to use it on Jiang Rou this time.

"Miss Wang, I cannot be disturbed while applying acupuncture. Please step back for a moment," Chen Dashan said seriously.

"Alright."

Wang Shiman left the room and waited outside.

Chen Dashan walked over, lifted Jiang Rou from the bed, and supported her waist to make her sit upright.

Then, he slowly took off Jiang Rou's clothes.