Sludge suction system

Bai Pingping knew things were getting increasingly serious, and she needed to speed up the accumulation of points so she could exchange them for divine skills as soon as possible and prevent Wang Jing from harming her and Xia Mu again.

Bai Pingping had a flash of inspiration and quickly came up with a good idea.

Bai Pingping posted a notice on the vermilion door in front of her clinic that read, "Specializing in treating difficult and complicated diseases; if you can't cure it, you won't pay a penny," which attracted many passersby to stop and watch, and discuss among themselves.

"This doctor is so arrogant. Difficult and complicated diseases are not so easy to cure," an old man said, shaking his head.

"Maybe he really has the skills, otherwise how could he dare to make such a boast?" the young man next to him replied with a hint of anticipation.

Soon, an elderly woman, her body hunched over, slowly entered the clinic, supported by her family. Her face was gaunt and pale, her lips cracked and dry, devoid of any color. Every small step she took was incredibly difficult, her breathing weak and rapid, clearly indicating she had been tormented by a chronic illness for a long time. Her son followed closely beside her, his face etched with worry and anxiety. He thought to himself, "Mother's illness has dragged on for too long. She's seen countless doctors and taken countless medications, but her condition hasn't improved. Can this doctor, who looks quite young, really do it? However, judging from the clinic's signboard, it seems quite confident; perhaps he truly has some unique skills. I hope heaven will be kind and allow Mother to receive effective treatment here, so she can suffer less."

In a corner, an elderly man stroked his beard, squinting as he quietly observed everything. Having practiced medicine for many years, he knew the difficulty of treating complex and rare diseases. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and skepticism towards the young doctor, thinking to himself, "This young man is so young, can he really cure such a difficult illness? Let's see how he diagnoses it." Sunlight fell on the old man's shoulders, illuminating his weathered figure, seemingly adding a profound layer of somberness to the atmosphere.

Seeing this, Bai Pingping immediately stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern and pity. She spoke softly, "Grandma, don't rush, sit down and rest for a while." Once the old woman was seated, Bai Pingping gently extended her hand, her long, slender, white fingers resting steadily on the old woman's thin, bony wrist, her veins bulging. She began to take her pulse with utmost concentration. She closed her eyes slightly, her expression focused and solemn, her brows furrowing slightly. Her eyes were fixed on the old woman's wrist, as if she wanted to use that keen touch to precisely discern all the hidden secrets of her illness through the subtle pulse. For a moment, everything around seemed to freeze, the only sounds the dripping of water from the copper water clock in the corner and the old woman's occasional, suppressed coughs, each cough like a hammer blow to the family's hearts.

During the pulse diagnosis, Bai Pingping's fingers gently touched the old woman's pulse, feeling its weak yet complex beat. She noticed that the pulse was sometimes thin and weak, and sometimes slightly rapid, as if life was struggling helplessly. She pondered to herself that this pulse indicated the old woman's qi and blood were severely deficient, her organ functions were already weak, and there seemed to be blood stasis in her body, affecting the normal flow of qi and blood. However, she did not rush to conclusions, but continued to patiently feel every subtle change in the pulse, trying to dig out more clues about the illness from this small pulse. Her breathing was steady and slow, afraid that even the slightest breath would interfere with the judgment of the pulse. The surrounding air seemed to become heavy, and everyone held their breath, watching Bai Pingping's every move.

After a long while, Bai Pingping slowly released her hand, but her brows remained furrowed, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. She stood up again, leaned closer to the old woman, and carefully examined her tongue. The tongue coating was thick and white, as if covered with a thin layer of frost, with a deep crack in the middle, like a fissure in parched earth. Faint dark purple bruises were scattered along the edges, like the mottled marks left by time. Next, Bai Pingping's gaze fell upon the old woman's face. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, like a stagnant pool, with deep black circles around her eyes, as if stained by heavy ink. Her cheeks were slightly swollen, further emphasizing her exhaustion and weakness. Then, Bai Pingping carefully helped the old woman lie down gently on the bed, then gently loosened her collar, pressed her ear close to the old woman's chest, held her breath, and focused intently on listening to the sounds of her heart and lungs. Her fingers gently pressed on the old woman's chest, while she asked with concern if she felt any pain or discomfort. The old woman spoke in a weak, broken voice, saying that she often felt a tightness and pain in her chest these days, as if a huge rock was pressing on it. This pain intensified with even slight activity or emotional fluctuations, like a surging tide. She also said that her sleep had been terrible lately, often waking up without warning in the middle of the night, only to stare blankly at the dark sky, her thoughts in turmoil, unable to fall back asleep. Her limbs always felt cold and weak, as if immersed in ice water, and she had no energy to do anything.

After this meticulous examination, Bai Pingping had a clear and definite diagnosis and a comprehensive treatment plan. She turned and strode quickly to the medicine cabinet. Skillfully, she opened each drawer and swiftly and precisely retrieved several carefully selected herbs, including Danshen, Danggui, Chuanxiong, Huangqi, Dangshen, Fuling, and Suanzaoren. Each herb carried the hope of curing the illness. She placed each herb on a scale, her eyes focused and meticulous, carefully weighing each one to ensure the dosage was accurate, as if sculpting a precious work of art. Then, she picked up a mortar and pestle, placed the herbs inside, and began rhythmically crushing them. Her movements were steady and efficient; each crushing stroke seemed to contain immense force, as if striking the spine of the disease, determined to utterly defeat it. Next, she carefully wrapped the powdered medicine in clean white gauze, as if it were a precious gift, and solemnly handed it to the old woman's son, patiently and meticulously instructing him: "This medicine should be decocted twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. When decocting, first soak it in clean water for half an hour to allow the medicinal properties to be fully released, then simmer it over low heat until it is concentrated into a bowl of water. In terms of diet, you must strictly avoid greasy and cold foods, such as fatty meats and cold drinks. Try to let the old woman eat more light and easily digestible foods, such as soft and sticky rice porridge and nutritious vegetable soup. Do not let her eat too much at each meal; seven or eight tenths full is most suitable. Make sure the old woman has enough rest time on weekdays, avoid overwork, and try to keep her in a quiet and comfortable environment to recuperate. At the same time, emotional stability is crucial for recovery. Do not let her get anxious or angry; spend more time chatting with her to soothe her mood."

The old woman's son accepted the medicine packet tightly with both hands, nodding repeatedly, his eyes glistening with gratitude. He said, "Doctor, thank you so much! We've been running around trying to cure my mother's illness, we were almost in despair, but this time we finally see a glimmer of hope. I hope this time it really works and my mother can get better." Bai Pingping smiled, her eyes revealing determination and confidence, and said, "Don't worry, I will do my best. Let the old woman take these few doses and see how it goes. If there are any problems during the medication process, or if her condition changes at all, please come back to me immediately."

After seeing the old woman off, the clinic soon welcomed its second patient.