Qin Liu Xi heard Mr. Qian's praise and said, "What reputation? It's just hearsay. Look at my age. Saying that I have exceptional medical skills, heh, I doubt many people would believe it. I only have a slight understanding of the medical field and happen to be able to treat Mrs. Qian's condition."
"People with real abilities aren't limited by age. Just like the thousands of scholars, some children can pass the imperial examinations at a young age, while others remain at the elementary level for their whole lives. It's just a matter of each person's abilities," Mr. Qian chuckled.
Qin Liu Xi didn't want to talk much about her reputation. She didn't care about fame and only took consultations because she was poor. She was not ambitious at all.
Mr. Qian was adept at observing people's expressions and reactions. Seeing that Qin Liu Xi didn't want to talk much, he changed the subject. "I don't know how to address you, Master Physician. I heard you come from the Qingping Temple. Is 'Buqiu' your Daoist name?"
"You could say that."
"In that case, should I call you Master Buqiu or Master Qin?"
"I'm not worthy of the title 'Master.' My family name is Qin."
"In that case, I'll call you Doctor Qin."
Qin Liu Xi didn't mind. It was just a form of address.
"Doctor Qin, what about my wife?" Mr. Qian rubbed his hands anxiously.
"Lead the way."
"Alright."
Mr. Qian was in his middle age, and he had been married to his wife for over ten years. They had been seeking medical treatment constantly, and now, their wishes had finally been fulfilled. His wife was seven months pregnant, but suddenly she started wheezing and couldn't speak or lie down to sleep, and her belly was abnormally swollen.
Seeing his wife's rapid weight loss and haggard appearance, Mr. Qian and Mrs. Qian were both extremely anxious. They had consulted doctors and sought divine help, but nothing had improved. They even considered if their home had been affected by evil spirits and wanted to invite a master to exorcise them, which led to their visit to Qingping Temple.
When Qin Liu Xi saw Mrs. Qian, she was taken aback. The woman looked haggard, with dark circles under her eyes. She sat leaning against the bed, her huge belly almost covering her upper body.
"Madam, Doctor Qin is here," Mr. Qian said, holding his wife's hand.
Mrs. Qian looked at Qin Liu Xi. Although she had learned from her husband that this young person was skilled, she hadn't expected him to be such a young lad. Because she couldn't speak, she nodded in greeting.
Qin Liu Xi nodded back, then took her pulse and asked, "During your pregnancy, did you consume a lot of nourishing tonics?"
Mr. Qian quickly replied, "Yes, indeed. After all, my wife is getting older, so she consumed quite a few. The previous doctors we consulted also said it wasn't appropriate, as the fetus would grow too large and cause difficulties during delivery, so we stopped."
"Indeed, it's inappropriate. While it's good for pregnant women to nourish themselves, excessive consumption can lead to a large fetus, which can complicate delivery, even for a normal body. Moreover, the fetus will become stronger, and toxins will accumulate, especially during the sixth and seventh months, when the fetus grows larger, and the internal heat intensifies, creating a contrary situation. Additionally, the fetus pressing against the stomach causes difficulty breathing and urgent wheezing when lying down. Your restless sleep and excessive worries have drained both your physical and mental strength, leading to your current haggard appearance."
Mrs. Qian nodded in agreement.
"In that case, what should we do?"
"Madam, you're already in the later stages of pregnancy, and your condition isn't difficult to treat. You can't lie down, but sitting is fine for delivery. However, pregnant women must maintain a calm state of mind for smooth delivery. If the urgent wheezing continues during childbirth, it will be difficult to treat, even with medication. It's a critical situation!"
Both Mr. and Mrs. Qian turned pale with shock.