Chapter 382 Miraculous Traditional Chinese Medicine
A full plate of fried noodles was not too much for He Shu at his age.
He ate everything, not even a chopped green onion was left, and only some oil stains were left on the plate.
"Are you full? If not, ask them to fry another portion."
He Shu took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Uncle Yu, I'm full."
"Okay, let's go then."
After helping to return the plates, He Shu followed Yu Boqing and walked around the small playground outside a few more times.
The real military camp is behind this group of buildings. No soldiers are seen training there. Only occasionally a few soldiers are seen lining up, and no one knows what they are doing.
"Do you like sports?" Yu Boqing asked casually with his hands in his pockets.
He Shu nodded: "I haven't exercised in the past few months. I used to run a lot every day."
"Running is good. I used to like running, but now my knees are not good enough."
"Besides running, what else do you like to do?"
He Shu thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go to class and study."
"What about entertainment? Don't you like to have fun?"
"And read some miscellaneous books."
Yu Boqing smiled and said, "Why are you more bored than me at your age? You should try new things. My granddaughter is two years younger than you. She likes to surf the Internet every day. I think the games she plays are quite interesting."
He Shu looked at Yu Boqing in surprise: "Your granddaughter is this big already?"
"Haha, I got married early, and my son got married early too, what's so strange about that? I'm 6 years older than your uncle."
"But you should still call me uncle. I am of the same generation as your eldest uncle. If you call me grandpa, I will be considered old."
He Shu nodded. He thought that this Uncle Yu was similar to his uncle. You really couldn't tell that he was six years older.
"Ma Anqi is my most proud student. She is a genius in psychology. However, young people are impatient and bold. I have caused you some trouble. As a teacher, I want to say sorry to you on her behalf."
"Uncle Yu, don't say that. I volunteered to let Sister Anqi do the experiment."
Yu Boqing shook his head slightly. He refused to admit to Qi Zhijun that there was something wrong with his student, but Ma Anqi did do something wrong.
He and Ma Anqi had similar assessments of He Shu: the kid had strong self-healing abilities.
All his symptoms are now in the stage of self-adjustment, but human tolerance is limited. It is very risky to rashly use hypnosis to awaken him without a clear understanding of the past.
Because people's mental endurance is different at each age.
The memory of his self-isolation in his childhood is the brain's instinctive self-protection, which can be said to be passive.
Now that he is mature and has more ideas, he may not be stronger than when he was a child.
He had spoken to Qi Zhijun on the phone before and got a general idea of the child's past.
According to the evaluation, He Shu is not suitable for memory recall.
This is breaking his self-healing ability and can easily affect his spirit.
Now He Shu has nightmares every night, which has seriously affected his sleep.
If he could get through it on his own, he would most likely forget all the negative memories just like before.
If he cannot get over it, and his already formed personality is repeatedly in conflict with his past memories, it will easily lead to schizophrenia.
At that time, it will be difficult for him to distinguish between reality and fantasy, and his perception, emotions, and behaviors will become abnormal.
Now is not a test of He Shu's self-healing ability, but to find a way to help him consolidate his current personality.
He Shu has nightmares every night, but he can't remember them after waking up, which is a good thing.
If he was also affected by those memories during the day, it would be really serious.
The two chatted and walked for about half an hour before returning to the small treatment room.
"Are you tired? Drink some water."
Yu Boqing poured He Shu a cup of hot water. He Shu took off his cotton jacket and sat on the bed, blowing away the hot air carefully.
Maybe because he had been in the army for too long, He Shu gave Yu Boqing the impression of being as gentle as a little girl, more like a girl than his granddaughter who cried all day long.
Although he would not use personality to define the standards for men and women, it is rare to find a boy as clean and gentle as He Shu.
This girl-like person is not He Shuniang, but she is very pretty and fair-skinned. Whether she is sitting or standing, she gives people a quiet and steady feeling.
It's no wonder that Qi Zhijun, a rough man, is so cautious with his nephew. Who wouldn't like such a good kid? Who could be strict with him?
It takes a long time to boil Chinese medicine . In the afternoon, Yu Boqing put aside other things and did not let He Shu just sit and wait, and gave him acupuncture.
The thin and long silver needles were shining with silver light, and they were really scary when they were taken out of the needle bag.
Especially when he knew that he was going to be stabbed on the head, He Shu felt numb all over.
"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all. This will relieve headaches and increase Yang energy."
Let He Shu lie down on the bed, Yu Boqing said softly: "Just close your eyes and rest. If you feel sleepy, go to sleep."
The slender silver needle slowly pierced into his forehead. It really didn't hurt much, and He Shu gradually relaxed.
I don’t know how long it took, but the heaviness that had been pressing on my head like a stone slowly disappeared.
This relaxed feeling made He Shu fall asleep again without realizing it.
When he woke up again, the needle in his head was gone.
I looked out the window. The sky outside was gloomy. I looked at the clock and it was already 4:30 in the afternoon. I had slept for a really long time.
But he still felt sleepy. He Shu knew he couldn't sleep any more, so he sat up, woke up for a while, put on his shoes, and walked out the door.
The door of the office opposite was open, and He Shu saw his uncle drinking tea and chatting with Uncle Yu at a glance.
"Are you awake?"
He Shu smiled embarrassedly: "I woke up."
"The medicine is ready. Come and have a glass of water before you leave."
He Shu nodded, and Uncle Yu had already poured him a cup of hot tea.
Looking down, I saw a blooming chrysanthemum in the glass.
I took a sip, it was slightly hot and slightly sweet...
After finishing a cup of tea, my uncle said he was leaving. Uncle Yu saw them out and came out from the room at the other end of the corridor, carrying two large plastic bags.
Inside are packaged Chinese herbal soups in sealed bags.
"Take one bag each on an empty stomach in the morning and evening. Drink it directly after heating. This is enough for you to drink until the end of the Chinese New Year. Come back before school starts."
Looking at these two large bags full of Chinese medicine, He Shu inexplicably began to feel a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Thank you, Uncle Yu. "
"Well, if you still have a headache afterwards, try pressing these two points yourself, gently, not too hard."
Yu Boqing then taught He Shu to recognize two acupoints on the top of the head. After teaching him, he sent the uncle and nephew out.
Qi Zhijun put all the medicine in the back seat, waited for He Shu to sit down, waved to Yu Boqing, and drove away.
"How do you feel today? Is your uncle Yu's treatment effective?"
"Yeah." He Shu nodded: "I feel my mind is much lighter."
Qi Zhijun's mouth softened: "It works."
Just now, before He Shu woke up, Qi Zhijun chatted with Yu Boqing for a while.
Yu Boqing did not recommend hypnotizing He Shu again, nor did he perform any psychological induction on him.
Because he felt that He Shu was already hypnotizing himself, it would be better not to interrupt his self-healing ability at this stage.
So what we can do is to help him calm his mind and relieve the physical stress caused by psychological problems.
Qi Zhijun didn't understand psychology or Chinese medicine, but in his opinion, it would be a good thing as long as He Shu stopped having nightmares.
