The Young Urban Doctor

Chapter 269: Chapter 269: It’s Actually This Disease

Ouyang Feifei personally called for help, saying that Ouyang Huihui had severe stomach pain and needed medical treatment. Luo Ziling couldn’t think of any reason to refuse and immediately agreed.

Ouyang Feifei asked Luo Ziling to wait at the school gate; she sent Wang Qing to pick him up by car.

Luo Ziling packed the necessary equipment and some common medicines, and when he arrived at the school gate, he saw Wang Qing’s car pull up.

As he got in the car, Luo Ziling glanced at his watch, which he had forgotten to take off; it was 8:58 pm.

During the ride, Luo Ziling asked Wang Qing about Ouyang Huihui’s condition, trying to understand ahead of time why her abdomen hurt. However, Wang Qing didn’t know the specifics.

“Why not go to the hospital?” Luo Ziling also asked this rather surprising question.

Logically, the first response to illness should be to call for emergency services at 120 or go directly to the hospital. Why didn’t they opt for the hospital instead of calling him?

But Wang Qing still didn’t provide Luo Ziling with an answer. She merely said she didn’t know the details and was simply following Ouyang Feifei’s orders to pick him up. Luo Ziling chose not to inquire further.

Wang Qing was a skilled driver, driving the car fast, but Luo Ziling didn’t feel carsick.

In less than twenty minutes, Luo Ziling had arrived at Ouyang Feifei’s villa, a place he had visited several times before.

After getting out of the car, Luo Ziling rushed into the living room but didn’t see anyone.

Lights in the living room were on, as were those leading to the second-floor staircase. Luo Ziling didn’t hesitate and went upstairs.

Hearing the noise, Ouyang Feifei, dressed in casual home wear, came out of a room.

“You’re here,” Ouyang Feifei breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Luo Ziling and immediately explained the situation, “Huihui started feeling uncomfortable in her stomach after dinner tonight, and now the pain is getting worse. I wanted her to go to the hospital, but she refused. So, I thought of you, hoping you could come over to take a look.”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling didn’t argue about anything; the most important thing now was to treat Ouyang Huihui’s illness.

No matter his impression of Ouyang Feifei or Ouyang Huihui, as a healer, what Luo Ziling was mostly concerned with at the moment was diagnosing and treating Ouyang Huihui.

It was a matter of professional ethics for a healer, so even if Li Haijun or Li Jiaqing, with whom he had conflicts, suddenly fell ill, Luo Ziling would also diagnose and treat them.

Ouyang Huihui lay in bed, her hands covering her lower abdomen as she whimpered softly; sweat was on her face and body, and Luo Ziling could see that her blouse was soaked through with sweat.

Without hesitation, he sat down, took Ouyang Huihui’s hand, and carefully checked her pulse.

After taking her pulse, he softly asked Ouyang Huihui about her symptoms.

After examining her other symptoms and repeatedly pressing on her abdomen, Luo Ziling soon knew what her ailment was.

Moderate pancreatitis coupled with dysmenorrhea.

It was strange that these two conditions appeared together in Ouyang Huihui, which Luo Ziling found rather odd.

Luo Ziling immediately wrote a prescription, instructing Ouyang Feifei to have someone purchase the medicine right away, with a special emphasis on ensuring that rhubarb and mirabilite were included. Ouyang Feifei, without any delay, called over Wang Qing, instructing her to have someone go to the pharmacy to buy the medicine.

“Actually, the illness isn’t severe; taking medicine is just to prevent recurrence,” seeing the anxious look on Ouyang Feifei’s face, Luo Ziling smiled and reassured her, “I will give her acupuncture treatment now, and after massaging her for a while, the symptoms will immediately subside.”

“Luo Ziling, please hurry up and treat me, I’m in so much pain,” seeing Luo Ziling still joking with Ouyang Feifei while she lay on the bed in evident distress, Ouyang Huihui couldn’t help but become a bit annoyed, wishing she could kick him.

“Alright,” Luo Ziling put away his smile and began to prepare his instruments, meanwhile instructing Ouyang Feifei to help pull up Ouyang Huihui’s clothes, exposing her waist and abdomen.

Without any hesitation, Ouyang Feifei stepped forward, pulled up Ouyang Huihui’s shirt, and then slightly tugged down her sweatpants.

Thus, Ouyang Huihui’s smooth and flat abdomen with its pretty-looking belly button was exposed in front of Luo Ziling.

But Luo Ziling seemed oblivious to this.

After sterilizing his own silver needles, he also disinfected the acupoints on Ouyang Huihui that he was about to needle.

His movements were so quick that before Ouyang Huihui had a chance to react, he had already inserted two silver needles into her Guanyuan and Qihai points on her waist and abdomen, followed by the Daju and Shimen points. After inserting the needles, he began the Qi Operating Needle technique, his motions quite slow.

Because his actions were so swift and he located the acupoints accurately, Ouyang Huihui, whose abdominal location felt very sore, did not notice the needles penetrating her body.

However, when Luo Ziling started the Qi Operating Needle, she did feel something unusual.

A foreign warmth began to slowly spread out from several spots, and an indescribably comfortable sensation accompanied the warmth, gradually easing the pain.

It was then that Ouyang Huihui realized that several needles had been inserted into her waist and abdomen, and that Luo Ziling was treating her, prompting her to cry out involuntarily.

But after a glare from Ouyang Feifei, Ouyang Huihui quickly fell silent.

About twenty minutes into the acupuncture treatment, Luo Ziling finally stopped, by which time his face was already sweaty.

Ouyang Feifei considerately handed him a towel. After thanking her, Luo Ziling wiped his face and hands, then returned the clean towel to Ouyang Feifei.

“Do you feel better?” Luo Ziling asked Ouyang Huihui, “Is the pain much less intense than before?”

Ouyang Huihui puffed out her stomach and indeed felt that the pain was not as severe as before. She gently nodded and said, “It’s much better now.”

Realizing that her abdomen was still exposed in front of Luo Ziling, she quickly covered herself with the blanket.

“Have you always had painful periods?” Luo Ziling asked another question, “Or is it just this time that it’s particularly severe?”

Ouyang Huihui’s face turned red. She was not used to discussing such feminine issues with a man.

Moreover, she had never told anyone about this before.

But after hesitating for a moment, she still nodded to Luo Ziling, “I’ve always had them, but not this painful. I thought it might be something else.”

“There are indeed other factors, but they’re no longer a concern. Take the medicine I prescribe for a couple of days, keep warm, and you’ll be fine.”

“Really?” Ouyang Huihui was somewhat incredulous.

“Of course, it’s true,” Luo Ziling began to pack up his things, preparing to leave, and instructed Ouyang Huihui to rest a bit more and to take the medicine once it was brought back and properly prepared.

In the end, Ouyang Huihui did not refuse and complied with Luo Ziling’s arrangements.

As Ouyang Feifei escorted Luo Ziling out, she asked in a low voice: “Could you stay for a cup of tea before you go? I have something to discuss with you. It’s about the Ling Family and it might be useful to you.”

Luo Ziling considered Ouyang Feifei seriously for a moment before agreeing, “Okay.”