Chapter 12 — After the Rain, Nam Son Still Has the Fragrance of Medicine

Uncle Trieu frowned.

“Miss Hai, ma'am just returned.”

Lam Ngoc Mai smiled coldly.

"Returning is just an urn of ashes. The living must solve the problems of the living."

In the hall, several people nodded.

“Nam Son Duong has so many pharmacies, it is impossible not to have a manager.”

“That year Thanh Hoa was the heiress, but she left twenty years ago.”

“Thanh Thanh is young and doesn't understand the profession.”

Lam Ba Son looked at me.

“What do you say?”

I opened the needle bag and took out that silver needle.

“My mother didn't leave me a seal.”

Lam Ngoc Mai immediately burst into laughter.

"Did you hear that? The seal is not in his hand. Then, according to the family rules, let the old man choose the successor."

I placed the silver needle on the table.

“Mom left me this needle.”

An old doctor stepped forward, put on his glasses and looked for a long time, his face gradually changing.

“This is the ancient golden bowing tree of Thanh Hoa.”

The smile on Lam Ngoc Mai's face immediately disappeared.

“What kind of monk does Kim worship?”

The old physician raised his head.

"The rules of the Lam family are like this. The head's seal is only for outsiders to see."

“The thing that truly decides who inherits Nam Son Duong is the golden bow.”

“As long as there is a needle, there is still a person.”

"Whoever the needle is passed to is the successor that Lam Thanh Hoa acknowledged."

Lam Ngoc Mai immediately objected.

"What's the use of him admitting it? What does Thanh Thanh know? In the three years he's been in the Co family, he only knows how to make tea and pour water. Does he know how to cure diseases? Does he know how to distinguish medicinal herbs? Does he know how to manage a pharmacy?"

I asked her.

“What do you want to try, second aunt?”

Lam Ngoc Mai was stunned.

“What did you say?”

I took off my coat and gave it to Duong Tue.

“You just choose.”

The hall was immediately quiet. Lam Ngoc Mai seemed to have just heard a funny story.

"Okay. In the East Hospital, there is an old patient who has had leg pain for ten years and even the famous doctors in the capital cannot cure him."

“If you can let him get off the ground and walk three steps today, I will acknowledge you.”

Uncle Trieu's face immediately changed.

“Miss Hai, you deliberately make things difficult for people.”

Lam Ngoc Mai crossed her arms across her chest.

"Isn't it a successor? What's there to fear about a successor?"

Lam Ba Son did not stop, just quietly looked at me.

“Do you dare?”

I grabbed the needle bag.

“The first day of learning acupuncture, my mother made me needle myself.”

"Mom said, if it doesn't hurt to the bone, you'll never understand what the patient is afraid of."

The old man named Ha in Dong Vien is sitting in a wheelchair. His feet were covered with a blanket. The boy standing next to him clearly looked impatient.

"Who else are you Lam family using to test my father's skills? Last month, after someone had an injection, he was in pain for three days."

Lam Ngoc Mai immediately said:

"Mr. Ha, today is Thanh Hoa's daughter testing the needle."

“If it cannot be cured, we are not responsible.”

I looked at Mr. Ha.

“If you don't agree, I won't touch you.”

Old man Ha raised his eyes.

“Are you Thanh Hoa's daughter?”

"That year, your mother once pricked my shoulder, and then I was able to raise my hand. Just try."

Mr. Ha is impatient. Mr. Ha scolded him.

"Shut up. It's dad who's hurt, not you."

I washed my hands, took the needle, and squatted down in front of the wheelchair. Co Nghien Tri also followed into the East Court, standing at the door without saying a word. Lam Ngoc Mai sarcastically.

"Uncle Try, you should look carefully too. Let's see if your ex-fiancee is really hiding her talents at the Co family or not."

Co Nghien Tri looked at my hands. This was the first time he saw such a Gian Thanh. At Co's house, his mother criticized me for chopping vegetables slowly, and when I made tea for him, Tham Nhuoc Lan said it was too bland. And right now, I hold the silver needle in my hand, dozens of people around me are waiting for me to lower the needle. I don't look at anyone. The first needle went down, and Mr. Ha blurted out a scolding sentence.

“Pain means it can still be saved.”

Second needle. Third needle. Mr. Ha clutched the wheelchair's armrest tightly, the sweat on his forehead dripping onto the blanket. Mr. Ha couldn't bear it anymore and raised his voice.

“Can you do it? If it doesn't work, don't try!”

I didn't raise my head.

“If you say one more sentence, I will pull the needle.”

“If you withdraw, your legs will hurt even more tonight.”

Mr. Ha immediately shut his mouth. Half an hour later, I collected the needle.

“Stand up.”

Mr. Ha was stunned.

“What now?”

“Yes, right now.”

The younger Mr. Ha supported his father. Mr. Ha tried to put his foot on the ground, his knees were shaking slightly. The first step is very slow. When the second step descended, someone outside the hall took a soft breath. After taking the third step, the old man held himself on the edge of the table, then laughed and scolded him.

"Lam Thanh Hoa has a fiery temper... yet he teaches a good disciple."

Lam Ngoc Mai's face turned pale as if someone had buried it in ash. The old doctor immediately clasped his hands towards me.

“Meet Tieu Chuong Cham.”

In the hall, everyone bowed their heads one after another.

“Meet Tieu Chuong Cham.”

Co Nghien Tri stood at the door, her throat choked with sand. Lam Ba Son walked in front of me.

“My mother... has passed on all her true bravery to me.”