And so, it was through Xu Fei’s chance rescue of Duanmu Yun that he was recommended to visit Duanmu Qing’s family to treat her mother’s condition.
After listening to Duanmu Qing and her mother’s account, Xu Fei gained a rough understanding of the back pain.
Even without any intervention, the body naturally ages over time.
However, because Duanmu Qing’s mother had been physically weak and malnourished during her pregnancy, without proper rest or nutrition,
her body’s decline in old age had progressed faster and more severely than average.
Since this was a natural part of human aging, medical scans wouldn’t reveal any obvious cause, which explained why the big hospitals couldn’t treat it.
Western medicine couldn’t address it with drugs or surgery, but Xu Fei could.
Using acupuncture, Xu Fei could stimulate the acupoints around her waist to temporarily slow and suppress the aging process, restoring her body’s decline to a normal pace.
Just this alone should significantly alleviate her mother’s back pain.
So Xu Fei spoke up confidently,
“I’ve got a good grasp of the condition. After we finish eating later, I’ll use acupuncture to treat you, and it should be fine!”
“Acupuncture? Oh my, I didn’t expect you’d know acupuncture! Now I’m really hopeful!”
Duanmu Qing’s mother exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.
To be honest, her back pain had tormented her for most of her life.
Every time she heard there might be a cure, her heart leaped with hope.
But seeing Xu Fei, such a young doctor, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt about his reliability.
That unease grew when she learned he practiced Chinese medicine.
In her generation, people had some understanding of Chinese medicine.
It was a complex art, and every healer who mastered it seemed to be an elderly expert.
Just their calm, seasoned presence could put people at ease.
At Xu Fei’s age, anyone knowledgeable might question if he’d even memorised the names of medicinal herbs yet.
But hearing he could perform acupuncture eased her mind considerably.
For the next while, they sat together chatting casually, as the meal was almost ready.
At first, Xu Fei thought it was just idle talk.
But as the conversation went on, it started to take an odd turn.
Duanmu Qing’s mother began interrogating him—where he was from, his education, his income, and more.
Xu Fei’s expression grew increasingly animated, and he couldn’t help but think to himself,
“No wonder they say families are cut from the same cloth. She’s grilling me like one of those aunties at the matchmaking corner in the park!”
He could only grit his teeth and muddle through, but when it got too much, he planned to turn to Duanmu Qing for a rescue.
Looking up, though, he realised she’d vanished—apparently off to the kitchen to help her father.
Duanmu Qing’s mother noticed too, muttering as she stood up.
