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Sister Fei's voice awakened Yan Qing from her reverie, " Bei Lin'er, come and help quickly." Her voice carried an unmistakable authority, but her eyes were full of trust.
Yan Qing nodded and walked over to a patient lying on a bed.
It was a middle-aged man, with deep wrinkles carved into his face, each one like a heavy story line. His legs were wrapped in thick bandages, and fresh blood seeped through, staining the sheets.
" Sister Fei walked over, holding a long silver needle in her hand, her eyes focused and her movements skilled. "Watch closely, Bei Lin'er," she said, accurately inserting the silver needle into a certain acupoint on the man's leg.
Yan Qing nervously observed as the man's painful expression gradually eased, and even a slight smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"This is the Shenmen acupoint, used to calm the spirit and relieve pain," Sister Fei explained as she worked. "You must remember the location of each acupoint and the appropriate amount of force for each, as this is the basic skill of a healer."
Yan Qing nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. She knew that this was not just about learning a skill; it was her way of protecting others and even redeeming herself.
" Sister Fei, are these acupoints the same for everyone?" Yan Qing asked, her voice filled with the curiosity and eagerness of a learner.
Sister Fei nodded, her fingers lightly tracing over the man's leg, "Generally the same, but everyone's body condition is different, you must adjust according to the actual situation."
Yan Qing listened attentively, her hand mimicking Sister Fei's movements, tracing through the air as if there were also an invisible acupoint there.
"For reducing facial swelling, this acupoint is crucial," Sister Fei continued to explain, her voice carrying a faint sense of certainty, "but at the same time, it's important to adjust the intensity of acupuncture based on the patient's specific condition."
Sister Fei turned to Yan Qing and handed her a delicate silver needle, "Now, it's your turn to try needling this acupoint. Remember, be gentle and precise."
Yan Qing took the silver needle, her hand trembling slightly, but the determination in her eyes remained unwavering.
Under the careful guidance of Sister Fei, she took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and then gently aimed the needle at the Hegu acupoint, slowly inserting it. As the needle touched the skin, the patient's tense expression began to relax.
"Good job, your technique has already formed a preliminary framework," praised Sister Fei, causing a rare smile to appear on Yan Qing's face.
Yan Qing followed Sister Fei to the bedside of a young soldier.
The soldier's shoulder bore a deep sword wound, with blood seeping through the bandages, reflecting in the candlelight, as if narrating the cruelty of the battlefield.
" Sister Fei pointed to a specific acupoint near the soldier's shoulder, saying, "This is the Jianjing acupoint, responsible for regulating the qi and blood in the shoulder and neck area. It is highly effective for relieving muscle tension caused by sword wounds." As she spoke, she demonstrated with a silver needle, its faint glow shimmering in the lamplight.
Yan Qing focused on observing every detail attentively, from the movement of Sister Fei's wrist to the depth of the needle's penetration into the skin. Then, with a nod from Sister Fei, she took the silver needle and gently probed the warrior's shoulder well point. While Yan Qing's movements were not as skilled as Sister Fei, they still exuded a quiet confidence.
When the silver needle steadily pierced the acupoint, the warrior's breathing gradually became even, and the furrow on his forehead also relaxed.
"You learn so fast," Sister Fei said with a hint of surprise in her voice. "Can you feel this kind of sensation? After the acupoint is needled, the qi and blood circulate, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, silently moistening all things."
Yan Qing nodded, she could feel the changes in the warrior's body, it was a feeling of smooth meridians.
Sister Fei's eyes flashed a hint of approval as she led Yan Qing to the bedside of another patient.
The condition of this patient was more severe. A huge rock had pressed on his chest cavity, and although it had been removed, his breathing was still rapid and painful.
"Here is the lower abdomen, the body's energy center," Sister Fei said, pointing to the patient's abdomen. "Acupuncture here can help regulate internal energy and relieve internal injuries' pain."
Yan Qing carefully observed Sister Fei's technique, watching her gently rotate the needle tip, and the patient's breathing gradually became steady. She silently noted this technique, knowing it would be a valuable skill for saving lives. Her heart was filled with admiration for Sister Fei and excitement at the prospect of learning such life-saving techniques herself.
Sister Fei carefully put away the needle and took out a sterilized silver needle, handing it to Yan Qing: "Now, it's your turn to try."
Yan Qing took the silver needle, her hands slightly trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Under Sister Fei's guidance, she located another acupoint - the Lieque point, located on the side of the wrist, which can clear the heart and lungs, and has an immediate effect on shortness of breath.
"Steady your hand, take a deep breath," Sister Fei's voice was calm yet powerful, giving Yan Qing immense confidence.
Following the instructions, Yan Qing gently aimed the needle at the acupoint, then swiftly and accurately pierced it. She felt the resistance as the needle touched the skin, followed by the smooth sensation as it slid into the muscle.
The patient's face showed a hint of relief, and their breathing was no longer so rapid. Yan Qing knew that she had succeeded.
"Very good, Bei Lin'er," praised Sister Fei, causing a rare smile to appear on Yan Qing's face.
Later, under the guidance of Sister Fei, she visited other patients one by one, learning to use different acupoints for different injuries.
Yan Qing not only learned the techniques of acupuncture treatment, but also learned from Sister Fei how to observe the patients' reactions to judge the effectiveness.
As time passed, under the guidance of Sister Fei, she learned more acupuncture techniques and began to independently handle some minor injuries. With each success, her confidence grew and her skills became more refined.
Watching Yan Qing's growth, Sister Fei secretly decided that when Yan Qing was truly ready, she would pass on all her years of medical experience to this strong and determined woman.
At this moment, a disciple rushed in, his face filled with anxiety. "Fei, a group of injured villagers has arrived outside, and the situation is very urgent!"
Sister Fei's expression changed, and she immediately stood up. "Take me to see it," she said to Yan Qing. " Bei Lin'er, you should rest first, don't force yourself."
Yan Qing nodded, but her heart was anything but calm.
Sister Fei and the disciples quickly walked out of the wooden house, only to be met with a chorus of wails.
On the crude wooden carts, lay one mangled body after another.
The eyes of these people are filled with fear and despair. In their wounds, there is not only the cruelty of war, but also the relentless passing of life.
There is a hint of determination in Sister Fei's eyes. She walks to the side of a young man and gently touches his forehead. "Hold on, we will definitely save you."
A glint flashed in the man's eyes, his lips trembling as if wanting to say something, but ultimately just nodding gently.
" Sister Fei turned to the disciples behind her and said, "Quick, prepare the medicinal herbs. We need to quickly arrange for these people."
The disciples moved quickly and orderly, carefully carrying the injured into the wooden house to treat them one by one.
In the days that followed, Yan Qing began the journey of accumulating medical experience. She learned how to use medicine, how to suture wounds, how to treat illnesses with acupuncture, and how to save patients with the least amount of pain. Every day, under the guidance of Sister Fei, she gradually became familiar with this world filled with blood and tears.
Meanwhile, the people of Benevolent Pavilion also gradually accepted the woman named Bei Lin'er. Her skills became more and more proficient, her gaze more and more determined, and her heart slowly healed in every stitch and needle.
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