Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 102: Is It Really That Magical?

"Sister Qingya, what are you doing? First you’re writing a prescription, and now you’re pressing on acupoints. I really don’t understand."

Song Qingya didn’t explain right away. Instead, she first had Luo Fuman roll up his sleeve.

Then, she lightly pressed a few spots on his arm with her finger.

Those spots quickly turned into small, clearly visible red dots.

Yang Yingzi stood to the side, watching with a puzzled expression. She couldn’t help but ask, "What... what’s this for? Why did you just press his arm a few times?"

"These are several important acupoints for soothing the liver and improving blood flow."

Song Qingya replied as she put away her fountain pen.

"I read in a book that these acupoints are especially effective for conditioning the body."

After saying this, she took out a copy of the *Acupuncture Classics* from her bag.

It was an ancient medical text that specifically explained the human body’s meridians and common acupoints.

She flipped it open to a Chapter that marked the exact acupoints she had just mentioned.

"See? This is the page that describes these acupoints."

Although Yang Yingzi wasn’t very literate, the book’s pages looked yellowed with age, and it seemed to be a genuine, respectable book with a history.

She nodded and then asked, "Can just pressing these few spots cure Old Luo’s illness? Is it really that miraculous?"

"That’s not how it works."

Song Qingya said with a smile and a shake of her head.

"Normally, the true effects of these acupoints are activated through professional acupuncture. I’ve only just started learning traditional Chinese medicine. Even if I dared to use needles myself, without enough experience, I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t make a mistake. Besides, I doubt you’d feel at ease letting me practice on him, would you? So, I used a different method—acupressure. You just need to rub and press the spots I marked for him every day."

"Will that really be effective?"

Yang Yingzi was still a bit skeptical.

"Of course it will be."

Song Qingya answered seriously.

"Acupoints have specific functions and areas of effect. These four points correspond to the meridian channels related to the liver. They can, to a certain extent, improve Brother Luo’s current condition."

She continued to explain patiently, "However, rubbing and pressing definitely isn’t as effective as proper acupuncture. If you really want to try this type of therapy, I suggest you find a professional, experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor to give Brother Luo a few proper acupuncture treatments. That would be the safer approach."

"Oh, thank you, Sister Qingya! Thank you so, so much!"

Yang Yingzi was extremely moved. She nodded her thanks repeatedly, her voice trembling with emotion.

"You went out of your way to research this and come up with a solution for us. You’ve really helped us a lot."

She understood perfectly well in her heart that taking medicine was one thing, but acupuncture was something else entirely.

The latter required delicate skill, and the slightest mistake could lead to problems.

Although she fully endorsed the herbal prescription Song Qingya had written, she also knew there was no room for carelessness or risk with this kind of hands-on treatment.

No matter how much the other person insisted it was fine, she would never dare let Luo Fuman try it.

In truth, Song Qingya had already expected this outcome.

She hadn’t even mentioned her own intention to perform acupuncture.

She was a composed person and understood there was no need to rush to show off in this situation.

To be honest, the reason she had started learning traditional Chinese medicine back then wasn’t for a living or some grand ambition; she simply wanted her family to be healthier.

The sun was about to set.

After saying goodbye to the couple from the Luo Family, Song Qingya and Fei Jin walked out of the hospital entrance together.

Now for the most important part of their itinerary for the day:

Visiting the place where her biological parents lived.

She hadn’t planned to stay at the hospital for long in the first place.

"Let’s head over now, to those tenement buildings over there," Song Qingya said.

That area was a cluster of old residential buildings where she had lived since childhood. It was next to the old textile mill, and from a distance, it looked like a long row of drab, crowded, and dilapidated structures.

Fei Jin glanced at his watch and thought for a moment before saying, "The supply and marketing cooperative should still be open. Should I go buy some things to bring over?"

"No need."

Song Qingya let out a soft, cold snort, her tone tinged with disdain.

"It’s enough that we’re showing up ourselves. There’s no need to prepare any of those things."

An image appeared in her mind: in the past, every time Fei Jin visited her so-called "home," he would always be carrying several large bags. They weren’t just filled with food and daily necessities, but also with grain, meat, and industrial coupons, which were extremely valuable at the time.

’That bunch from the Song family, who only knew how to take and had no concept of familial affection, deserved any of that?’

The very thought disgusted Song Qingya.

Fei Jin, naturally, wouldn’t object to his wife’s opinion.

He had no intention of going against her wishes in this kind of situation.

The only reason he could maintain a semblance of courtesy toward the Song family was that they were his wife’s biological parents, but he always knew where his priorities lay.

Shortly after the car stopped, the two had just taken a single step toward the tenement building when they saw a few people already standing there waiting in the distance.

The group of people stood in a cluster, looking around from time to time.

Yang Yunhua and Sun Qiang had been busy since early morning. They had both changed into their newest, most presentable clothes and were standing at the bottom of the building. Although they wore smiles, they were nervous and excited inside.

Sun Zhenhai, standing to the side, looked extremely annoyed.

He swatted at mosquitoes with a look of irritation.

"Mom, it’s broad daylight, and the mosquitoes down here are BUZZING so loudly it’s giving me a headache. Do we really have to wait here for Song Qingya? I’m not waiting anymore. I’m going back inside."

He said this and was about to turn and walk into the building’s corridor, but Yang Yunhua grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Yang Yunhua scolded him sternly.

"Stay right here and don’t move! Your sister and your brother-in-law are about to arrive. What would it look like if you scurried back inside when you see them?"

Her voice rose a few decibels.

"Besides, when your sister gets here, you’re not allowed to call her by her full name. You have to call her ’Sister,’ you hear me?"

"I hear you."

Sun Zhenhai mumbled a reply, his tone utterly perfunctory.

’He’d been spoiled by his parents his whole life. Wasn’t everyone in the family always doting on him and trying to please him?’

He was bottling up an inexplicable anger, and his face was a mile long.

Growing up, Song Qingya had been like a servant girl who waited on him.

When he got dressed, she had to help with his collar. When he ate, she had to stand by and hand him his chopsticks. When he was thirsty or cold, she had to bring him tea or a shawl.

She even had to accompany him to and from school every day, rain or shine.

So in his eyes, this so-called older sister wasn’t someone deserving of respect at all.

Instead, she was more like a servant assigned specifically to him.

In the past, when his parents told him to call her "Sister," he would always ignore them, too lazy to bother.

’She has the surname Song from that good-for-nothing father of hers, while I’m the sole heir of the Sun Family. On what grounds should I call an outsider ’Sister’?’

’It would’ve been better if she had really died when she jumped in the river.’

’That way, there’d be no place for her in this family anymore.’