Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 701 - Chapter 701 693. Fried Green Salt_1

Chapter 701: 693. Fried Green Salt_1 Chapter 701: 693. Fried Green Salt_1 It was indeed strange, before, when mugwort was all over the village, no one thought about going home to roll some Ai Rong for moxibustion.

But now, just because Guo Dong mentioned it, everyone worked together to roll and knead it, while listening to her talk about some contraindications…

In that moment, everyone felt a surge of admiration for traditional culture, as if moxibustion could truly cure all their ailments–they all seemed extremely eager to try it.

There, Xin Jun was helping to cut paper when he heard a nearby auntie urging him:

“Young man, you might as well stop that, you’re not as skilled as us… Take this opportunity to get Doctor Xiaoguo to give you a moxibustion session, and let us watch!”

Xin Jun: …so I’m being rushed to be a guinea pig, huh?

However, he was actually curious and, after some hesitation, put down his work, looking forward to what Guo Dong would do next.

Guo Dong didn’t change the schedule; right then, she pointed and said, “Go sit over there, I’ll simply check your pulse first. But remember after moxibustion, it’s best not to drink tea for half a month. Song Tan’s tea leaves and that cooling tea… none of that is allowed.”

It was indeed just a simple pulse diagnosis, after all, her expertise was in male pharmaceuticals and some superficial gynecological issues.

Xin Jun didn’t mind at all: “Go ahead, experiment on me! Nowadays, finding a reliable doctor isn’t easy. My mom went to a traditional Chinese doctor, and just in our small city, you have to book online a week in advance, and even then you have five or six people competing to get an appointment…”

After some adjustments, there was indeed some improvement, and she ended up in physical therapy, getting infrared light treatments and moxibustion packs…

Honestly, that doctor didn’t even warn her not to drink tea for half a month!

This raised his expectations even higher!

And Guo Dong did exactly as she said; after checking his pulse, she explained, “You really are quite drained and tired… Let’s start by replenishing your vitality.”

She also explained to everyone:

“You can learn to do moxibustion at home, but there’s one thing–if you’re not sure, it’s best to use fewer acupoints. Even just one acupoint is fine, definitely don’t do many at once… And there’s a proper sequence to it.”

A few aunties looked at each other: So there’s a sequence to it? Then why bother doing it at home, why not just go to Doctor Guo for everything?

They were shrewd in their own way, and now they took the initiative: “Then we’ll have to trouble our Doctor Guo more in the future… But don’t do it for free, you must charge us. Ten or twenty yuan for the service, we’re willing to pay!”

Wu Lan laughed loudly at them: “You all sure know how to calculate, don’t you? Are you paying ten or twenty yuan to get moxibustion for a whole summer or just once? Does Doctor Guo need that small amount of money?”

Wu Lan knew very well, Guo Dong was very generous when it came to collecting fees for Golden Sakura–would she be so generous if she wasn’t earning well?

Moreover, there were always those who never got enough of a good deal, someone having half an hour or an hour of moxibustion, and once it proved effective, they would surely bring their whole extended family…

If Guo Dong stayed in the village, she couldn’t be too stiff in her ways; she might end up bustling about all day long and end up delaying her own work.

So Wu Lan offered a suggestion:

“In my opinion, for the first couple of times, charge each person twenty yuan, and help them with the moxibustion. Meanwhile, they can also learn. Once they get it, they can buy some Ai Tiao from the pharmacy and do moxibustion at home, right? If they’re unsure, they can just ask you again…”

“It’s not easy to have a doctor in the village; don’t scare her away.”

That could work!

Twenty yuan for the doctor to teach you hands-on and offer subsequent guidance on other matters…

After a lively discussion among themselves, Guo Dong didn’t object, and it was settled.

Meanwhile, Guo Dong withdrew her hands: “You carry on, Xin Jun, your condition requires some preparations, I’ll go back to the clinic now to fetch them.”

At that, Zhang Yanping let go of her hands and hurriedly crowded in:

“The phone will be fully charged in a bit, and since we have AC in the room, would it be convenient for you to live stream a moxibustion session?”

“Sure,” Xin Jun replied succinctly, “just don’t show my face.”

“Don’t worry!” Zhang Yanping swiftly stood up, quickly logged into the account, and sent out a teaser for Qiaoqiao’s upcoming stream.

The teaser was quite intriguing, for since they didn’t know how long Guo Dong would take to prepare, they merely set a rough estimate for the time–

[Live moxibustion session today again! Time is uncertain, probably within an hour! #hypnosis#asmr]

No sooner had the live stream teaser been posted than a horde of stubborn fans fiercely stormed into the chat room, passionately commenting even though they were faced with a dark screen–

[You dare to use the word “hypnosis”?]

[You dare to include ASMR?]

[Do you even know what my day has been like?]

[Help, there goes my perfect attendance streak of 800 days, who understands my pain!]

[I only had 300 days of perfect attendance… but 300 is money too, come on!]

[I should never have slept in!]

[Dear host, please be kind, could you post such videos on Friday nights or Sunday nights in the future?]

[It really hurts to watch these on weekday mornings.]

[Exactly! Do you not care about your viewing figures at all? It’s nine in the morning now, people are working or going out, who has time to watch your live stream?]

[Uh, I just got here and don’t quite understand, why everyone’s so excited, but the number of viewers has already approached 2000…]

Two thousand people had already arrived before the live streaming started, what did that signify? Perhaps only the private outrage of those from MCN agencies who were secretly following him could prove everything.

However, the owner of the streaming room, Qiaoqiao, was diligently rolling ai tiao–what an interesting job!

He was busily pounding away at the bamboo tube, unable to stop.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yanping led Xin Jun upstairs to lie down on the bed while also adjusting the camera angle, making sure to avoid showing the face without making the stream too dull and boring.

Just then, Guo Dong sent a message: “I heard from Song Tan that you are doing a live stream? Then how about coming to the kitchen first?”

The kitchen?

Zhang Yanping didn’t hesitate, setting up the phone first: “Bro, you lie down; I’ll be right back!”

Xin Jun: …

I’m just preparing for moxibustion, not paralyzed. What’s in the kitchen that can’t be faced?

To their surprise, upon entering the kitchen, they saw Guo Dong holding a small dish with some unknown little crystals in it.

She turned to Seventh Uncle: “Do we have a small pot? I need to stir-fry this qing salt.”

Seventh Uncle eyed the tiny crystals in the dish with a strange look: “You could grab a pinch with your fingertips, how small a pot do you plan to use to fry it?”

Guo Dong chuckled awkwardly: “Well… I do have a small pot, but it’s currently being used to simmer a concoction.”

“This is for Xin Jun’s Shenque moxibustion. His body needs replenishing qi, and I’m afraid that new ai tiao might be too drying, so we need to use salt to moderate and nourish the kidneys. This qing salt just taken out of the medicine cabinet needs to be roasted before it can be used…”