The next day, just as Li Luru got up, Nanny Yang came over.
When they reached the front courtyard, sure enough, an old man with a black headscarf was sitting off to the side.
His face was so dark it practically shone; if you didn't know better, you'd think he'd just come out from behind the stove.
"Well?" Yang Aoshuang got nervous when she saw he hadn't said a word the whole time and hurriedly asked.
Not being able to speak counted as a disability, and more importantly, it made everyday life inconvenient.
The old man still didn't open his mouth for a while. After checking a few more times he finally said, "This old man's medical skills are shallow and powerless. The young lady's tongue's veins have been injured, so they can't perceive external stimulus, which is why she can't speak. But I've heard the head of the Mu Family has a truly exquisite acupuncture method. Let him have a look—if he can give her a few needles, it shouldn't be a big problem."
