Chapter 95: Widow Version of Liu Rushuang
The skill level in dical techniques was hard to distinguish, but in hospitals, a doctor’s rank still explained so things.
Resident physicians held the junior title. Most of them had just graduated from school and worked under senior doctors to gain experience. The length of this period varied from person to person.
Next ca the so-called attending physician, a mid-level title. With a certain amount of clinical experience, they could independently handle common illnesses.
Associate chief physicians, with senior associate titles, possessed rich clinical experience and higher technical skills. Pan Limin was one of these.
And the chief physician he had ntioned—in simple terms, in this field, was soone truly authoritative, even regarded as an expert.
Of course, that didn’t an Lin Mo already had the ability of an attending physician. After all, becoming a chief physician wasn’t just about knowing massage and bone setting. One also had to master other areas of traditional Chinese dicine.
Lin Mo was only obviously stronger than Pan Limin in massage and bone setting, but even so, it was already enough to astonish people.
A student in his fourth year of university reaching such a level—honestly, if dical certification didn’t matter, he could have gone to work in a hospital anyti.
“Teacher, you said junior brother’s skills were passed down in his family. Is it folk knowledge, or from so elder in our field?”
After experiencing Lin Mo’s ability, Pan Limin felt as if he was seeing a rising star in traditional Chinese dicine. At his age to already be this skilled, in the future he was sure to be an outstanding figure in the field.
If nothing else, with this connection, their sect would gain another person to call on when needed. That way, every ti they went to the teacher, they wouldn’t just get scolded.
And if Lin Mo achieved sothing soday, he could brag that “so-and-so is my junior brother.” The benefits were endless.
“F-folk knowledge, probably?” Thinking of Lin Mo saying he had learned from his grandfather, Professor Li didn’t quite know how to answer.
At the mont, there was one good news and one bad news before him. The good news was that his plan of using Lin Mo to put pressure on his students was not only completed but overachieved.
The bad news was, no one could communicate with Lin Mo anymore. He had thought that since Lin Mo liked massage and bone setting, he could find soone to discuss with him, maybe even spark his interest in traditional dicine. Now it seed impossible.
After all, liking massage and bone setting didn’t necessarily an liking traditional Chinese dicine. TCM covered too many areas. Nowadays, most chose one direction as their main focus, while only the older generation tended to be all-rounders.
Of course, there were still all-rounders now, just fewer. Human energy was limited. For example, this student of his specialized in massage, and now worked in the rehabilitation departnt.
At this mont, Lin Mo was outside the office chatting with senior brother Xiao Fan.
“Don’t worry, junior brother. The dicine has already been prepared and is being decocted. I personally kept watch,” Fan Peng said with a pat on his chest and a laugh.
Though he’d been scolded plenty these two days, he was already used to it. Now with a junior brother around, the scolding could be shared. How nice! So he was quite enthusiastic.
“Thank you, senior brother.” Lin Mo was very grateful. They said having connections in governnt offices made things easier—well, hospitals were the sa.
Who could guarantee never getting sick in a lifeti? Building good relationships might co in handy one day. So he didn’t mind Professor Li drawing close to him.
Though he wasn’t interested in studying dicine, who knew if one day so dical skill would pop up on his shopping page? Then he’d have an explanation ready.
“It’s nothing. Let’s add each other on WeChat. Later on, if you need here, just find . I’ll definitely arrange everything. If I can’t, I’ll call the teacher! Worst case, I get scolded again,” Fan Peng suggested.
Lin Mo:
If I’ve got the ti, wouldn’t it be easier to just go straight to Professor Li? This is like taking off your pants just to fart!
But he didn’t refuse. After all, the guy had just helped him, even escorted him to pay the bill. Adding a contact wasn’t much.
The two added each other on WeChat. Lin Mo nearly laughed out loud when he saw his senior brother’s userna—‘Grandpa Grandpa Wake Up!’ As expected, definitely a dical student.
Casually, he opened Xiao Fan’s WeChat Monts.
【Today: Got scolded, and still had to write prescriptions. So tired.】
【Yesterday: Wrote an enema as oral dication. Got chased and scolded by the head nurse. So miserable.】
【Sept 7: Didn’t get scolded today, so happy! Off work!】
【Sept 6: So spicy! Teacher ca today, gave us a big scolding. After he left, I got scolded again by senior brothers and sisters. Feeling blue, like mushrooms!】
Just scrolling casually, Lin Mo couldn’t help but smile wryly. This senior brother was either getting scolded or on his way to being scolded. A day without scolding could be considered New Year’s.
Scrolling further down, it was all the sa—either being scolded or making mistakes. Just from his Monts, one could grasp this man’s glorious track record.
“What are you two whispering about out there? Co in!”
At that mont, Professor Li’s voice ca from inside.
They hurried in. Professor Li sat drinking water, while Pan Limin said, “Ti’s about up, teacher. I’ll head back to my departnt. Call if you need anything.”
Professor Li nodded, not bothering with this student. At his age, he seldom gave him trouble anymore.
Before leaving, Pan Limin patted Lin Mo’s shoulder, telling him to learn well from the teacher. But his tone carried a faint schadenfreude.
After Pan Limin left, Professor Li turned to Lin Mo. “How’s your dicine coming along?”
“Senior brother just took to pay. He said the dicine’s already being decocted. I should wait a while longer.”
“Yes, teacher, you can rest assured. I already checked. I personally supervised when the dicine was prepared,” Fan Peng added.
Hearing this, Professor Li nodded, then looked at Lin Mo. “Xiao Lin, I had originally wanted you to exchange more with Pan Limin, maybe even go to his departnt to gain so clinical experience. But with your level, that’s unnecessary.
How about this—since the dicine still needs ti, you two can join in my consultations. Just listen by the side. Especially you, Xiao Lin. You have talent. Don’t waste it.”
Lin Mo didn’t feel much, but Fan Peng was thrilled. Being personally taught by the teacher ant he could actually learn! He imdiately took out his little notebook.
Thinking that the dicine still needed ti anyway, Lin Mo stayed, planning to see how an old Chinese doctor treated patients. Fan Peng even found him a white coat to wear.
Soon, afternoon consultation hours began. But Professor Li didn’t have many patients.
From Fan Peng, Lin Mo learned that Professor Li was considered an “expert consultation.” Given his age and duties at the university, he only saw 10 patients per session, 15 at most. Scalpers had even resold his numbers before, until reporting and police intervention resolved it.
He had already seen several in the morning, so there were even fewer in the afternoon. Patients trickled in one after another.
There were those with cardiovascular blockages, those with diabetes needing regulation. Professor Li always checked the pulse carefully, explained patiently, and then prescribed dicine.
anwhile, he occasionally explained things to the two students behind him. Since he knew Lin Mo lacked TCM theory beyond massage, he kept his explanations simple. He didn’t expect Lin Mo to understand—just explained causes and thods.
And when prescribing, he always tried to avoid expensive dicine if possible.
Lin Mo didn’t understand much, but noted down bits and pieces. Fan Peng, however, scribbled furiously in his notebook.
After each patient left, Professor Li asked Lin Mo to repeat the diagnosis, cause, and treatnt plan.
His astonishing mory left Fan Peng dumbfounded. No wonder the teacher said this junior brother had talent.
Professor Li was also satisfied. He couldn’t expect Lin Mo, who had never properly studied TCM, to understand pharmacology or pulse patterns.
But this only confird his belief—Lin Mo was uncut jade. With a little polishing, he could beco brilliant.
Ti passed quickly. Over two hours had gone by.
Professor Li took a sip of water and asked, “Xiao Lin, how do you feel? Difficult?”
“You’re really amazing, but I honestly didn’t understand much,” Lin Mo scratched his head and laughed.
Professor Li laughed heartily. “Of course it’s difficult. You’ve never systematically studied this. You don’t even know pharmacology. In our field, TCM is all about experience. I studied a lifeti to get here. But you’re smarter than —you at least have a good mory. Once you’ve experienced more, the knowledge will co naturally. I’ll give you two books later. If you’re interested, take a look. You’re still young, no rush!”
Fan Peng looked confused. Wasn’t his junior brother studying dicine? How had he not systematically learned this stuff?
And was this still his teacher, the one who scolded people every day? Why was he so kind to junior brother? Unfair!
“Alright, one last patient. The sooner we finish, the sooner we’re off work!” Professor Li stretched, then called in the final patient.
By now, his fatigue was obvious.
Soon, the office door opened. Seeing who entered, Lin Mo froze on the spot.
A figure in a plain long dress, graceful and slender, stepped in. It was none other than Empress Rushuang.
At this mont, Liu Rushuang no longer carried her usual domineering air. Her eyes weren’t seductive, her manner wasn’t enchanting. Her already fair face now held a sickly pallor, even her lips lacked color. One hand gently rubbed her lower abdon, giving her a fragile, sorrowful look.
Seeing Liu Rushuang like this, three words flashed in Lin Mo’s mind—widow!
Especially with her plain white dress, her sickly pallor, and occasional slight frown—it was as if Boss Cao himself would nod in approval!
“Liu, why are you here?” Lin Mo asked.
Hearing this, Liu Rushuang froze, then her eyes widened. “You—you’re—”
She looked him up and down, especially noticing his white coat and intern-like appearance. A faint blush rose on her sickly face. Thinking of sothing, she quickly said:
“Didn’t expect you to have this side to you. So it’s a uniform…”
Lin Mo: “Cough, cough…”
Seeing this woman about to speak without restraint, he quickly interrupted, signaling that there were others in the room. No wild words, please!
“Cough, cough… Sorry about that,” Liu Rushuang apologized slightly to Professor Li.
Fan Peng:
Professor Li:
This patient seed a little abnormal!
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