Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 545 - 544: Visiting the Patient

Lin Wanwan obediently stretched out a fair wrist from the bed curtains, and Chen Liang placed a silk handkerchief on it and began to take her pulse.

This was Lin Wanwan’s first ti falling ill since she gained the ability to travel through ti, and also her first ti seeing a doctor in ancient tis, she was quite curious.

A few minutes later, after checking her pulse, Chen Liang looked up and asked Hong Yan who was waiting by the side: "How is the Village Lady’s complexion? What about her tongue coating? Go and take a look for ."

"Yes."

Lin Wanwan, inside the bed curtains, laughed lightly and lazily said: "Doctor Chen, I also study dicine and do not mind these common etiquettes, you might as well personally examine again."

With that, she directly lifted the bed curtain, revealing her sickly appearance.

Chen Liang was slightly surprised by Lin Wanwan’s behavior, but given his age and extensive experience with noble female patients, he was long past worrying about gender proprieties. Moreover, he was sowhat accustod to Lin Wanwan’s unconventional ways, so he imdiately composed himself and began the examination without hesitation.

The final diagnosis matched Lin Wanwan’s own assessnt, and the prescription was also from the Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Warm Pathogenic Diseases.

Lin Wanwan discussed her condition further with Doctor Chen, and after he administered a few acupuncture treatnts, she rewarded him with money and sent him away.

The attendants like Hong Yan, although finding it a bit inappropriate for the lady to speak with Doctor Chen directly while reclining in the boudoir, naturally couldn’t voice objections since Lin Wanwan was the head of the household and her word was law.

In the Great Tang, it was not so particular for ordinary folk when a woman needed dical treatnt; much like laboring won did not have to wear veils when going out.

However, there were more formalities for noblewon getting dical treatnt, largely depending on family customs.

Usually, when diagnosing noblewon, the doctor didn’t examine directly but asked a close mber about her complexion, tongue coating, diet, and excretion.

If the illness was severe, they’d diagnose through the bed curtains; if it was mild, through thinner ones; and even during pulse-taking, the doctor would not touch directly, using a thin silk to separate.

Overall, it was quite cumberso, equated to "taking off pants to fart" — redundant and less straightforward than common folks’ approach, with high chances of misdiagnosis and missed diagnosis.

If there were female Daoists or doctors who understood dicine, even if their skills were not impressive (given the limited paths available for thorough learning from a young age, as dical families generally passed skills to males), they would be the preferred choice, just as it was for concubines in the palace.

Having an Imperial Physician personally diagnose and prescribe was rare, only happening for those especially favored by the Emperor.

Regardless whether Imperial Physicians were selected from the Imperial dical Bureau or renowned doctors recruited from the populace, they only truly served one person: the Emperor.

In feudal society, won, even in the Tang Dynasty, held such a position. Only after Wu Zetian rose to power did things slightly improve, but not by much.

After Chen Liang left, Lin Wanwan lay in bed, imagining the sights of Chang’an City, and couldn’t help but sigh. Just based on how Chen Liang treated her illness, she gleaned insight into the rules there, catching a glimpse of the bigger picture!

Forget it, better to focus on recovery.

Lin Wanwan pulled the blanket over herself and continued to sleep. With colds, taking dicine, drinking plenty of water, supplenting with vitamins, and sleeping well are key.

As long as traditional Chinese dicine targeted the symptoms properly, three doses would show results, with effects like beating a drum.

When Lin Wanwan woke up from a sound sleep, her body aches were much improved, though she still felt a bit sluggish.

Originally, she planned to return to the Lin Family Manor today and depart from there to Qiantang by boat tomorrow, but her illness disrupted the plan.

Fortunately, whether she departed a day early or late mattered little to Lin Wanwan, so she sent soone to the dock to notify the Xiao Family.

By afternoon, Xiao Chong ca again, this ti finding Lin Wanwan had moved to the Imperial Concubine’s Couch in the Warm Pavilion, listening to Xiao Yixun read to her.

Normally cold and quiet, like an ice-sculpted statue, Xiao Yixun could occasionally reveal a girlish liveliness when with Lin Wanwan.

As Xiao Yixun read aloud, Xiao Chong was announced and entered through the curtain into the side room.

Xiao Yixun abruptly stopped her voice, cast a cold glance at Xiao Chong with indifferent eyes, and left with her book, ignoring Xiao Chong’s greeting.

Xiao Chong didn’t mind; it took much to stir his emotions, and should one provoke him, he wouldn’t give them a chance to react.

After Xiao Yixun and her maid left, Xiao Chong gestured for Hong Yan to leave as well.

Hong Yan hesitated, turned to look at Lin Wanwan, and seeing her master’s downcast eyes, had an inkling and quietly withdrew to the outer room.

The room fell notably silent, leaving only the sound of the north wind moving the window lattice.

Lin Wanwan’s cheeks were slightly flushed, either from the fever or the warmth of the pavilion’s heat.

After a mont, Xiao Chong moved closer, standing less than a step from where Lin Wanwan lay on the Imperial Concubine’s Couch, and asked with concern, "Cousin, how are you feeling, any better?"

Lin Wanwan’s heartbeat unexpectedly quickened, and though she silently chided herself, she pulled the blanket tighter under her chin and groggily replied, "Cousin, why are you here? It’s still early, did you skip work?"

Xiao Chong chuckled, then reached out and touched the back of his hand to Lin Wanwan’s forehead, frowning slightly: "Still feverish. It’s my fault; it must be from too much wind last night. I should have brought out a cloak for you sooner."

Seeing the hint of guilt in Xiao Chong’s bright eyes, Lin Wanwan couldn’t help but say, "Occasionally getting a little sick, letting the body fight a small battle with the illness, can boost one’s constitution. No need to worry, cousin."

Hearing this, Xiao Chong’s lips curled into a smile, his fine features relaxed, clearly amused by Lin Wanwan’s unconventional reasoning: "Cousin, you always have such peculiar logic."

Lin Wanwan retorted: "I am a doctor; what I say is sound reasoning, not peculiar logic!"

Xiao Chong glanced at Lin Wanwan, sat down on a nearby stool, peeled an orange from a side table, and offered a section to her mouth. Her eyes widened slightly, though she opened her mouth to eat, a blush spreading from her face to her ears.

Xiao Chong’s actions were smooth and uninhibited, anwhile making the modern Lin Wanwan seem bashful.

This guy, isn’t he too immodest?

Aren’t ancient people supposed to practice self-restraint?

Is it appropriate to feed a girl an orange like this?!

Feeling both shy and annoyed, Lin Wanwan secretly cursed Xiao Chong, who, as if using a Mind Reading Technique, gazed down at her with eyes warm yet steadfast, calling softly, "Wanwan."

"Hmm?"

"Are you upset at my impudent actions? I just... couldn’t help myself."

Lin Wanwan’s pupils widened in shock, her scalp tingled—this, this, this... this guy knows how to flirt like this!

Oh my! Combine that with his perfect appearance; it’s truly overwhelming!

She weakly protested, "Cousin, don’t be so unbridled; I’m not used to it."

Hearing her, Xiao Chong burst into laughter, utterly amused.