628: Chapter 617: Officially Seeing a Doctor 628: Chapter 617: Officially Seeing a Doctor Manbao looked at Zhou Silang with the kind of gaze one reserves for an idiot, “Silang, I’m studying dicine – I’m a doctor!
Isn’t it all written in the books?”
And it was very detailed at that, discussing sperm and eggs, and the differences between boys and girls.
She had already learned this with Teacher Mo two years ago.
Zhou Silang’s hands holding the dicine bag began to tremble, and he stamred, “How, how, how can books write about everything?”
He wanted Manbao to stop reading such books but then thought that perhaps it wasn’t right, for this was part of studying dicine.
It seed that not reading them wasn’t an option, either.
It didn’t matter if she didn’t learn; what if she didn’t learn but still went on to treat people and ended up harming them?
While Zhou Silang was caught in his dilemma, Manbao suddenly rembered sothing, “That’s right, Silang, when you return, rember to take Brother Guan to the pharmacy to get checked, too.
See if he has any health issues.
If he’s sick like my forr brother-in-law, my eldest sister won’t be able to have children.”
Zhou Silang: “…Okay.”
Beside them, Bai Erlang and Zhou Lijun were still looking utterly confused.
When Zhou Silang turned his head and saw this, he couldn’t help but pat their heads and sighed, “Ignorance is bliss, indeed.”
Bai Erlang & Zhou Lijun: …
Teacher Mo only logged on at the scheduled ti and was delighted to see Manbao’s email.
He now focused on studying ancient Chinese dicine and was in dire need of various ancient pulse records.
With Manbao entering the pharmacy, she could provide not only the pulse records but also the prescriptions from their area, which would greatly aid his research.
Of course, Teacher Mo, who had access to such abundant resources, would also give prescriptions based on the pulse records to instruct Manbao.
Full of confidence, Teacher Mo told Manbao, “With this, you not only have , an erudite teacher, and the massive information from the encyclopedia, but also countless patients.
As long as you keep studying diligently, you will surely beco a famous doctor one day.”
Manbao herself started to dream, “Then won’t I be very impressive, very impressive?”
Not just Teacher Mo, but even Keke agreed, encouraging her that she would indeed be impressive.
Then, the next day, after finishing her morning reading and practicing writing for half an hour, Manbao carried her basket to Jishi Hall.
Since it was the first day, Zhou Lijun went with her.
At this ti, the pharmacy had just opened, and patients had just begun to arrive.
After greeting everyone, Manbao moved a little stool next to the senior doctor and sat down obediently, then took out paper, ink, and brush from her basket and set them in front of her.
The senior doctor was shocked by her forwardness and took a mont to snap back to reality, “Young Lady Zhou…”
“You can call Manbao,” she said with brazen familiarity, “It’s my nickna, and that’s what my family and friends call ,” Manbao inquired, “Sir, what’s your na?”
“My surna is Ji, with the given na Ze.
Just call Doctor Ji.”
“Doctor Ji, what is our manager’s na?”
Doctor Ji: “The manager’s surna is Zheng.
Just call him Manager Zheng.”
Manbao: “Eh, there’s also a Manager Zheng in Luojiang County.
Are they related?”
That’s when Doctor Ji turned his attention to Manbao, “Do you know Zheng Yiwei?”
Manbao nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, we’re good friends.”
Zheng Yiwei, far in Luojiang County: The kind of good friends who see each other at most three or four tis a year?
Doctor Ji straightened up and his expression ward, “You and Yiwei are good friends?”
Manbao nodded, “We’ve known each other for five or six years.
My family grows so dicinal herbs, which we have always sold to him.
We beca familiar through our dealings.”
Five or six years wasn’t a short ti; Zheng Yiwei had only been to Luojiang County for just over six years.
So, stroking his beard, Doctor Ji chuckled, “What a coincidence, Shopkeeper Zheng is Yiwei’s uncle.
You’ll have to change the way you address them now.”
“Then, I’ll just call him Shopkeeper Zheng,” Manbao offered.
Doctor Ji, who was thinking of naming Zheng Yiwei ‘Young Manager Zheng’: …
He paused for a mont, thought it over, and felt the title wasn’t bad; Zheng was indeed not young and it was appropriate to call him Shopkeeper Zheng.
Doctor Ji’s eyes crinkled with a smile, “Okay, from now on I’ll follow your lead.
Now, tell , have you learned how to feel pulses?”
“I have, and I’ve studied it for several years.
I’ve taken pulses for the villagers quite often these past two years.”
Doctor Ji nodded, “You will take the pulse first for a while.
Record the pulse diagnosis on your paper, and then I’ll feel it again.”
Manbao nodded.
After the two agreed, they allowed the waiting patients to co forward.
As the two of them were speaking openly, without avoiding anyone, the waiting patients overheard the entire conversation.
They had just sat down at the table when Manbao pushed her wrist cushion forward, eagerly waiting for the patients.
The patient hesitated montarily but, rembering what the senior doctor had said – that after the young lady, he would look too – placed his hand on it.
Manbao felt his pulse, listening intently while observing his complexion, and inquired, “Where do you feel discomfort?”
“My throat is dry and itchy, and I’ve been coughing consistently.”
“When did the coughing start?
Do you have a runny nose?”
“It started the day before yesterday, no runny nose.”
“Have you taken any other dicine?”
“No.”
“Do you have any other discomforts?”
The patient hesitated before adding, “My head feels a bit dizzy, too.”
Manbao said, “Let see your tongue.”
After carefully inspecting, listening, and questioning, Manbao withdrew her hand and began to write the pulse diagnosis.
Only then did Doctor Ji motion for the patient to turn towards him.
He repeated the questions Manbao had asked, felt the pulse again, and then began to write out a prescription, taking a mont to jot down a quick pulse note on a nearby notebook.
His pulse note was a one-sentence summary; Manbao, on the other hand, had written extensively, detailing even the waxen color of his complexion.
Doctor Ji glanced over, shook his head slightly – while her writing was indeed detailed, wasn’t that a waste of paper?
Before Manbao could even glance at the prescription, the patient had taken it to get the dication filled, and it was gone without her being able to take note.
But Manbao just felt a montary pang of regret; there were still so many patients to go through, so there was no rush.
The second patient ca forward, and it was still Manbao’s role to see first, to ask questions first, and then Doctor Ji would look again and ask again.
Sotis the questions Doctor Ji asked were different from Manbao’s, which she would note down, and then she’d observe the patient closely alongside Doctor Ji.
Since she was thinking of copying the prescription, she wrote the pulse records much faster, and her handwriting didn’t focus on neatness.
After taking the pulse diagnosis, she glanced over at Doctor Ji’s prescription, and copied swiftly each ti he completed a drug na.
As she continued, she felt a bit perplexed, “Doctor Ji, what are all these characters?”
Doctor Ji lifted his eyelids to look at her and handed the patient the prescription, saying, “Cursive writing.”
Manbao felt that sothing was off; although she didn’t write in cursive, she had seen her teacher’s writing and it certainly wasn’t this sloppy.
However, she didn’t argue with Doctor Ji.
The line of patients waiting for a consultation was growing longer, and having to examine each patient twice was already ti-consuming.
Zhou Lijun had already hinted that so patients were showing signs of impatience; therefore, it wasn’t a good ti for Manbao to delay further.
Thinking there would be ti in the future, Manbao temporarily set aside the issue and continued to see patients with Doctor Ji.
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