710: Chapter 699: Charity Diagnosis (Part 3) 710: Chapter 699: Charity Diagnosis (Part 3) Manbao finished her lunch, pulled out the needles of the patients whose treatnt ti had co, and then tossed them into boiling water.
She left them to Lijun to pick up with tongs and hang to dry for further use.
Manbao continued to see patients.
The patients at this ti were still mostly elderly won, the youngest of whom had several children.
They didn’t much care for the male gaze.
When they noticed the male patients next door pointing and whispering about them, not only did they unabashedly let them look, they even turned around and started pointing back at the n, eliciting bouts of laughter.
Eventually, the male patients next door turned red with embarrassnt and annoyance.
One of the formidable won spat at them, saying, “See if you dare to spout nonsense again, acting as if you’ve never seen a man before.”
Manbao remained unfazed by this, her expression unchanged, while Lijun’s face turned a shade redder, and then she looked even more stern, looking as though she wished she could hang a ‘Keep Out’ sign.
So patients needed to take dicine imdiately and have their condition observed.
She then went to get the prescriptions filled, brew the dicine, and also helped Manbao sanitize the used needles, keeping incredibly busy.
The aunt-niece duo worked until the sun began to set, and a gong at the foot of the mountain sounded.
Officers moved about loudly announcing that today’s free clinic session was over, asking everyone to disperse and return ho, and co back to line up tomorrow.
But the majority of patients in line didn’t leave; evidently, they planned on standing their ground overnight.
There were also those who left, but before doing so, they pushed soone else into the queue, ensuring even if they left, it wasn’t for nothing.
The doctors finished up with their current patients—cough, I an they finished their consultations, prescribed dicines, and then had the dicine boys pack up the dicine chests and leave.
This was Manbao’s first ti independently seeing so many patients, and when she began to pack up the items on the table, she felt a bit dazed.
Doctor Ji, the eldest, still had energy to spare.
He glanced at Manbao and smiled, saying, “Tired, aren’t you?
Here’s a dicine packet.
Go ho and use it for a bath.
Tomorrow will be even more exhausting.”
The fatigue of today would manifest in both body and spirit tomorrow, so tomorrow and the day after would be the most difficult.
Once the first three days passed, the following days would be less tough.
Manbao took the dicine packet and asked, “Doctor Ji, how co you’re alright?”
Doctor Ji laughed, “I’m not doing this for the first ti.
Okay, you should go ho now.
I’m old and can’t hold up much longer.”
Shopkeeper Zheng fared worse than both of them, currently getting a rub down and assisted by a dicine boy toward the carriage, saying, “Haven’t had to see patients like this in a long while.
It’s exhausted terribly.”
Daji was waiting with the horse-drawn cart, and after Manbao climbed aboard, he opened a food box in the corner, revealing steaming hot at pies.
Manbao exclaid with a “wow” and grabbed one, asking, “Daji, how did you know we were hungry?”
Manbao handed one to Lijun, took another for herself to nibble on.
Daji smiled and said, “The young master told to go back and get it, but thinking it would take too long, I bought a few at the city gate instead.”
“Where’s Shanbao and the others?”
“They’re at the place where we get dicines.”
Manbao stretched out and sat back with abandon, “Then they’re bound to take a long ti to get here, Daji, do you have any water?”
Daji then passed in a water flask.
After eating their pies and drinking water, as they were almost ready to yawn, Bai Shan and Bai Erlang finally helped Mr.
Zhuang down.
Manbao quickly helped the teacher onto the cart, and Mr.
Zhuang sighed, “Haven’t been this tired in a long ti.”
Manbao hurriedly opened the food box for him to eat a at pie.
Mr.
Zhuang took one and looked at the four people, tired as could be, and smiled, “Not bad, not bad, you seem to have grown up a little.”
The four people: …
In a single day’s work, how much could we possibly grow?
Bai Shan and Bai Erlang were so tired they could hardly lift their arms, having no desire to speak; Zhou Lijun was also tired, hence she did not wish to speak either.
On the contrary, Manbao seed a bit more energetic and began chatting with Mr.
Zhuang in low voices, telling him about the strange diseases and so amusing matters she had witnessed that day.
Mr.
Zhuang quietly nibbled on his at pie, glancing at his eldest disciple and then at the other two, sighing inwardly.
Why on earth had he decided to speak?
Manbao talked the whole way ho and only after arriving did her flow of words show signs of relenting.
She then took out the dicine pack and handed it to Aunt Rong, saying, “Please put it in water and boil it, everyone should have a bath soak tonight.”
Mr.
Zhuang couldn’t help but say, “Finally, you have done sothing befitting a doctor.”
Manbao: “Ah?”
Bai Erlang, with his head hanging, stumbled past her, unable to utter a word.
Bai Shan floated past her, adding, “Talkative!”
Manbao’s eyebrows shot up, but before she could respond, Lijun passed by her side, “Little Miss, are you not tired at all?”
“Tired indeed!” Manbao replied, “Very tired, but being tired doesn’t stop from talking.”
The others demonstrated through their actions that being tired did, in fact, affect one’s desire to speak, as no one had the mood to chat.
After their bath, they all climbed into bed and went to sleep, the night passing without conversation.
The next day when Manbao returned to the charity dical service, she found that the line of patients on her side seed even longer than the day before, and among them were young wives and daughters, heads bowed, blending into the queue.
So of them ca up with their faces covered, and then were pulled into the queue by so elderly won, who left the queue themselves and went to stand at its end.
Manbao instructed soone to heat up so water while she looked on curiously.
Zhou Lijun put down her things and said, “Little Miss, I’ll go and find out what is happening.”
Manbao nodded, “Don’t let anyone cut in line, but if soone has an urgent illness, they may co forward.”
Zhou Lijun agreed and made her way down the line, returning later to report, “Little Miss, I’ve asked around.
Those people are all acquainted, whether they’re soone’s daughters, daughters-in-law, nieces, or nieces-in-law, they’re all family.”
She leaned close to Manbao’s ear and whispered, “Initially, they didn’t want to seek dical advice, but when they heard there was a female doctor and that her dical skills were not bad, they decided to co.
Little Miss, they’re praising your dical expertise.”
Proudly, Manbao lifted her chin and said, “Thank you, I will continue to work even harder.”
Zhou Lijun: “…I’m glad you’re happy, Little Miss.”
Today, the clinic saw an increase in patients of various age groups, and the illnesses beca increasingly complex.
Manbao never felt that it was wrong to seek dical treatnt for illnesses, but after seeing the third young girl, who covered her head with a sack and nearly buried her face in it, speaking so softly she needed to be careful of the n in the nearby dical tents, Manbao had to strain her ears just to hear.
She frowned slightly, stood up decisively, and gestured to two sturdy maids standing by, “Move the table and chairs into the dical tent, I will see patients inside.
Go and fetch a large curtain to cover the entrance of the dical tent.”
The maids hesitated for a mont, then seeing the girl hiding beneath the sack, they quickly curtsied and withdrew.
The other maid stepped forward to help move the table and chairs into the dical tent.
The girl shuffled uneasily.
Manbao then sat back down and cheerfully motioned for her to co in, saying, “Co in and have a seat, we can talk inside.”
The maid who went to fetch the curtains soon returned with two pieces, using stools to secure them at the top of the door.
With a pull of the two curtains, not only the gaze of the n next door was blocked, but also the eyes of the female patients waiting in line were obscured.
The girl, who had been tense, visibly relaxed, speaking louder as she described her condition, and quietly wiped her eyes, saying, “…I don’t know what kind of insect it is, it’s as painful as being burned by fire, and the more I scratch, the more it spreads.
Now my chest is all red, all blistered, I—I’m really scared.”
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