"Mr. Lin, what is this..." The patient was puzzled.
"This is my senior sister. I’m bringing her here just to let her gain experience in diagnosing." Lin Miao explained as he was already writing a prescription.
"Take this prescription to the designated pharmacy to buy the dicine. Follow my instructions and take the dicine, three doses at most will cure you."
"Do I need to co back again?"
"No need, coming back will just cost more money and waste ti, it’s unnecessary." Lin Miao said with a smile. It’s just a common gastrointestinal discomfort causing diarrhea. There’s no need to co again.
Ordinary people don’t have that many severe diseases or complicated conditions. They are usually mild symptoms, like headaches, fevers, or diarrhea from eating sothing bad.
These can be resolved with the correct dication, typically taking two to three doses will lead to recovery.
Patients were called in one by one and soon ca out.
As long as the patient cooperates, diagnosing and prescribing dicine can be very quick.
Each patient usually takes no more than half a cup of tea’s ti, and those who are quick just sit down and take a sip of water. This speed in diagnosing is astonishing.
Mr. Jia was a bit dazed; if one works diligently, a hundred or eighty patients can be seen in half a day, and all the prescriptions given are very precise.
Wan Bin is lucky indeed to have discovered such a talent.
"Mr. Lin, I’m feeling uncomfortable all over, have a headache, and no strength..." A robust man of seven feet walked in, looking sluggish and weakly saying.
Lin Miao asked him to show his tongue for examination, frowned slightly, and looked at his muscular build, rough, large hands, and thick, dark skin, wearing not much despite it being winter.
"Brother, what do you do?" Lin Miao suspected sothing and asked.
"I’m a blacksmith."
Lin Miao understood. No wonder, in this cold winter, soone would show ’heatstroke’ symptoms; only working in high-temperature environnts would this be possible, such as blacksmithing and slting.
Checked his pulse, which was floating, thin, soft, noticeable with light touch, not obvious with heavy touch, a typical heatstroke pulse.
"You are suffering from heatstroke, I’ll write you a prescription. Take it and rest for these few days, don’t go blacksmithing." Lin Miao directly said. "Senior sister, you try checking the pulse too."
Sun Youwei extended her delicate fingers, checked the man’s pulse, compared it with a heatstroke pulse, nodded, and agreed with Lin Miao’s judgnt.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin." The man accepted the prescription and left, grateful.
A patient ca in, accompanied by a mother with a young girl.
"Mr. Lin, my child has been coughing for several days, we’ve visited several physicians but none could help and she took a lot of dicine..."
"Don’t worry, Madam, let take a look." Lin Miao reassured, examined the girl’s tongue coating, inquired about the coughing, and finally checked the pulse.
"Senior sister, help listen to the little lady’s lungs." Lin Miao instructed. Although the patient is a young girl, gender distinctions should be respected. It was appropriate for his senior sister or Xia Zhu to do this task.
"Junior brother, there’s rales in the lungs."
Lin Miao nodded; the prolonged coughing had developed into pneumonia.
The tongue coating was thin and white, pulse floating and thin, initially caused by a cold, but dragged on, resulting in insufficient lung yin, inner generation of deficiency heat, loss of lung moisture descending, leading to coughing.
Lin Miao contemplated a bit, prescribed Lung Nourishing and Clearing Decoction for the mother.
"Madam, after you purchase the dicine, co back, and I’ll examine the herbs before you take them ho to brew." Lin Miao instructed after writing the prescription.
"Alright, Mr. Lin."
"Junior brother, why is that?"
"Certain herbs, when processed differently, have different effects. Although I’ve prescribed the dicine, if what she buys isn’t processed the way I intended, the brewed decoction’s effect will differ." Lin Miao explained.
"Father used to say this too, that different processing thods yield different properties, but the dicine you prescribed didn’t seem special?" Sun Youwei comnted on Lin Miao’s prescription.
"The raw licorice I wrote differs from regular licorice; I need the root and tuber. If the prescription is taken as regular licorice, the effect naturally differs. There’s also raw and cooked rehmannia..." Lin Miao explained.
Sun Youwei was amazed. She had only heard of raw rehmannia, but cooked rehmannia was new to her.
What was said without intention, yet heard with intent.
The conversation between Lin Miao and Sun Youwei in the consultation room was inadvertently overheard by Guan Biyun, who was at the door preparing to knock.
She was greatly shaken inside, as she was an expert in herbal processing, yet heard sothing unknown that could alter the properties of rehmannia.
And it ca from the mouth of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, almost without any hesitation, spoken fluently.
His thod, which Guan Biyun, an expert in processing herbs, hadn’t heard of, left her amazed.
This young physician seems to exceed even Wan Bin’s description by far.
Knock knock!
"Please co in."
"It’s Master Guan, what brings you here..." Seeing Guan Biyun enter, Lin Miao and Sun Youwei stood up together.
"I’m here to check your diagnosis registration and prescriptions after the patients in the morning session." Guan Biyun explained.
Supervisors don’t interfere with Lin Miao’s diagnosis and prescription, but they do check the registration and prescriptions after the diagnosis session ends.
Typically, prescriptions are recorded for future reference.
"Oh, of course, senior sister." Lin Miao nodded, all prescriptions were crafted by Lin Miao himself, necessary as it should be done personally, but recording and noting the prescriptions doesn’t need to be personally done.
"Well done, Mr. Lin, you’re quick in diagnosis and precise in prescription, your dical skills are truly impressive. At your age, I’m afraid I couldn’t even identify all the herbs." Guan Biyun flipped through, nodded with satisfaction.
"Thank you for your kind praise, Master Guan."
"I overheard your knowledge on herb processing from outside just now. May I test you: how many ways can licorice be processed?"
"This..." Lin Miao hesitated, not because of lack of knowledge, but there are nurous processing thods for licorice: roast and char, lightly fry, wine-soaked and steam then roast, salt roast, wrapped in paper vinegar-soaked roast, gallbladder juice soak and roast, oil soak and roast, wrap in yellow mud to roast, bran fry, ginger juice fry, wine fry, and most importantly honey roast.
Such a variety, he feared stating all at once might be overwhelming for Guan Biyun.
"No worries, just say what you know, as much as you can." Guan Biyun encouraged kindly, like a benevolent elder to a younger generation.
"Then, as you permit, I’ll speak." Lin Miao obliged and listed out over a dozen processing thods.
As he ntioned one processing thod after another, Guan Biyun’s smile gradually faded, her expression turned solemn.
Several thods were unheard of to her, leaving uncertainty about the application after processing licorice in those ways?
Wasn’t this rather awkward for her?
Where did this extraordinary youngster co from, knowing no bounds?
Lien Yurou beside her listened in awe; was it possible even her master was unfamiliar with these processing thods?
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