Doctor Hu assigned some simple and common cases to Eucommia ulmoides and Xiao Sun, and then pulled Shen Qingqian aside with a thick stack of cases.
"Girl, these are serious and strange diseases that I have encountered over the past decades. Let's study them carefully and see if we can extract some useful ones and compile them into a book."
Ordinarily, these people should be called newly recruited disciples, but Eucommia ulmoides has just started and has a weak foundation; Xiao Sun is not talented enough, and it is probably not easy for him to understand, so he decided to study with Shen Qingqian first.
Shen Qingqian took it and flipped through a few pages, gaining a deeper understanding of Dr. Hu.
Some of these cases were cured by him, while others were not, but he recorded them all carefully.
Many doctors are actually reluctant to record cases that they have not cured. Most of them do research in private and only write down the results when they have results.
And judging from the yellowing of these case manuscripts, Dr. Hu must have read them frequently.
"Let's not look at those who have been cured. Girl, let's take a look at this case..." Dr. Hu pulled out the bottom piece of paper and pointed it to Shen Qingqian, "I had clearly cured his trauma at that time, and The pulse showed no abnormalities in his internal organs, but this man passed away a month after recovering from his external injuries. What do you think happened?"
Shen Qingqian's hand paused, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Did he ask you for Guomai before he passed away?"
"Yes, I saw him the day before he died. Apart from weak qi and blood, there was nothing else." This was the strangest patient he had ever encountered in his life.
Shen Qingqian pursed her lips and asked again, "Does this person have a small amount of assets in his family, and does he have many wives, concubines, and heirs?"
The medical record stated that this person was a 48-year-old man, and that the trauma was caused by a knife accidentally stabbed by a child at home.
"How do you know?" Doctor Hu was stunned, thinking that Shen Qingqian knew this person, but think about it, this girl was not born yet, how could she know him?
Shen Qingqian said lightly: "Then this person's death was not caused by illness."
She didn't bother to say anything extra. It was just the result of the secrets of the back house. In the final analysis, it was the man's own problem.
When Dr. Hu heard this, he said "Ah" and his mind couldn't turn around. Until he saw the expression on Shen Qingqian's face, he suddenly had an epiphany and slapped his head suddenly, "That's it!"
He was so confused that he hadn't figured it out for so many years. It was really... a blinding eye!
Shen Qingqian saw the annoyance on his face and smiled: "You have always been devoted to studying medicine. I didn't expect it to be reasonable. Moreover, I guess this family must have handled this person's funeral very decently, and there was no trouble in their family afterwards." Trouble is coming.”
"I told you everything!" Dr. Hu really had to accept it. This girl's ability to associate is really strong, and she was right in speaking.
After that person's funeral was settled decently, the legitimate son and concubine of the family separated their families in the second year, and they were brothers and sisters without causing any trouble.
Shen Qingqian curled her lips, not wanting to waste time on this topic. She pulled out a piece of paper seemingly casually, "Mr. Hu, in my opinion, this case is more worthy of our study..."
In ancient times, due to conditions, there was no systematic research on the complications caused by some traumas. This case just covers the common situations.
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After staying in Dr. Hu's courtyard for a whole day, Shen Qingqian returned to Mr. Qin's small courtyard at midnight.
Pushing open the courtyard door, Shen Qingqian looked up and saw a familiar figure standing in the courtyard with his back to her.
"Why are you here? Didn't you agree to meet again tomorrow morning?"
