All of Su Qingluan's attention was now focused on her sister. Her heart was burning, and she was thinking that no matter what she could do, she could temporarily stop her sister from being so uncomfortable. Therefore, she did not notice at this time that Mu Xingzhi looked at her with eyes full of inquiry and contemplation.
She said without thinking: "Trust, why don't you trust me? You added so much Coptis chinensis to me before. I went to Huichun Hall to ask why the prescription tasted so different from that of another friend who had a cold. The doctor said this Although the prescription tastes hard to swallow, it is very symptomatic. I don’t believe that a person with little medical skills would dare to change the prescription at will."
After all, traditional Chinese medicine involves dozens or even dozens of medicines that are compatible with each other every time. If the original prescription is changed without authorization, the effect of the medicine will be weakened or disappear. If it kills someone, it will not be fun.
Therefore, even charlatans who pretend to be "apricot sages who specialize in treating difficult and complicated diseases" never dare to change existing prescriptions at will.
They either use things like "carrot water" and "wood water" that are "of no use and have no harm" to deceive the big business, and just wait for the few people who "just happen" to get better on their own or because of psychological factors. Those who get the results will give them money; or they can prescribe some "Shiquan Dabu Decoction" with mild medicinal properties. Normal people will basically have some benefits after taking it, and there will be no big problems.
Therefore, Mu Xingzhi, even if it was just for a prank, could change the prescription at will and still be sure to cure the disease, which shows his level of medical skills.
After listening to Su Qingluan's words, Mu Xingzhi smiled inexplicably and said lightly: "Bring your sister over and let me take a look - in addition, I have to ask Qingluan to help me put up the door bolt of the yard. "
Su Qingluan carefully handed her sister over to Mu Xingzhi. When she looked back, she realized that Mu Xingzhi was sitting in a wheelchair. He was holding on to a machine expander near the ground next to the wooden bolt to pull the wooden bolt completely.
And if you want to put the peg back, you must stand up.
So Su Qingluan really needs to do this job. However, since it is so inconvenient to move, Songbo should be the one to do this, right? Where did Songbo go?
This doubt only flashed through Su Qingluan's mind for a moment, and her mind returned to her sister. Hurrying to bolt the door again, Su Qingluan quickly followed Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair, watching helplessly as Mu Xingzhi carried his sister over, turned the wheelchair with one hand and walked slowly into the main room.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan quickly ran over to help him push the wheelchair. This was the first time she really helped Mu Xingzhi push the wheelchair by herself. If she didn't push, she wouldn't know. If she pushed, she would be startled.
In her previous life, Su Qingluan herself was in a wheelchair. Before she was too weak to walk, she had already started making money through e-commerce. Then when she relapsed for the first time, she bought herself an electric car. Wheelchairs save a lot of care costs in disguise.
So she just heard that the completely manual old-fashioned wheelchair is not so effortless to push, especially on such a relatively smooth ground.
Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair is made of heavy solid wood, which is definitely more bulky than modern materials with lighter structures.
So even though Su Qingluan is not delicate and has improved a lot before, she wasted a lot of energy on the way holding her sister in her arms, so pushing the wheelchair was quite strenuous.
Mu Xingzhi sighed helplessly: "You hold my sister, and I will push the wheelchair myself."
Arriving at the front hall of the main room, Mu Xingzhi asked Su Qingluan to place Su Xueyan on the Arhat bed with a low coffee table in the middle. Although the two sides of this Arhat bed are only tilted enough for an adult to lie on it, far from being able to lie flat on it, Su Xueyan is a child over three years old, and her stature is far smaller than that of an adult, but it can still be accommodated.
During this time, Mu Xingzhi lit all the candlesticks in the corner of the hall. Soon, the main room, which was originally almost dark, with only the dim moonlight coming through the window lattice and doorway, was lit up with flickering and dim candlelight.
"Please forgive my poor hospitality, I won't prepare tea." Mu Xingzhi rolled the wheelchair next to Su Xueyan and began to diagnose her pulse.
Su Qingluan naturally didn't care whether there was tea or not. She nodded casually in agreement and stared at her sister's little face that was extra rosy due to fever.
Of course, she didn't dare to ask anything, or even take a breath. Because Su Qingluan had heard that whether it was diagnosing the pulse or listening to the patient's breath sounds, the environment should be kept quiet.
So she breathed very softly, fearing that if she breathed a little louder, Mu Xingzhi would miss something and affect her sister's treatment.
Compared with Su Qingluan's side, whose nerves were so tense that they wanted to tighten into a straight line, Mu Xingzhi's side seemed not to be aware of Su Qingluan's condition at all, and continued to move slowly and unhurriedly.
She first looked at Su Xueyan's face and lower eyelids, and then asked Su Qingluan what the little girl had eaten and done all day.
Su Qingluan seemed to be answering the teacher's questions in class in a serious manner, not daring to be careless or joking at all.
Mu Xingzhi nodded and began to diagnose Su Xueyan's pulse.
Su Qingluan watched him hold his left wrist for a long time, then changed his right wrist, and then looked at Su Qingluan.
At this time, Su Qingluan felt the anxiety of the patient's family members, and asked cautiously: "How is it?"
Mu Xingzhi talked about the jargon of traditional Chinese medicine such as "exogenous wind and cold" and "convulsions with reversal". Seeing Su Qingluan's expression as if he was listening to a book from heaven, he thought for a while and used the more popular folk saying of "exogenous wind and evil". The statement was said again.
...Then Su Qingluan still looked like he was listening to the book from heaven.
I really can't blame her. In Su Qingluan's previous life of more than 20 years, even the experience of dealing with hospitals in those years was basically Western medicine procedures, and what he was instilled in was Western medicine ideas.
As for traditional Chinese medicine, most of it still exists in "folk remedies", "folklore" and "TV dramas". Therefore, whether it is official or folk terminology of traditional Chinese medicine, Su Qingluan understands all the six orifices - but knows nothing!
After time travel, she basically had contact with traditional Chinese medicine as a "patient", and patients did not need to know in too much detail what decoctions they drank.
Therefore, although Su Qingluan has traveled through time for a while, he has no idea about the folk conventions of this era regarding certain drugs and medical treatments.
When Mu Xingzhi saw Su Qingluan in such a confused state, his expression was hard to describe.
Su Qingluan felt that the other person looked at her with a look that looked like a retarded person who "doesn't even understand basic common sense that children know."
In order to show that his IQ was at the normal level, Su Qingluan explained with difficulty: "Well... Actually, I told you before that when I returned to Huaxi Village, I accidentally fell into the water and lost my memory, so..."
Mu Xingzhi waved his hand casually, turned the wheelchair back to the inner room, and said, "Just look at my sister, I'll get the needle." Su Qingluan was left alone.
Su Qingluan was a little stunned: Get a needle? do what? It can’t be embroidery, right?
