Although Su Qingluan was a "regular customer", Song Bo still brought hot tea and snacks to Su Qingluan. Song Bo happened to hear what she said just now when he opened the door and came in.
But Su Qingluan behaved very calmly - after all, even if she wanted to prevent anyone from eavesdropping, Song Bo would definitely not be included among these people. On the contrary, it was Song Bo who was guarding outside to prevent other "uninvited guests" from entering rashly.
Songbo put the refreshments and hot tea he was holding on the table in front of Su Qingluan, and asked curiously: "Ms. Su, are you serious? Such a thin piece of paper can record yesterday's pulse diagnosis." Record the entire content?”
It’s really no wonder that Songbo was skeptical—in fact, he was dubious.
Reason told Songbo that as long as Su Qingluan said she could do something, she would definitely be able to do it and would never talk in vain. The fact is that Su Qingluan has proven this to him countless times since he met this little girl.
But Songbo was with Mu Xingzhi from beginning to end yesterday, and naturally he completely watched the whole process of Mu Xingzhi asking Na Wen Po to see the doctor and then doing his own consultation.
And because Sun Guixiang's condition was not stable at the beginning, Mu Xingzhi changed two or three types of treatment methods.
Can such a huge amount of information really be explained by just a few lines of words on that thin piece of paper - although these words are considered densely packed?
Su Qingluan smiled mysteriously when he heard this. He didn't make any guarantees at first, but sold it off: "How about this? As a direct participant in yesterday's pulse diagnosis, Mu Xingzhi naturally understood what diagnosis and treatment was done, and started What prescriptions did you get? On the other hand, I know nothing about these medical skills."
Song Bo nodded: Judging from Su Qingluan's usual words and deeds, it seems that she does not have any involvement in medical skills.
"In that case, how about I ask you two to take a look?" Su Qingluan looked at the piece of paper.
"What are you looking at?" Song Bo didn't understand.
"Let's see how much information I can restore about the whole process of yesterday's pulse diagnosis and treatment." Just talking without practicing the fake skills, how much information can be recorded by this kind of shorthand recording, you have to actually experience it once. The other party has a more objective and clear understanding.
Su Qingluan said this and looked at Song Bo: "Please help me prepare some pen and paper."
Song Bo nodded and quickly brought over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Su Qingluan mentioned.
Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi: "My hand will break after writing so many words. How about you help me?" As he said that, he handed the brush to Mu Xingzhi who was drinking tea beside him. Of.
When Songbo heard this and was about to take over the job of "ghostwriting", Mu Xingzhi had already picked up the pen from Shanruliu, and then looked up at Su Qingluan: "In that case, please Qingluan grind the ink for me."
When Song Bo saw this, he said nothing and turned around and went out.
Su Qingluan nodded, and then began to grind the ink stick with water in the inkstone. While moving his wrist back and forth, he sighed: "Can't this ink stick be placed in water and open automatically, or can it just use ink?"
Of course, Su Qingluan knew that if it were modern ink that had a refreshing fragrance without a strong ink smell, it would definitely not be possible to develop this production process now, because making ink sticks requires gum, and good quality ink Ink stick glue comes from animals, so it naturally has some inherent odor.
After all, it is a bit fanciful to imagine that additives can be used to correct the taste, so she just said that.
On the other hand, Mu Xingzhi said a little helplessly: "Studying ink is an elegant and meditative thing, so how come it has become a problem in Qingluan's mouth?"
Su Qingluan said: "Those aristocratic children who don't have to worry about food and clothing naturally need to pursue elegance. For country girls like me who still need to run for a living, naturally everything is the best if it is easy to use. Ink The smell is very smoky, but it is easy to use. In my opinion, it is better than ink sticks and ink sticks."
"So, in Qingluan's opinion, there is something bad about it?"
"This is natural," Su Qingluan took the ink stick in his hand, "This ink stick is a square piece. After drying, it can be placed anywhere. If it is ink, a special container must be used to hold it. If you accidentally spill it, it will be everywhere and you have to clean it up, which is very troublesome.”
After making some casual remarks, it was finally time to get down to business. So Su Qingluan recalled the medical records that she had read countless times in her previous life, selected the contents that could be compiled into information, and began to recount them to Mu Xingzhi one by one.
"The first thing is the patient's basic condition. This is not the content of yesterday's pulse diagnosis. Uninstall it here."
"Why do you want to make an ink dot here?" Mu Xingzhi asked, looking at the pause after the "one" that Su Qingluan asked him to write before.
Su Qingluan then remembered that there were no punctuation marks in this era, only the so-called "sentence reading", which means sentence fragmentation, and it was completely different from punctuation marks in the modern sense.
This is another big project, and Su Qingluan is not very interested in teaching Chinese language knowledge to primary schools, so he just said vaguely: "Oh, this is to make the word '一' look more eye-catching." Then he said vaguely. She asked Mu Xingzhi to write Sun Guixiang's age and name in this part.
Since the specific weight was not measured, Su Qingluan could only judge based on the impression of Sun Guixiang's body shape.
Later, I realized that there was no way to estimate the body shape of a pregnant woman alone, so I had no choice but to give up.
As for issues such as blood type, although they were also "basic situations", it was obvious that Su Qingluan had no way of knowing, so he simply didn't say anything.
Next, Su Qingluan originally wanted to sort out the information in the medical records according to "chief complaint", "current history", "past history", etc., but thought that this would not only require Mu Xingzhi to explain what these words mean, but also not necessarily In line with people's habit of reading "medical records" in this era, Su Qingluan simply decided to sort out Sun Guixiang's symptoms one by one in chronological order, as well as the corresponding measures Mu Xingzhi took after hearing the symptoms.
At the beginning, although Mu Xingzhi felt that since Su Qingluan could speak for sure, he could still roughly recount the corresponding process of pulse diagnosis.
But as the recording progressed, he was secretly surprised: Not to mention the process of diagnosing the pulse, even what prescriptions he prescribed, what symptoms Sun Guixiang had, what measures Wen Po took, etc., Su Qingluan actually recorded everything clearly. Chu!
The more he listened to Su Qingluan restore the information in the "Book of Heaven", the more he felt that the amount of information that these simple lines could carry was really amazing!
Su Qingluan held the shorthand paper and spoke slowly, while Mu Xingzhi wrote slowly. By the time Su Qingluan "translated" the last word, Mu Xingzhi had already written densely on five pieces of paper, and more than half of the sixth piece had been written.
Su Qingluan put down the piece of paper and looked at Mu Xingzhi next to him: "How is it? Is there any key information missing?"
