The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 323 - 312: Doctor of Medicine

Chapter 323: Chapter 312: Doctor of Medicine

Manbao naturally listened to the adults’ advice and secured her sleeves, but the awn of grain was prickly, and since she wasn’t skilled at the work, even with her sleeves tied down to her wrists, the backs of her hands, palms, and fingers were still getting scratched.

At the time, she didn’t feel it, but by the time she noticed, her hands were already burning. When she looked down, she found many red marks.

Junior Ms.Qian felt so distressed watching this, but she didn’t have a solution. These types of red marks would heal after scabbing over and falling off, and no one had ever considered treating them.

So following her experience, she dipped Manbao’s hands into the chilly well water to clean them before going over to help with cooking at Zhou Hu’s home.

There were many people helping out at Zhou Hu’s home today, and a meal was definitely in order, but with Ms.Chen still bedridden, it could only be the neighboring women who went to assist.

Unluckily, Zhou Hu’s neighbors on all sides were his own aunts and uncles, who had not helped with the field work and therefore were unlikely to offer help in the yard either.

Thus, Junior Ms.Qian took Ms.He with her to help out.

Junior Ms.Qian’s cooking was always quick and delicious.

Zhou Hu gave some money to Dafu, instructing him and his brothers Datou and Second Son to go to the market to buy some meat.

Dafu seldom went to the market, and when he did, it was always with his parents, so this experience of buying meat with money was completely new to him, and he was very nervous about it.

Zhou Hu was also worried about his son getting lost on the road, which is why he had asked Datou and Second Son to accompany him.

By contrast, Datou and Second Son’s experience with such matters was plentiful; going to the market was as familiar to them as visiting their grandmother’s house. They would run ahead, chasing one another while playfully pulling at the flowers and grass alongside the road.

Manbao, however, did not like staying at Zhou Hu’s home to eat. She preferred going home to eat with her mother, so after squeezing in to check on Sanshou by the bed, she wanted to head home.

Ms.Chen was breathing much more easily now, at least now when she talked, she was not gasping for breath. She took Manbao’s hand and smiled, "What’s the rush? Stay here and chat with Ersan and Sanshou. Haven’t you always gotten along well with Ersan?"

Manbao looked down to see Sanshou’s round eyes gazing at her and smiled, "I have to go home to do my homework, but Sanshou is so cute."

Ms.Chen looked down at him and smiled, "Yes, he looks much better."

The redness on Sanshou’s body had faded, and perhaps because he had been drinking sheep’s milk, he always had a faint scent of milk on him.

Anyone who saw the fair and tender child with a milky fragrance would like him.

Unable to resist, Manbao gently touched his little face with the pad of her finger.

Ms.Chen watched and smiled.

Confronted with her smiling gaze, Manbao couldn’t help but feel moved and excitedly said, "Sister-in-law Hu, can I take your pulse for you?"

Ms.Chen was slightly startled, "Manbao can diagnose illnesses too?"

"I’m learning," Manbao replied. "Almost there, nearly there."

With that, she took Ms.Chen’s hand and began to take her pulse.

Ms.Chen let her feel for her pulse with a smile and asked, "Who are you learning from?"

"I’m learning from books on my own."

Ms.Chen couldn’t help but laugh softly, but she didn’t say anything and let her feel her pulse.

Manbao felt the pulse for a while, then closed her eyes to concentrate better.

In the past, she didn’t understand why Manager Zheng and others would slightly close their eyes when taking a patient’s pulse, but now she did.

When she closed her eyes and calmed her mind, her ears became more sensitive. At that time, feeling the patient’s pulse – the thumping feeling – was more distinct, and she could hear even more.

Manbao felt Ms.Chen’s pulse, moving from her right hand to her left.

Ms.Chen then asked with a smile, "Did you discover anything?"

Manbao said solemnly, "Sister-in-law Hu, your pulse is even weaker than my mother’s."

Ms.Chen smiled, "That’s natural..."

After all, Ms.Qian could walk around and do some light work, but she dared not move too much herself.

Manbao scratched her face, "Qi and blood deficiency?"

Ms.Chen smiled and nodded; after losing so much blood during childbirth, she naturally suffered from a deficiency of qi and blood. Previously, the doctor had said she might not survive because the blood loss was too severe...

Yet people are truly amazing; when you are determined not to die, you somehow hang on to that last breath, and then slowly, gradually, you begin to recover.

Ms.Chen, however, felt a bit worried that she might have to be like Ms.Qian in the future, unable to do heavy work, confined to doing house chores for a lifetime.

But Ms.Chen was very content.

Zhou Hu was content too.

An alive wife was certainly better than a deceased one.

After taking Ms.Chen’s pulse, Manbao happily returned home.

When she arrived, she took her mother’s pulse and noted down the sensations from both individuals in her journal, deciding to ask her teacher in the Calligraphy School later that night.

Separated by a system and a library, the future teacher who was instructing Manbao was even more astonished.

Though he was a doctorate in medicine and taught in a school, the course Manbao was currently listening to was about the history of ancient medicine.

He mostly lectured on history rather than medical techniques, talking about orthopedics, gynecology, and more about their historical development, how ancient people diagnosed and prescribed medication.

Then one day, he received an email, which, to his surprise, contained a diagnosis based on the premise of ancient technological capabilities, oh, and it had now progressed to having specific cases.

It was the year 600 of the Duxing calendar, who would still have deficiencies in qi and blood?

Oh, there were still some cases; it must be due to staying up all night gaming, excessively depleting one’s life force. It seems that the two cases might be buying used gaming pods that possibly no longer had the functions to monitor body conditions, isolate consciousness automatically, and enforce rest.

But the pulse readings didn’t seem quite right, and her records of inspection, auscultation, interrogation indicated that one case was caused by a severe hemorrhage from childbirth.

How could that be?

Could it be that some doctors deliberately concealed the patients’ conditions, beguiling them into maternal gestation?

But that couldn’t be possible either, as even if one could temporarily deceive, the medical robots at the patient’s home should have detected the inconsistency during the gestation process...

The medical doctor felt like he was losing his hair from thinking so hard, and then he checked the IP of the questioner. This investigation was so shocking that his eyes nearly popped out.

It wasn’t from someone in their interstellar community!!!

The doctorate in medicine almost jumped three feet high.

Their central Star Alliance system managed a subsidiary system that traversed wormholes to various worlds, searching for things that could benefit the development of their Star Alliance.

This included not just books capturing the intelligence of sentient beings, but also minerals, plants, animals, and various other things.

Their library and marketplace were directly linked into the subsidiary system as rewards.

This was no secret, as they were constantly benefiting from it.

For example, a mineral discovered twelve years ago advanced their mech defenses and, at the same time, those with systems in other worlds were always able to obtain various items from them.

Among them, some of the most visionary individuals would learn their technology through the subsidiary system, technology that far surpassed their own.

There were also those who learned medical techniques, but none who learned ancient medicine.

Nonsense, with today’s technology, who needs hands for diagnosis? Just put a person into the scanning chamber, and what’s wrong with them is instantly clear.

But now there was someone, and the doctor guessed that her world must have lagging technology, hence her choice of this ancient medical art.

As a result, there must be countless disease cases there, oh my, what a treasure he found.

The doctorate in medicine grinned like a crook, no longer bluntly sending videos but sent out a text filled with smiles, like an old man, a child trafficker ready to lure children away.

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