The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 504 - 493 New Year (Added update for book friend "Jin Yi Wei: Rong Rong" with a reward)

Chapter 504: Chapter 493 New Year (Added update for book friend "Jin Yi Wei: Rong Rong" with a reward)

Datou and Second Son very gentlemanly let the girls choose first.

Thus, Daya said, "I like the character ’xin’, as people should keep their promises."

Erya then said, "I want them all, so I’m going to be a gentleman!"

She looked at her cousins and younger brother and asked, "Are you going to fight me for it?"

The brothers shook their heads together. They didn’t want to fight her for it, and even if they did, it wouldn’t be easy.

So Erya called herself Zhou Lijun.

Datou followed by choosing the character ’zhong’, and Second Son picked ’wei’. The two of them felt that, excluding the unruly Erya, they had chosen their characters in a very orderly way, following the order of eldest and second brothers.

Once they had chosen their characters, Mr. Zhuang wrote their names on seven pieces of paper and, after giving them the papers, he said, "Memorize your own names. Whether you can read or not, your name is the first thing you need to remember. From now on in the school, I will call you by your full names."

All the students responded together.

Everyone took their paper and sat back down at their own spot. The new year and the new school year thus began.

The adults and children of the Zhou family took nearly ten days to adapt to this change, which upon closer inspection, wasn’t all that much.

It was just that the morning preparations for breakfast by Junior Ms.Qian shifted from being solely for Manbao to being for all the children in the household.

The amount of grain and flour sent to the school increased, and more vegetables had to be delivered there for free as well.

For the children, the time previously spent on chores was now for studying, and the study time was now for chores.

Before, they would cut grass, weed, wash clothes after getting up in the morning, and after the young aunt returned from school, they would stay at home to read and practice writing...

Now, they went to school in the morning and upon returning home in the afternoon, went to cut grass, weed, do homework, bathe after dinner, and take the opportunity to wash their clothes by the river, neatly avoiding the busy morning hours...

Only Manbao’s schedule hadn’t changed much, but she became even busier; it seemed that now she didn’t need to teach her family how to read anymore, Mr. Zhuang assigned her slightly more homework.

And she inadvertently let something slip to Teacher Mo in the system, resulting in him giving her some more homework as well.

So Manbao was very busy.

With spring in bloom, Manbao started running around the village again to take people’s pulses and collect case records; the adults being examined were happy to extend their arms for her to touch, and after she finished, they would ask, "Manbao, do I have any illness?"

Manbao would earnestly respond, "No illness, no illness. You just need to pay more attention. Eat more meat, eggs, and such to make your body stronger."

This was also one of the reasons why Teacher Mo particularly liked collecting their pulse records. Back in his time, medical advice always entailed eating less greasy, spicy foods...

However, here it was the exact opposite: cook the vegetables with a bit more oil and salt, eat more meat...

In the future, it would be extremely difficult to encounter such patients again, especially such a large number with so much individual variation.

Therefore, Teacher Mo was very interested in their pulse records.

He did want Manbao to draw some blood and such, but not only was this hard to get approved by the system, Manbao herself was unwilling.

Having seen videos of blood being drawn in the learning center, when Manbao saw the blood filling the tube, she felt as if her arm was in pain.

Even though Teacher Mo said that drawing blood doesn’t hurt, she was adamantly skeptical.

The medical books said that vital energy and blood are fundamental; how could it not hurt to draw so much blood?

And even if she were willing to suffer a little for her teacher’s sake to draw a tube of blood, others would definitely not be.

Moreover, she was no longer a child; she understood that some things should not be given away carelessly, otherwise, the things given might not only impact the current world but could have even greater effects on the world beyond.

Whether it be the former or the latter case, as a party involved, she might face punishment.

Especially Keke, if it didn’t supervise properly, it too would face severe punishment.

However, the pulse records could still be provided, so Manbao cheerfully ran around the village, seizing anyone she saw for a pulse examination.

No matter if they were working in the fields, resting by the field edge, or just sitting at their home’s doorstep daydreaming, as soon as Manbao saw them, she would take their pulse and then pull out her notebook from her cloth bag to make a note.

At night, she would send the contents of her notebook via email. Teacher Mo would discuss these pulse records with her, and if there were really issues with the pulse images, Manbao would examine them every day.

The master and disciple would discuss them together; once a diagnosis was confirmed, Manbao would prescribe medicine under Teacher Mo’s guidance.

In fact, the two of them would research together how to create a prescription. In the future, their medicines were not boiled but extracted directly from medicinal herbs for treatment.

So prescribing medicines like a doctor from Manbao’s era was also a first for Teacher Mo.

However, a good thing was that he had many reference prescriptions at his disposal.

After creating a prescription, Manbao would take it to the villagers. Of course, the vast majority of them would accept it with a smile, not taking it seriously. No matter what Manbao said, they all treated it as if a child was playing and even enjoyed teasing her about it.

Only Ms.Chen, Zhou Hu’s wife, would occasionally listen to Manbao, mainly because she had taken medicine prescribed by a city doctor. Although she had survived, she had always been unwell.

Although she could not read, she had Manbao compare two prescriptions and found that the majority of the medicinal ingredients were the same, with only two or three being different. So she decided to try Manbao’s medicine.

She did, and of course, there was no significant improvement, but there was no deterioration either; it was about the same as taking the previous medicine.

Zhou Hu thought about it and, finding the cost of the two prescriptions to be the same, couldn’t be bothered to switch and continued to use Manbao’s prescription.

This was her only patient, at least that’s what Manbao thought.

If she took her own pulse and consumed her own prescribed medicine, wasn’t that her own patient?

So with a responsible attitude towards her patient, Manbao would visit Zhou Hu’s house every day after finishing her homework, perform a series of examinations, and then continue to discuss with Teacher Mo.

Mo Congjun said, "I’ve thought about it for a long time, and perhaps you could try combining massage and acupuncture."

Manbao was surprised, "I’ve only learned medicine for a few years; am I ready to start learning acupuncture?"

Mo Congjun replied, "Didn’t you memorize the acupoints chart? I think you can start learning, and if you’re worried, you can start with massage. With massage, as long as you know the acupoints and apply some strength, that should be enough."

Manbao looked down at her plump hands for a while before emailing Mo Congjun, "Will it work if I have little strength?"

Mo Congjun answered, "Little strength can be trained. Oh, I have a humanoid model to measure strength. I’ll send you one; since your current patient is female, I’ll mail a female model. When it arrives, have your system record it and send me the data on strength. We’ll first experiment on the model and, once confirmed, then use it on an actual person."