The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 505 - 494 Anthropomorphic Mold

Chapter 505: Chapter 494 Anthropomorphic Mold

When Manbao received a "corpse," she was quite frightened, but it was only after Keke said it wasn’t a real person, but rather an anthropomorphic model, that she extended a finger to poke the "corpse." It felt fleshy and was even warm to the touch, just like a living person.

Manbao’s eyes widened.

She had always been brave, so after squatting and examining the "corpse" for a while, she stepped forward and touched it—it really was almost like touching a live person.

She reached towards its chest, and with a gasp, she leaped backward, nearly tumbling under the bed. She said in a slightly panicked voice, "There’s a heartbeat."

"I told you it’s a modelled person. Except for not having consciousness, it’s nearly identical to a real human. There should be a control screen at the back of the model’s head with various selectable modes; you can take a look."

Manbao flipped the model over, only to find that it was unexpectedly heavy. She forcefully turned it around, parted its hair, and sure enough, there was a screen at the back of its head displaying various captions. She pondered over it for quite some time before understanding that the model was currently in healthy mode.

Curious, she tapped the screen, accidentally selecting the cardiac arrest mode. The model, previously with a heartbeat, suddenly stopped, and its complexion even turned pale.

Manbao’s eyes widened, and in a frantic effort to restore the model, she inadvertently switched it to stroke mode. The model, which had its eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them, and its mouth quickly twisted, shaking all over...

Manbao: ...

Keke: ...

Under Keke’s guidance, Manbao eventually managed to return it to normal. She was now certain that it was indeed a model, very similar to a toy.

It’s just that this toy looked too much like a person.

Manbao studied it for a while, then followed Teacher Mo’s tutorial to massage it. Keke would record her technique, and the model recorded the force applied, to be later sent to Teacher Mo.

Mo Congjun was also eager to know to what extent his student had learned, so he waited early and immediately opened the video upon receiving the email. He planned to first watch her technique, then analyze the force data.

But what appeared in the video was not only the familiar model but also a wooden bed only seen in museums.

And a pair of Little Fatty hands.

Although those hands seemed a bit chubby, it was undeniable they were small. Mo Congjun, who was medically trained himself, couldn’t see the person doing the massage, but he could roughly estimate the person’s age just by their hands.

His eyes widened in amazement, and he quickly pulled up the force data.

Mo Congjun fell silent, recalling he had never asked his apprentice her age; although from their daily interactions, he had guessed she was female, he didn’t realize she was so young.

This was a good thing, but it also had its drawbacks.

Mo Congjun quickly weighed the pros and cons and decided to verify her age. So he sent an email asking, "Zhou Man, I’ve forgotten to ask how old you are this year?"

Manbao thought about it and decided to report her nominal age, so she said, "I’m eleven years old!"

Mo Congjun was skeptical. Although this was within the age range he had estimated, something still seemed off, so he asked, "Really eleven? Are you developmentally delayed, or is it due to poor health? Your hands seem rather small."

Manbao could only reply, "Nominal age."

In the future, no one would calculate nominal age, but Mo Congjun was aware that ancient humans had this custom and, owing to the popularity of various historical dramas, he vaguely knew that nominal age could be considered in two different ways. So he asked, "By one year or two years?"

Manbao bit her index finger and replied, "Two years."

Mo Congjun: ...

What a surprise and delight.

Mo Congjun couldn’t help but smile. He said, "Little girl, you’re too young for massage. Let’s start with acupuncture instead, beginning tonight."

"But I don’t have needles."

"Go buy some." Mo Congjun paused before asking, "You aren’t out of money, are you?"

"I have money, but no time."

"What’s keeping a nine-year-old so busy?"

"Busy, yeah, I’m really busy."

Despite saying this, Manbao still asked Zhou Wulang to help her buy a set of needles from the pharmacy when he went to town.

A set of needles wasn’t cheap because a set comprised a packet with various sizes and lengths of needles.

This was very delicate merchandise, so it wasn’t inexpensive, costing one tael per set. Fortunately, Manbao had given him silver ingots, or else she might not have managed to purchase them.

Because the items were valuable, Zhou Wulang was particularly curious and hovered in Manbao’s room, watching her withdraw the needles from the packet and recognizing the types according to a book.

Once she had mastered them, Zhou Wulang stretched out a hand toward her, "Come on, can you do acupuncture? Try it on me."

"Fifth Brother, are you ill?"

"Not sick; I just figured with the needles being so expensive, I should be the first to get pricked."

"..." Manbao slapped his hand away, saying, "I’m not pricking without disease, and besides, I haven’t learned it yet. What if I make a mistake? Just go away."

"How will you learn if you don’t practice on people?" Zhou Wulang asked anxiously, "You’re not planning to practice on yourself, are you?"

Manbao replied confidently, "Don’t worry, Fifth Brother, I can learn even without practising on myself. I’ll start with the dummy."

"What dummy?"

Manbao covered her mouth guiltily, "A paper dummy."

"Ah—so it’s your acupuncture chart?"

Manbao nodded repeatedly and finally managed to deal with Zhou Wulang.

It was only when the night was dead quiet that Manbao began to search for acupuncture points on the anthropomorphic model, needle in hand...

Medical skills do not happen overnight. Even though Manbao had memorized the acupuncture chart, actually finding the points was not so easy, let alone inserting needles into them.

Although the anthropomorphic model was very human-like, it couldn’t tell Manbao how it felt.

Manbao didn’t know whether the insertion caused pain, soreness, swelling, or no sensation at all.

And it seemed Teacher Mo had no practical experience with acupuncture himself. He was rich in theoretical knowledge, but that was limited to theory; he only practiced fluently on the anthropomorphic model.

If experimenting on his own body counted, he was quite skilled with that as well.

In any case, he recorded several acupuncture lessons and sent them to Manbao’s inbox, instructing her on how to properly use acupuncture for healing.

Well, although he lacked practical experience, he did have historical experience, didn’t he?

All of this was derived from medical texts passed down through the ages.

Under such a teaching model, Manbao punctured the anthropomorphic model full of holes, but it was useful because, after a night, it would recover as if nothing had happened by the next day.

According to Keke, it was a medical teaching model made of self-healing materials.

In this way, Manbao spent her days at school and playing, while at night, she immersed herself in the world of medicine.

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