The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 631 - 620 Voice Input

Chapter 631: Chapter 620 Voice Input

Manbao extinguished the lamp and, after lowering the mosquito net, lay down on the bed. She transferred the pulse cases she remembered today to the system and then opened her mailbox to start typing.

There was no way around it, she had no privileges in this matter, Keke couldn’t help her, and she was reluctant to send her original manuscript to Teacher Mo. After all, mailing it would cost her postage, and wouldn’t she have to copy it again for her records?

So it was still better to send it via email, which would save on postage and be faster than making a handwritten copy, as if she was reviewing it.

Seeing her struggle with typing, Keke suggested, "Have you considered using voice input?"

Manbao stopped her hands. Although this was the first time she had heard of this term, she quickly grasped its meaning from the name and asked, "Why have you never mentioned this before?"

"Host, the voice input button is right underneath the mailbox. It’s something you’re supposed to explore on your own. Plus, you wouldn’t have wanted to use it before, as you said that chatting with Teacher Mo and Doctor D would help deepen your understanding of characters," Keke replied.

When writing emails, Manbao had always used her fingers as if they were a brush, which was why she had been able to recognize characters faster than Bai Shan from a young age and also why she could write faster than him.

Chatting with others via email played a part in this skill as well.

However, Keke glanced at the pulse cases in her hand and thought that she probably did not want to insist on manually writing emails anymore, so voice input would be a good feature to use.

It could intelligently recognize various languages and then convert them into text.

Following Keke’s guidance, Manbao found the voice input button and began to stumble through reading the pulse cases aloud.

Once she had sent all the pulse cases, Manbao let out a sigh of relief and said, "Teacher Mo, remember to prescribe a formula for each pulse case."

Teacher Mo happened to be online, and he had not looked at the long string of pulse case text but went straight to the last email he received.

He replied, "I will try to come up with prescriptions. You should do the same, and it would be best if you could get them reviewed by the doctors in your area to check for any issues. Medical research is about continuously learning and improving before you can make progress. You can’t learn much if you just keep your head down and study alone."

He added, "Right now, you’re like an intern at a hospital, so remember, writing prescriptions is not the most important thing at this stage. You are just starting out, so get your position right. The first thing you need to learn is how to conduct patient consultations..."

Manbao took note of everything and, after saying goodbye to Teacher Mo, logged out of the system and started to sleep with her small blanket—she was indeed very tired.

After a good sleep, Manbao woke up the next day, attended her morning lessons, practiced her calligraphy, and then went to Jishi Hall.

This time, Lijun did not accompany her, as she had to go to their neighbor’s place to learn how to make a quilt cover. She also had an aunt who needed a quilt cover.

Doctor Ji had been waiting for her in the pharmacy since early morning. Thanks to their cooperation the day before, they worked faster today. For some illnesses, Doctor Ji did not wait for her to do the consultations before asking again but examined the patients himself first, allowing her to watch and then take the pulses herself afterward.

Manbao was no longer in a hurry to look at the prescriptions Doctor Ji had written; instead, she discussed the pulse cases with him to confirm whether her interpretations were accurate.

In medical treatment, diagnosis is the first half, and therapy is the second. Both are indispensable.

And diagnosis is the very foundation of treatment; if the illness isn’t correctly diagnosed, the best prescription will be of no use if it doesn’t target the actual cause.

This was what Teacher Mo had taught her.

To be a doctor, the first thing one must learn is patience.

During the examinations, Doctor Ji couldn’t help but look at her several times. Seeing her completely different behavior from the day before, more composed and patient, as well as discerning, he nodded slightly in approval.

He was increasingly convinced that she was guided by a famous teacher.

After seeing a group of patients, during a short wait for more, Doctor Ji chatted with Manbao, "Did you look at the pulse cases you took home yesterday?"

"I did." She had reviewed them again while reading aloud, so that was the same as having seen them, wasn’t it?

"How many did you look at?"

"I looked at all of them once."

Doctor Ji raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Good, good. Has your master seen them?"

"He said he would." He was definitely going to look at them as they were what he had been thinking of. Maybe he even stayed up late last night.

Well, tonight she could ask Teacher Mo and discuss those pulse cases with him. Come to think of it, she still had not compared the prescriptions she had made.

Thinking this, Manbao flipped her notebook to the very front, reviewed the pulse cases, and wrote out prescriptions in the blank spaces at the end.

After writing, she showed them to Doctor Ji, "What do you think of my prescriptions?"

Doctor Ji glanced at them, recognized they were from yesterday’s cases, and asked an attendant to bring a vermillion pen. He then took a small tube of the pen and made additions below her prescriptions, "The patient is weak and not receptive to tonics; the dosage needs to be smaller..."

As Manbao watched him writing in neat script, she couldn’t help asking, "Doctor Ji, you can write regular script, so why do you write prescriptions so carelessly that I can hardly read them?"

"There’s such a long queue of patients waiting. How much time would it take to write carefully every stroke?" Doctor Ji replied, "When seeing patients, you also have to consider their feelings. Look at today’s patients: although I had to examine them again for your benefit, they weren’t as angry as they were yesterday, were they?"

Manbao thought for a moment and agreed that today’s patients were indeed less irritated than yesterday’s.

"Anger harms the liver. They’re already sick, so why further injure the liver? Are they here to get treatment or to find more ailments?" Doctor Ji continued, "Unless the patient says they’re going to get medicine from another pharmacy, I usually write this way."

"Is it that other pharmacies also can’t read your writing?"

Doctor Ji stroked his beard with satisfaction and replied, "They can’t fully understand it, but they can usually make out some words. Didn’t you recognize several characters?"

"Then why can Gu instantly understand it when he looks at it?"

Gu was an attendant in the pharmacy who could quickly understand the prescriptions at a glance and swiftly gather the medicines.

After hearing her question, Doctor Ji laughed and said, "You haven’t considered how many years he’s been practicing and looking at prescriptions. The apprentices in our pharmacy start learning characters with the names of medicinal herbs. They don’t recognize the Thousand Character Classic or The Analects at all, but they know Bai Zhi and China root as soon as they see them."

Manbao understood and, looking down at his wild cursive prescriptions, said in admiration, "So to understand your prescriptions, I have to learn how to read your handwriting first."

Doctor Ji touched his beard with pride and nodded, "Exactly."

With a sigh, Manbao lamented, "There’s so much I have to learn."

Doctor Ji laughed heartily and patted her shoulder, "If you’re already overwhelmed by this, just wait until you get into the medical field. There’s so much more to learn. Once you’ve learned how to diagnose and write prescriptions, memorized the medicinal herbs, and know how to dispense them, you’ll still have to learn acupuncture and even how to prepare medicinal herbs."

Manbao immediately lowered her head in excitement and said, "Acupuncture? I know that!"

She had been practicing for years, having needled every acupoint on the human body, and Teacher Mo had later given her two more lifelike models, with different genders, that could simulate more illnesses, even internal organ damage, all of which she had needle-pricked thoroughly.