The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 945 - 924 - Seeing Patients

Chapter 945: 924 Chapter Seeing Patients

Manbao glanced at the room’s layout and nodded, saying, "This is very good, but I’d like to wash the curtains and the quilt on the bed."

Manbao looked around and then pointed to an empty spot by the wall behind her, saying, "I’d like a shelf here, the kind that can hold books and miscellaneous items. It doesn’t need to be too tall, up to here will do, with three or four compartments..."

Although it was the first time Young Manager Zheng had heard such a request, he was accustomed to the various demands of the doctors.

For example, Doctor Gu liked to drink tea; thus, his room always needed to have a tea set, along with a small stove for brewing tea daily.

So he only hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Manbao, satisfied, then set down her carrying basket and took out her pulse pillow, cloth towel, and needle bag.

After looking around, she said, "I also need a stove for boiling water."

Young Manager Zheng indicated that it wasn’t a problem, and after seeing that she had no other requests, he withdrew, called a worker, and soon had the stove brought in, also lighting some charcoal to boil water.

After Manbao had arranged her things, the other three doctors arrived. Manbao went out to greet them and was about to seek some advice when patients had already begun entering the pharmacy, lining up to see the doctors.

Doctor Gu smiled slightly, nodding at Manbao, "Let Doctor Zhou Junior be busy first. We have our own tasks to attend to."

Manbao nodded and observed the patients in the hall before entering her room.

As a patient who lifted the curtain and entered saw Manbao sitting behind the consultation table, smiling at him, he hesitated for a moment before turning around and saying, "Doctor, I’ve come to the wrong place."

Manbao, who was about to gesture for him to sit down, stiffened her smile for a moment. After the man left, she shrugged her shoulders, sighed, and muttered, "I have to start all over again..."

It was the same when she was in Yizhou City at first; patients were reluctant to be treated by her until Doctor Ji, who sat beside her after her consultations, examined them again. Only then did the patients feel content.

Gradually, as she got used to sitting at the front, the patients also got used to her, and when it was her turn to consult alone, everyone accepted it as normal without any resistance.

After the Double Ninth public clinic event, patients began seeking her out voluntarily, and Manbao finally became a truly acknowledged doctor, one who relied on her skills.

Now it seemed that in the capital, due to her age and gender, she had to start all over again.

Manbao quickly adjusted her mindset, smiling as she waited for the next patient. Then she watched as one patient after another lifted the curtain to come in, gave a stiff smile indicating they were at the wrong place, and then left...

Manbao leaned her elbows on the table, her hands cupping her face, watching as one person came in and then left, and another came and went...

The curtain lifted again as an elderly woman led a flushed-faced young girl into the room.

Upon seeing them, Manbao’s eyes brightened, and she put down her hands to sit up straight, warmly beckoning as she said, "Grandma, you’ve come. Please take a seat."

The elderly woman embarrassedly said, "Doctor, it’s not me who’s sick; it’s my granddaughter."

"I know, there’s another stool here; you can sit and wait."

The elderly woman found Manbao to be particularly thoughtful, truly different from male doctors.

She pulled her granddaughter forward, smiling pleasingly, "This is my granddaughter; she’s thirteen this year. Please take a look at the growth on her body..."

Only then did Manbao closely examine the young girl, about her age, standing there flush-faced. But the girl, who had been hanging her head low earlier, now timidly raised it slightly, sneakily watching Manbao.

Manbao met her gaze, and she shyly lowered her head like a jolt of electricity had passed through her.

It seemed that seeing they were about the same age, she bravely raised her head again to look at Manbao.

Manbao smiled at her and beckoned, "Come here, let me have a look at you."

The girl hesitated, and an elderly lady pulled her forward, pushed her down onto a stool, and placed her hand on the consultation table, "Look, look at this."

Manbao gently took her hand, placed it on the pulse pillow, and slightly tilted her head to evaluate the pulse. After listening for a while, she looked up at the girl’s face and asked, "What is your name?"

"I am called Zhu’er."

Manbao asked, "What is your surname?"

The girl glanced at her grandmother before whispering, "Dou, Dou Zhu’er."

Manbao praised, "Nice name, how old are you this year..."

Manbao asked her about everything she had recently eaten, when she fell ill, what she had done when she was ill, and what she had eaten.

After mentally noting each detail, Manbao opened a notebook, wrote down Dou Zhu’er’s basic information, then pulled her up, "Come, let’s go behind the curtain, I want to see what has developed on your body."

Dou Zhu’er had been talking to Manbao for nearly a quarter of an hour, becoming a bit more comfortable, though her face was still flushed, she wasn’t as resistant as at the beginning.

She glanced at her grandmother who slightly nodded, then followed Manbao behind the curtain; the elderly lady stayed by the consultation desk where occasionally, a patient would peek inside the curtain, and she would glare at them, saying, "I’m still treating someone here, wait your turn."

Feeling obliged, the patient would withdraw.

Manbao helped Dou Zhu’er unfasten her clothes and discovered red rashes on her chest and abdomen. She carefully examined them and noticed that the rashes on the abdomen were contiguous, likely due to friction from clothing or perhaps the folds of flesh on her abdomen, forming two creases with the flesh inside almost necrotic, oozing some fluid, making Manbao feel both itchy and pained at the sight.

Manbao washed her hands and touched the rashes gently with a clean cloth strip, asking, "Does it itch?"

"Occasionally it is very itchy, but most of the time there is no sensation."

"When does it itch?"

"At night, or when it’s quiet."

"Besides the rash areas, do you feel itchy anywhere else?"

"Sometimes my back and face itch too, but my grandmother says I shouldn’t scratch; if I do, I’ll ruin my face and it will get worse."

Manbao nodded slightly, "Your grandmother is right, you shouldn’t scratch."

Manbao examined her entire body then asked, "The day you fell ill and the day before, are you sure you didn’t eat anything unusual?"

Dou Zhu’er thought for a moment, shook her head, "No, a doctor asked me the same question before, so I remember, I ate the same things as usual."

"Was there anything different, like a place you went to or something you touched?" Seeing her blank expression, Manbao smiled and said, "Don’t be afraid, your condition is likely an allergic reaction, although there is also some internal heat, but the extensive rashes are not eczema, so think carefully, did you go anywhere unusual that day or the day before, or did you touch something unusual?"

Manbao said, "You are lucky, the allergy is only causing rashes, if it were an inflammation of the respiratory system, it could be deadly, but since it’s been a long time and your rashes are not improving but instead getting worse, it’s clear you are still in contact with the allergen, hence the recurring issue. Think carefully, since that day, have you been in contact with anything you hadn’t been in contact with before?"