The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 947 - 926: Third Day of Clinic

Chapter 947: Chapter 926: Third Day of Clinic

Manbao realized the situation and asked, "Where do you live?"

"We live outside the city."

Manbao exclaimed, "Isn’t that quite far from here?"

The elder replied, "Our family chops and delivers firewood. We came early today, so we took the opportunity to see the doctor."

Manbao nodded and said, "Then it must be difficult for you to come to the city, should I prescribe some extra medicine for you?"

The elder hesitated and didn’t reply.

Manbao explained, "Your illness has dragged on for too long. You need to cycle through three different prescriptions for a cure, but right now I can only provide you with two. Each prescription comes with two doses—one dose lasts two days, taken once in the morning and once in the evening. After you finish these four doses, come back, and I’ll check the effects and change to a different prescription."

After speaking, Manbao thought for a moment and then wrote down the prescription.

The elder saw and closed his mouth.

Manbao handed over the prescription and said, "Old man, you can’t delay treating your illness any longer. It’s best to cure it all at once; otherwise, if you stop taking the medicine intermittently, it will keep recurring. It could damage the root, and it will be much harder to treat later."

The elder accepted the prescription and went out. When his son saw it, he frowned and asked, "Why are there two prescriptions?"

The elder opened his mouth to say, "The doctor gave them."

The middle-aged man, not understanding, could only take it to Young Manager Zheng. Young Manager Zheng glanced at it, looked up at the two of them, and said, "Please wait a moment."

He took out an abacus, calculated, and after a while said, "The total comes to eighty-four coins."

"That’s expensive..."

Young Manager Zheng said, "This is for four doses of medicine. One dose lasts two days. Come back after eight days to check it."

"We don’t need that much medicine," the middle-aged man immediately said, "just enough for two days."

Young Manager Zheng shook his head, "This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. I can only prepare it according to the prescription. Also, these are two prescriptions, with each having only two doses of medicine. You finish one before taking the next..."

The middle-aged man snatched the prescription and said, "I will discuss this with the doctor."

Taking the prescription, he returned to find Manbao, who had already received a new patient with a cut on his arm that was still oozing blood—a casualty, due to which he was rushed to her.

Although those who brought in the patient were skeptical seeing Manbao, they could only shut their mouths when they saw her swiftly cutting the person’s clothes with scissors.

Manbao cut open the clothing and glanced at the wound, "The cut is quite large. I will clean and stitch it up in a moment."

She instructed the worker who brought them in to bring over some hot water.

Seeing Manbao examining the wound without changing her expression, the family members turned away uneasily, while the patient was pale, "Doctor, will my hand be okay?"

After checking, Manbao reassured him, "It’s fine, you haven’t damaged the bone. Your hand won’t be lost, but the wound is quite large. You need to keep it clean after treatment. Avoid any food that might cause inflammation because if the wound gets infected, I can’t say whether your hand might have to be amputated or not, and your life might be at risk."

Manbao cleaned his wound with a white cloth, carefully wiping around it. Seeing his grimy fingers, she was very concerned, "You must pay attention to cleanliness when you return home..."

As she was speaking, the middle-aged man squeezed in with the prescription. Seeing so many people in the room, his demeanor weakened.

Manbao glanced at him, instructed her patient, and began to stitch up the wound while asking, "Is there something else?"

"Doctor, why have you written two prescriptions? Can we just get one filled?"

"Your father’s illness is quite severe, and time is precious. Isn’t your home outside the city? With one prescription, you’d go back today to prepare one dose, and then the day after tomorrow, another dose. To ensure the medicine continues without interruption, you’d have to come to the city a day in advance, not to mention the consultation fee required to queue up again and get a new prescription," Manbao said, "Your father has been ill for a long time, and this recurring cough could potentially develop into consumption. While it’s still treatable, you should act quickly. I know you young people are busy; shall I write the third prescription for you as well?"

The middle-aged man immediately said, "No need, no need, we’ll just take these two prescriptions to see how they work."

The middle-aged man then gave a simple smile to the others in the room, bowed slightly in gratitude, and left.

A family member said, "Doesn’t he want to cure his own father?"

Manbao looked up and smiled, "That’s not true, his son is quite filial. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought his father to the inner city for treatment."

The family members thought about it and moved on from the subject, growing concerned about his arm instead. Seeing Manbao’s skilled suturing, though somewhat crooked and unsightly, one couldn’t help but say, "Doctor Junior, even my sewing looks better than yours."

Manbao confidently said, "Impossible. Stitching skin is not the same as sewing clothes..."

She had honed this skill through persistent practice after observing Imperial Doctor Fan’s technique on Ji Hao, perfecting it day and night on simulated patients.

Although she was only able to confidently stitch skin and not yet handle internal organs, patients currently needed her for skin stitching, right?

Manbao finished stitching perfectly, nodded slightly in appreciation of her handiwork, and then began applying medicine to him.

The patient found her a bit frightening.

As Manbao was applying the medicine, Shopkeeper Zheng parted the curtain and came in, "Doctor Zhou Junior, there’s a patient with an external injury..."

Upon entering, he saw Manbao treating the wound and naturally noticed the stitches. He paused, then smiled, "Truly worthy of being trained by Imperial Doctor Fan, Doctor Zhou Junior. Your suturing is excellent."

How many rabbits or pig legs must have been cut to master such a technique?

Manbao kept to herself that she not only learned this from Imperial Doctor Fan but also from Teacher Mo.

However, Teacher Mo was rather dismissive of suturing, preferring internal medicine to what he called surgery.

But Manbao was never picky; she believed whether it was internal medicine or surgery as Teacher Mo called it, or the healing arts and doctoring that Imperial Doctor Fan spoke of, anything that cured and saved lives was good.

Keke had also said that Teacher Mo and Imperial Doctor Fan were odd, suggesting that all humans were strange. Despite being the same kind of people doing similar work, they had created hierarchies within their work.

Manbao, being human herself, was initially just as puzzled as Keke, but as time passed, she slowly began to understand.

But understanding didn’t mean she agreed.

Shopkeeper Zheng stood by and watched as Manbao methodically applied the medicine and bandaged the patient, and only then, he sat down to write out a prescription.

"Can you apply your own medicine?"

The injured man immediately shook his head.

"I mean, can someone in your household do it for you?"

The injured man looked up at his brother, who, after a moment’s hesitation, said, "Doctor, how about we come over each day and you change it for us?"

"Alright, then I’ll write you one prescription; you don’t need to come every day. Change the dressing once every other day, and drink the decoction twice a day, morning and evening. One prescription can last for brewing over two days."

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