The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 974 - 953: New Disease (Extra - for book friend "Yellow Tangerine" as a reward)

Chapter 974: Chapter 953: New Disease (Extra Chapter for book friend "Yellow Tangerine" as a reward)

Zhou Wulang asked, "What does that mean?"

Zhou Lijun shook his head, "Auntie said, when she saw this poem, she felt both heroic and a bit sad, but more than that, she felt a sense of release from watching the affairs of the world. That’s why she also wants to make wine."

Zhou Liulang replied, confused, "Shouldn’t she want to drink instead?"

Zhou Lijun said, "Auntie said all the wine in the world is bitter. Although she doesn’t really like sweets, she absolutely detests bitterness. So for wine, it’s better to just make it, savor the fragrance, and let others do the drinking."

Everyone: ...

Zhou Liulang hesitantly asked, "Can she actually make it?"

"It’s impossible," Zhou Wulang said. "I’ve already asked Mr. Zhuang, and only a few families and wine shops know the methods of wine making. Besides, the wine we people of Great Jin make cannot compare to what people from the Western Regions make, not to mention how rare grapes are. Do you know how much a pound of grapes costs? Do you know how much a small bottle of wine costs?"

Zhou Wulang suddenly paused, having a realization, and happily waved his hands, "Let it be, she won’t find the methods anyway, and without grape seeds, she can’t do much. Just let her be."

To avoid any further trouble for them as time went on.

His companions hadn’t expected Fifth Brother (Fifth Uncle) to be so sly, but after thinking it over, they found his reasoning sound and silently did not comment.

Manbao, unaware of this, had Keke help her look up some information, and she found some details on wine making. However, the skills required were so numerous and nuanced, they were not something her era could achieve. Therefore, she had to search in her own world or find other search terms to let Keke help her look up.

Meanwhile, she also thought about the seeds. Unfortunately, Keke sadly informed her that there were no grapes in the future world, not even modified ones.

Manbao could only rely on her own efforts to search in her current moment.

These things took time, and Manbao wasn’t in a hurry. She still went to the pharmacy early every morning to sit in and learn medical skills and gain experience, and returned in the afternoon for lessons with Mr. Zhuang.

This very morning, she had just settled her things when Old Madam Dou brought in a young man and woman.

Manbao looked up at them, and Old Madam Dou smiled and said, "Please, Young Doctor Zhou, these are the patients I told you about. Do you remember?"

Manbao glanced at the young man with a sullen expression and nodded, "I remember. Please, have a seat."

The young woman, clutching her hands, stood timidly to the side.

The young man frowned at her and said, "What are you dazing for? Sit down."

Manbao looked up at him, and seeing that, Old Madam Dou slapped him lightly on the hand and chided, "Why are you shouting at your wife? Speak nicely."

The young man then remained silent.

Manbao then looked towards Old Madam Dou and said, "Please, step outside. I’ll take a look at them."

Old Madam Dou cast a warning glance at the young man before turning to leave.

There were two stools in the room, and Manbao gestured for the couple to sit. She opened her notebook and asked, "What are your names?"

The young man glanced at her notebook, frowning, "Do we have to give our names?"

"It’s just for reference, you can give a fake one," said Manbao, tilting her chin slightly, "What would you like to be called?"

After all, what they were buying was not forbidden, and there was no need for real names, as the authorities would not investigate.

The young man, his face turning red and shifting uncomfortably, finally said, "Just call me Dou Dalang then."

Manbao then wrote down Dou Dalang’s name and specially marked it with the words "assumed name". Then she turned to the young wife and said in a soft voice, "My name is Liuniang."

Manbao nodded, wrote down Liuniang’s name, and asked, "How long have you been married?"

Liuniang’s voice was low as she replied softly, "Three years."

Manbao gestured for her to place her hand on the pulse pillow and asked her some private questions, like whether her menstrual cycle was regular, how many days it lasted each time, and so on...

After taking her pulse and examining her complexion and tongue coating, Manbao turned to look at Dou Dalang, "Let me see your hand."

Dou Dalang frowned and stretched out his hand.

As Manbao took his pulse, she also asked him questions, making Dou Dalang’s face turn both green and red. His face seemed as if it were burning, unable to answer anything.

It was still Liuniang who cautiously answered from the side, mainly because the questions Manbao asked were too embarrassing. These questions did not seem like something a young girl would ask; even the older male doctors in the past wouldn’t ask such questions.

These questions were ones Manbao had prepared long ago, as Teacher Mo wanted to ask them.

They believed these questions were reasonable. In the upcoming world, there would be no worries about this because if one’s sperm survival rate was low, they just wouldn’t have children, or they would simply apply for sperm from a sperm bank. Few people would worry about reproduction.

Not many people wanted children anyway, were it not for the sake of completing a task...

Manbao meticulously recorded everything and then rested her hand on Dou Dalang’s pulse, lost in thought.

Dou Dalang watched with trepidation. Manbao looked up at him and said, "Don’t be so scared; the problem isn’t that big."

Liuniang looked up in surprise, and Dou Dalang asked with a trembling voice, "My problem?"

Manbao thought for a moment and felt that both had issues. Liuniang had a somewhat cold uterus and weak constitution, but it wasn’t very severe. Many women had this condition. However, Dou Dalang’s problem was more serious.

Manbao withdrew her hand and tapped her notebook, saying, "Both of you should take care of yourselves, especially you. Relax, you’re both young. Having children is something you can’t rush; it depends on fate."

Dou Dalang had heard this many times over the last three years, but it was always from elders, neighbors, and Liuniang, never directly addressed to him. This was his first time.

He felt slightly conflicted.

Manbao buried her head in writing the prescription and, noticing their anxious looks, thought for a moment, then put down her pen to communicate with them, "Your conditions don’t seem very severe. Liuniang is just a bit weak. If you want healthy children in the future, you still need to properly regulate your health. As for you..."

Dou Dalang tensed.

Manbao said, "Well, you have kidney deficiency and weak essence. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

Dou Dalang nodded, then immediately shook his head.

"It’s just weak essence, not dead sperm, so it’s treatable. I’ll start you on some medicine. Try it for half a month to see." Manbao picked up her pen, but after writing two prescriptions, she looked up again, "Will you proceed with treatment?"

Before Dou Dalang could speak, Liuniang was already nodding vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes, we’ll do as the doctor says."

Manbao nodded and continued writing the prescription, "You’ll be almost okay after a month’s medication; just pay attention to your diet. Dou Dalang probably needs about three months of medication. Don’t have intercourse for one month; I will let you know when it’s okay."

The couple blushed. Manbao handed them the two prescriptions she had written. Liuniang handed the prescriptions to Dou Dalang, hesitating and not leaving.

Dou Dalang glanced at her, then took the prescriptions and went out first.