Su Qingluan's attention was now completely focused on her sister. Her heart burned with anxiety, and she was desperately trying to find a way to temporarily relieve her sister's pain. Therefore, she didn't notice that Mu Xingzhi's gaze towards her was filled with inquiry and contemplation.
Without hesitation, she said, "Trust me? Why not? You added so much coptis root to my prescription before. I went to Huichuntang to ask why the taste was so different from another prescription for a friend with a cold. The doctor said that although this prescription tasted unpalatable, it was very effective. I don't believe someone with no medical experience would dare to change the prescription so arbitrarily."
After all, Chinese medicine involves the combination of more than a dozen or even dozens of drugs. If the original prescription is changed without authorization, the weakening or disappearance of the efficacy is secondary. If someone dies after taking the medicine, it will not be a good thing.
Therefore, even the charlatans who pretend to be "medicine masters who specialize in treating difficult and complicated diseases" never dare to change the existing prescriptions at will.
They either use things like "radish water" and "wood water" that "are of no use but also have no harm" to scam people, and wait for the few people who "happen" to get better on their own or feel that the medicine is effective due to psychological factors to give them money; or they prescribe some "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup" with mild medicinal properties, which will basically benefit normal people and there will be no major problems after taking it.
So Mu Xingzhi was able to change the prescription at will and still guarantee that the disease could be cured, even if it was just a prank. His medical skills were evident.
After hearing Su Qingluan's words, Mu Xingzhi smiled with an ambiguous smile and said calmly, "Bring your sister over here for me to see. Also, I'll need Qingluan to help me put the bolt on the gate of the courtyard."
Su Qingluan carefully handed her sister to Mu Xingzhi. When she looked back, she found that Mu Xingzhi was sitting in a wheelchair. He had to pull a mechanism next to the wooden plug close to the ground to pull the wooden plug down.
And if you want to put the cork back, you have to stand up.
So this job really needs Su Qingluan to do it. However, since it is so inconvenient to move, it should be Song Bo who does this, right? Where is Song Bo?
This doubt flashed through Su Qingluan's mind for only a moment before her thoughts returned to her sister. She quickly fastened the bolt on the door and quickly followed Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair, watching eagerly as he carried her sister over, turning the wheelchair with one hand as they slowly walked into the main hall.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan hurried over to help push his wheelchair. This was the first time she had actually helped Mu Xingzhi push a wheelchair. She was shocked when she did.
In her previous life, Su Qingluan was a person in a wheelchair. When she was not so weak that she could not walk, she had already started doing e-commerce to make money. Then, when she had her first relapse, she bought herself an electric wheelchair, which saved a lot of nursing costs in disguise.
So she just heard that the old-fashioned, fully manual wheelchair was not very labor-saving to push, especially on a relatively rough surface.
Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair is made of thick solid wood, which is definitely heavier than modern materials with lighter structures.
So even though Su Qingluan was not frail and had improved a lot before, she had wasted a lot of energy rushing here while holding her sister, so pushing the wheelchair was quite difficult.
Mu Xingzhi sighed helplessly, "You hold your sister, and I'll push the wheelchair myself."
Arriving at the front hall, Mu Xingzhi asked Su Qingluan to place Su Xueyan on the Luohan bed with a low coffee table in the middle. Although the sides of the Luohan bed were barely wide enough for an adult to lie flat on, Su Xueyan was a little over three years old and her stature was far smaller than an adult's, so she could still fit.
During this break, Mu Xingzhi lit all the candlesticks in the corners of the main hall. Soon, the main hall, which was originally almost dark, with only the dim moonlight coming through the window lattices and the door, was lit up with flickering and dim candlelight.
"Please forgive me for not preparing tea for my poor hospitality." Mu Xingzhi pushed the wheelchair next to Su Xueyan and began to take her pulse.
Su Qingluan naturally didn't care about tea or not. She nodded randomly and agreed, then stared at her sister's little face, which was particularly red because of the fever, without blinking.
Of course, she didn't dare to ask anything, not even to breathe, because Su Qingluan had heard that whether it was taking a pulse or listening to a patient's breathing, the environment had to be kept quiet.
So she breathed very softly, fearing that if her breathing was a little louder, Mu Xingzhi would miss something and affect her sister's treatment.
Compared to Su Qingluan's nerves which were stretched to a straight line, Mu Xingzhi seemed to be completely unaware of Su Qingluan's condition and continued to move slowly and steadily.
She first looked at Su Xueyan's face and lower eyelids, and asked Su Qingluan what the little girl had eaten and done all day.
Su Qingluan answered as seriously as if she was answering a teacher's question in class, not daring to be careless or joke at all.
Mu Xingzhi nodded and began to take Su Xueyan's pulse.
Su Qingluan watched him hold his left wrist for a while, then switch to his right wrist, and then look at Su Qingluan.
This time, Su Qingluan understood the anxiety of the patient's family and asked cautiously, "How is it?"
Mu Xingzhi spoke a bunch of Chinese medicine jargon such as "exogenous wind-cold" and "convulsions and syncope". Seeing Su Qingluan's expression as if she was listening to a foreign language, he thought for a while and repeated it using the more popular folk term "exogenous wind evil".
...Then Su Qingluan still looked like she was listening to a foreign book.
It's really hard to blame her. In Su Qingluan's past life of more than twenty years, even those few years of experience dealing with hospitals were basically Western medical procedures, and she was indoctrinated with Western medical ideas.
As for Chinese medicine, it is still mostly found in "folk remedies", "folk legends", "TV dramas and novels", so whether it is the official or folk Chinese medicine terminology, Su Qingluan is six out of seven orifices - she knows nothing at all!
After traveling through time, she basically received Chinese medicine treatment as a "patient", and patients did not need to know in too much detail what kind of medicine they drank.
Therefore, even though she had traveled through time for a while, Su Qingluan knew nothing about the folk conventions about certain medicines and medical methods in this era.
When Mu Xingzhi saw Su Qingluan's clueless state, his expression was indescribable.
Su Qingluan felt that the other person was probably looking at her with that kind of idiotic look that said, "I don't even understand the basic common sense that even children know."
In order to show that her IQ was at a normal level, Su Qingluan explained with difficulty: "Um... Actually, I told you before that when I returned to Huaxi Village, I accidentally fell into the water and lost my memory, so..."
Mu Xingzhi waved his hand casually, turned the wheelchair back to the inner room, and said, "You take care of your sister, I'll go get the needle." Then he left Su Qingluan alone there.
Su Qingluan was a little stunned: "Holding a needle? What for? It can't be embroidery, right?"
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