Although Su Qingluan was a "regular customer", Song Bo still served her hot tea and snacks. Song Bo happened to hear what she said just now when he pushed the door open.
However, Su Qingluan remained calm. After all, even if she wanted to prevent anyone from eavesdropping, Song Bo would definitely not be among them. It was Song Bo who was guarding outside, preventing other "uninvited guests" from entering without warning.
Song Bo placed the snacks and hot tea on the table in front of Su Qingluan and asked curiously, "Madam Su, are you serious? Such a thin piece of paper can record the entire content of yesterday's pulse diagnosis?"
It’s no wonder that Song Bo was skeptical - in fact, he was half-believing and half-doubting.
Reason told Song Bo that as long as Su Qingluan said she could do something, then she would definitely do it, and she would never say anything without thinking. The fact was, since he had known this little girl, Su Qingluan had proved this to him countless times with facts.
But Song Bo followed Mu Xingzhi from beginning to end yesterday, so he naturally witnessed the entire process of Mu Xingzhi asking the midwife to see the patient and himself examining the patient.
Moreover, because Sun Guixiang's condition was not stable at the beginning, Mu Xingzhi changed two or three treatment methods alone.
Can such a huge amount of information really be explained by just a few lines of words on a thin piece of paper - even though these words are quite densely packed?
Su Qingluan smiled mysteriously upon hearing this. She didn't make any promises, but kept the topic a secret. "How about this? Mu Xingzhi, as a direct participant in yesterday's pulse diagnosis, naturally understands exactly what was done and what prescriptions were prescribed. On the other hand, I know nothing about these medical techniques."
Song Bo nodded: Judging from Su Qingluan's usual words and deeds, she really doesn't seem to have any knowledge of medicine.
"In that case, how about you two take a look at it?" Su Qingluan looked at the paper.
"What are you looking at?" Song Bo was confused.
"Let's see how much information I can restore about the entire process of pulse diagnosis and treatment yesterday." It's useless to just talk about it. The other party must actually see it once to gain a more objective and clear understanding of the extent of information that can be recorded by this shorthand.
Su Qingluan said this and looked at Song Bo: "Please help me prepare paper and pen."
Song Bo nodded and quickly brought over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Su Qingluan mentioned.
Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi and said, "My hands are about to break after writing so many words. How about you give me some help?" As she said that, she handed the brush to Mu Xingzhi who was drinking tea beside her without any hesitation.
Song Bo was about to take over the ghostwriting job when Mu Xingzhi took up the pen and looked up at Su Qingluan. "In that case, please grind some ink for me."
Seeing this, Song Bo said nothing more and turned to go out.
Su Qingluan nodded and began to grind the ink stick in the inkstone. As she moved her wrist back and forth, she sighed, "Can't this ink stick open automatically when placed in water, or can't we just use ink?"
Of course, Su Qingluan knew that if it was the modern ink with a light fragrance and not too strong ink smell, it would definitely be impossible to develop it with the current production process, because gum is essential for making ink sticks, and the gum of the best ink sticks comes from animals, so naturally there will be some inherent odor.
After all, it is a bit unrealistic to imagine that additives can be used to correct the taste, so she just said that.
Mu Xingzhi said helplessly, "Grinding ink is supposed to be a quiet and elegant activity, so why does Qingluan make it a hassle?"
Su Qingluan said, "Nobles who have no worries about food and clothing naturally pursue elegance. For a country girl like me who still has to work hard to make a living, I naturally prefer something that's quick and easy to use. Ink smells really pungent, but it's easy to use, so in my opinion, it's better than ink sticks and ink in that respect."
"So, even in Qingluan's opinion, there are some bad things?"
"Of course," Su Qingluan took the ink stick in her hand. "This ink stick is square and can be placed anywhere after it dries. If it's ink, you need to use a special container. If you accidentally spill it, it will get everywhere and you have to clean it up, which is very troublesome."
After a few casual remarks, it was time to get down to business. Su Qingluan recalled the medical records she had read countless times in her previous life, picked out the contents that could be organized into information, and began to relay them to Mu Xingzhi one by one.
"First, let's talk about the patient's basic condition. This wasn't included in yesterday's pulse diagnosis. Unload this."
"Why do you have to put an ink dot here?" Mu Xingzhi asked, looking at the dot after the "一" that Su Qingluan had asked him to write before.
Su Qingluan then remembered that there were no punctuation marks in this era. There were only so-called "sentence punctuation", which was completely different from the punctuation marks in the modern sense.
This was another big project, and Su Qingluan was not very interested in teaching elementary Chinese language knowledge, so she just said vaguely: "Oh, this is to make the word 'one' look more eye-catching." Then she asked Mu Xingzhi to write Sun Guixiang's age and name in this part.
Since the specific weight was not measured, Su Qingluan could only judge based on her impression of Sun Guixiang's body shape.
Later I thought that it was impossible to estimate the size of a pregnant woman individually, so I had to give up.
As for questions like blood type, although they also belong to "basic information", it is obvious that Su Qingluan has no way of knowing them, so she simply did not say it.
Next, Su Qingluan wanted to organize the information according to the categories of "chief complaint", "current medical history", "past medical history", etc. in the medical record. However, she thought that this would not only require explaining to Mu Xingzhi individually what these words meant, but also might not conform to the habits of people of this era in reading "medical records". So Su Qingluan simply decided to organize the symptoms that Sun Guixiang had one by one in chronological order, as well as the corresponding measures taken by Mu Xingzhi after hearing the symptoms.
At the beginning, Mu Xingzhi thought that since Su Qingluan could make a promise, she could still roughly repeat the corresponding process of taking the pulse.
But as the recording continued, he was secretly surprised: not to mention the process of taking the pulse, even what prescription he prescribed, what symptoms Sun Guixiang had, what measures the midwife took, etc., Su Qingluan actually recorded it all clearly!
The more he listened to Su Qingluan restore the information on the "Heavenly Book", the more he felt that the amount of information that these simple lines of words could carry was truly astonishing!
Su Qingluan held the shorthand paper and spoke slowly, while Mu Xingzhi wrote slowly. By the time Su Qingluan had "translated" the last word, Mu Xingzhi had already filled five pages with dense writing, and the sixth page was more than half filled.
Su Qingluan put down the paper and looked at Mu Xingzhi beside her: "How is it? Is there any key information missing?"
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