When Youbao was eight years old, a special examination table was added to Su Niannian's clinic.
It is a bit shorter than an ordinary examination table, with soft anti-collision strips covering the corners and a small pulse pillow on the table.
Every afternoon at four o'clock, after school, Youbao would rush into the clinic with his schoolbag, put on his tailor-made white coat, and start to learn how to see patients from his mother.
I was busy until Su Niannian got off work, and then I went home with my mother to do homework.
That afternoon, Grandpa Zhang walked in slowly with a cane and sat down at the examination table with a smile, "Little doctor, my old cold legs are acting up again."
Youbao immediately said, "Grandpa Zhang, let me take your pulse first."
Her little finger gently rested on the old man's skinny wrist, and her brows suddenly frowned, "Mom! Grandpa Zhang's pulse is so weak!"
Su Niannian looked up and asked, "What prescription do you think should be prescribed?"
Youbao thought for a moment, "Add Danggui Sini Decoction... and three grams of Drynaria fortunei! Right?"
"Why add Drynaria fortunei?" Su Niannian walked over and asked while touching her daughter's hair.
"Because last time when Grandma Wang had leg pain, you said 'the kidneys govern the bones'. Grandpa Zhang's weak radial pulse indicates insufficient kidney qi."
Youbao raised his little face and spoke very logically.
Grandpa Zhang clapped his hands in delight, "That's incredible!"
Su Niannian nodded with satisfaction, "Go get the medicine."
"I know!" Youbao jumped and ran towards the pharmacy.
A quarter of an hour later.
Youbao came back with the wrapped medicine in his hand. "Grandpa Zhang, soak this medicine in cold water for half an hour before boiling it. Take it three times a day. Avoid sour or cold things..."
The old man took the medicine and suddenly took out a ten-yuan note from his pocket and stuffed it into Youbao's pocket, "Buy some candy for the little doctor!"
Youbao waved his hands quickly, "No, no, Mom said no..."
"Take it." Su Niannian said with a smile, "This is a gift from grandpa, remember to record it in the account."
"Hmm!" Youbao wrote down in the account book seriously:
[October 5th, Grandpa Zhang, Danggui Sini Tang with Drynaria fortunei, consultation fee of 10 yuan.]
Although the handwriting is immature, each stroke is neat and tidy.
…
In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the primary school graduation examination.
In the examination room, Youbao looked at the essay topic "My Ideal", thought carefully, and wrote down neatly:
My mother is a doctor and my father is a storyteller. I remember when I was six years old, I used silver needles to treat my father's headache for the first time. He said it was more effective than taking medicine.
It was also that year that my father wrote "The Dandelion Fairy's Silver Needle", which made me realize that stories about curing diseases and saving lives can be so interesting.
They taught me that needles can relieve pain and stories can warm the heart.
Last week, when I examined Grandma Li’s legs and she praised me as a miracle doctor, I suddenly realized how joyful it is to help others.
Therefore, my ideal is to use medical skills to relieve pain like my mother, and to convey warmth through stories like my father.
Maybe in the future, I can also write a book called "Youbao's Medical Notes" to make more children fall in love with Chinese medicine..."
…
On the first night of school in the second grade of junior high school, Youbao was doing homework in the study.
When she opened the Chinese textbook, a piece of pink letter paper fell out, with a red heart carefully drawn on the envelope.
When she opened it, she found a love letter from a boy in her class.
"What are you looking at?" Shi Heng's voice suddenly sounded behind him, holding a cup of freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea in his hand.
Youbao slammed the textbook shut, "Nothing!"
In her panic, the letter slipped to the ground. When she bent down to pick it up, she saw that her father's slender fingers had already picked it up.
Shi Heng glanced at the contents and simply asked, "Do you know why angelica must be planted for three years before it can be harvested?"
Youbao lowered his head, his ears red as if bleeding, "Because... because the medicine is not effective enough..."
"Come with me." Shi Heng took her into the pharmacy.
He took out three herbs and arranged them in a heart shape on the counter. "Danggui replenishes blood, Baishao nourishes yin, and licorice harmonizes. Just like people need to grow—"
"It takes time!" Youbao suddenly answered, his eyes red. "I... I will return the letter to my classmate tomorrow."
Shi Heng nodded with satisfaction and said, "By the way, bring him a bag of chrysanthemum tea and tell him it's a special drink made by the clinic to refresh his mind."
"Why?"
"It's recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica that chrysanthemum can calm the liver and improve eyesight." Shi Heng patted the top of her head. "It's suitable for adolescent boys."
…
On the afternoon when the college entrance examination scores were announced, Youbao was stopped by the class monitor Lin Yu as soon as he walked out of the school gate.
"Nianyou! Let's apply to the Peking University Medical School together? I checked, and your scores are definitely high enough."
He took out a stack of information from his schoolbag and said, "This is the introduction to your major. I've sorted it out for you..."
Youbao clenched the strap of his schoolbag, "I...I'll think about it."
When she got home, she sat at her desk and stared at the blank application form in a daze.
Shi Heng came in with hot milk, and seeing his daughter's sad face, he gently put down the cup.
"Dad..." Youbao bit his lip, "The class monitor wants me to apply to the same university as him."
Shi Heng sat at the desk, "Do you like him?"
"Yes, a little bit..." Youbao's ears turned red.
"Does he like you?"
"He said... he said he liked me..." Youbao's voice became smaller and smaller.
Shi Heng knocked on the desk and asked, "Then what are you hesitating about?"
"I want to apply to Shanghai University of Traditional Chinese Medicine..."
Youbao raised his head, his eyes sparkling, "Their Chinese medicine laboratory is the best in the country!"
Shi Heng smiled, "Then ask him if he's willing to go to the Magic City with you."
Youbao blushed and edited the message:
[Lin An, I want to apply to Shanghai University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Do you want to join me?]
As soon as the message was sent, the reply came:
[Don't be ridiculous! Shanghai University of Chinese Medicine is ranked much lower than Peking University. And I want to study clinical medicine, not traditional Chinese medicine.]
Youbao stared at the phone screen, his fingers trembling slightly.
Shi Heng pushed the hot milk in front of her and asked, "Do you understand now?"
"Hmm..." Youbao lowered his head in disappointment.
Shi Heng walked out of the study and closed the door gently. He knew that his daughter needed time to think things through.
The next morning.
At the dining table, Youbao was stirring the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in his bowl when he suddenly looked up and asked, "Mom, why did you choose Dad back then?"
Shi Heng paused while peeling the eggs and looked at his wife nervously.
Su Niannian smiled and said, "In order to be with me, your father even quit his job as CEO and ran back to Yuncheng to become a baker."
"So, there are many people in this world who can speak nice words, but to be like your father..."
"I understand!" Youbao suddenly stood up, "I'll go to school and hand in my application form right away!"
She ran back to the study, grabbed a pen, and wrote "Magic City University of Traditional Chinese Medicine" neatly on the application form.
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