Although she didn't go to sleep until midnight, Shulan was still full of energy the next day.
The mansion was quieter because most people had gone to help out at the food stalls.
After finishing the breakfast served by the cook, Shulan went to the clinic.
The entrance was packed with people, not to mention the bustling scene inside.
Many neighbors were also queuing up there. When they saw her coming, they immediately greeted her warmly: "Dr. Shu, you've arrived!"
"Hello everyone." Despite it being another busy day, Shulan greeted everyone with a smile.
After all, this grand occasion was due to two reasons: firstly, the previous epidemic had forced doctors to go to the outskirts of the city; and secondly, the free medical consultations attracted people from all walks of life, whether they were sick or not.
In a couple of days, the number of people will decrease sharply, and then it won't be so busy.
Actually, while everyone might think she lost out, she actually gained more in the process.
Because people who hadn't originally planned to come all came after hearing the news. Some who were feeling unwell saw that it wasn't as expensive as they had imagined, so they bought a few doses of medicine to take home and brew—most importantly, their own fame also increased.
"Junior Martial Aunt." Several of her junior disciples, who were busy seeing patients there, greeted her obediently when they saw her coming.
When Huang Qi saw Shu Lan go to see the old man from last night, he quickly got up and followed her. Everyone else craned their necks to watch, as they had heard from their neighbors early this morning that Dr. Shu had brought back an old man who was barely alive last night.
Even just now, Old Xu's wife was saying that if it weren't for Dr. Shu, their husband might have lost his life.
Because there were still many things to do at home, the eldest son and his family went back, leaving only the elderly Mrs. Xu to take care of them.
Upon seeing Shulan, though reserved, he greeted her with gratitude, "Dr. Shulan."
Good morning, Aunt Xu. Have you eaten yet?
Aunt Xu quickly nodded: "I've eaten, thank you so much, young doctors."
After a few casual words, Shulan began to take her pulse.
Huang Qi began to describe the injured man's condition: "Junior Uncle, Uncle Xu had a fever last night, but I saw that he was in good spirits, so I did not use a second prescription. After feeding him the third bowl of medicinal soup, although his body was still feverish, I took his pulse this morning and his pulse was much more stable."
Shulan praised, "You did a great job. His condition has stabilized. If he doesn't have a fever after tonight, there won't be any major problems."
Fortunately, the injury wasn't too serious, and since they were brought in in time, the situation is better than expected.
After examining Old Man Xu, she finally sat down.
Several patients were waiting there. When she came over, an elderly man in his sixties, supported by a middle-aged man, said, "Dr. Shu, please take a look at my father first. He says he is in a lot of pain."
Shulan nodded and began taking the pulse, saying, "Uncle, stick out your tongue so I can see it."
The old man stuck out his tongue, and Shulan asked again, "Have you been taking medicine these past few days?"
The old man's son quickly nodded: "Yes, my father got ten doses of medicine from Doctor Li before, and he felt better after taking it. This time he got ten more doses, but this time he feels worse and worse."
It's painful to even think about it now.
Because the medicine from Renshantang was not cheap, ten doses of medicine represented the money they had saved for more than half a year. However, Doctor Li had said that the situation was very serious and that they would not live more than half a year without taking the medicine, so they naturally dared not not take it.
Shulan asked the frail old man, "Uncle, were you having stomach problems before?"
The old man nodded: "Yes, yes, I felt very bloated after eating a while ago. I took some medicine before and it seemed to work, but then I felt bloated in my lower abdomen and even my neck was uncomfortable. It's been even worse these past two days, like I can't breathe."
Shulan nodded: "Okay, I understand."
She picked up the silver needles and said, "Uncle, come over for acupuncture every day for the next five days. Also, stop drinking the old prescription and drink my prescription instead."
The old man felt a little sorry for himself: "We still have a few doses of medicine at home, it would be a waste."
He wouldn't have come if he hadn't been feeling particularly unwell today and hadn't heard that Xi Jing was no longer wanted.
Seeing the old man's troubled expression and his son's bitter face, Shulan knew they were not well-off and said, "You can bring the remaining packets of medicine and exchange them for some of your current medication."
The old man's son, standing next to him, asked in surprise, "Dr. Shu, really?"
"Yes, the old man needs some time to get acupuncture. If your home isn't too far, you can go get it now and I'll help you change it."
The middle-aged man quickly replied, "It's not far, we live in Niujia Village."
After saying that, he ran out, as if afraid that Shulan would change her mind.
Shulan asked the elderly man with acupuncture needles in his head to rest aside and began to see the next patient.
After seeing the sixth patient, the middle-aged man came running in, sweating profusely, carrying five packets of medicine: "Dr. Shu, these are the medicines my father has left, five doses left."
"Sure, let me see it."
The middle-aged man quickly handed her the medicine.
Shulan opened a package, looked at the herbs inside, and said, "Just as I thought."
Everyone immediately asked curiously, "Young Master Shu, what's wrong?"
Shulan didn't hide anything, saying, "The prescription itself is fine. The reason the old man felt better after the first ten doses, but felt increasingly unwell afterward, is because they mixed up one of the ingredients."
She took out a herb that looked like a thin stick and showed it to everyone, saying, "Logically, this herb should be horsetail. This herb is a wild grass that is poisonous in its entirety. If ingested by mistake, it will cause great harm to our bodies. However, when used as medicine, it has special medicinal effects. It can dispel wind-heat and stop bleeding, so it is suitable for the old man's discomfort caused by stomach heat. But this is clearly not horsetail."
Someone asked, "Then what is this?"
"This is called penholder grass, and its scientific name is actually jointed grass, but it is completely different from the jointed grass I just mentioned. This one itself is not poisonous, but eating too much of it can cause anxiety, insomnia, heart pain, palpitations, tachycardia, etc. It's fortunate that the old man came today, otherwise even a god couldn't save him."
The middle-aged man was furious after hearing this. He never expected that his father's near-death experience was actually due to these few doses of medicine.
Shulan instructed Chuanlian to pick out all the penholder grass from the five packets of medicine, and added a few other herbs, saying, "Take this dose for five days."
When the old man left, Shulan only accepted the money for the few supplementary medicines and silver needles, which amounted to no more than twenty copper coins.
Upon seeing such a small amount of money, the old man's eyes reddened, and he said, "Dr. Shu, you are a living Bodhisattva who has saved my life."
Shulan smiled and said, "Practicing medicine should prioritize ethics and treating patients should be people-oriented. This is what I should do."
Just as everyone was about to speak, a voice came from the doorway: "Well said!"
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