Han Qingshan is like a tree with many branches; if Song Yan has the time and patience, he will prune it slowly.
But now Song Yan was also a little impatient, so he started trimming very quickly.
As for whether Han Qingshan can withstand it?
When workers are about to prune the trees, do the trees have a say?
Song Yan's mind is filled with thoughts of how he rested at home all day yesterday, but ended up feeling exhausted by evening.
I saw thirty patients today. Although I was tired, it was much easier than yesterday.
How can this phenomenon be explained?
But it does show that Song Yan was right to insist on treating patients.
I've been feeling tired these past couple of days, and my milk supply isn't very good anymore.
We need to supplement the formula for all the children.
Song Yan wouldn't neglect himself; he made himself a soup with spring water. After a bowl of nourishing soup, he felt much better.
Shen Qian, on the other hand, lived in constant fear at school.
When his wife came home, she put on a brave face in front of her family, but once she got to her room, she lay down to rest.
This situation is definitely not normal.
But he was helpless and powerless.
Xiao Hu felt bad about donating so much stuff, and he kept asking his second brother, "Should we donate more?"
Shen Qian: "Donate!"
After a good night's rest each day, Song Yan felt that he was in good physical condition when he woke up in the morning.
Song Yan cheered herself up: Song Yan, keep going!
She took a bus straight to the hospital.
When Song Yan arrived at the office this morning, Han Qingshan was mopping the floor.
Song Yan: This shows they've come to their senses.
Song Yan picked up the kettle to fetch water, but the kettle was already full.
Brother Xu had class this morning and didn't come. Brother Chen followed Master and didn't see the nurse on duty either.
The water must have been fetched by Han Qingshan.
"I'm late today," said Nurse Liu.
Actually, she wasn't late; she just couldn't manage to arrive 15 minutes early as required.
"You've already gotten the water, thank you!"
Song Yan changed into her white coat and prepared. Sister Liu then began arranging for the patients to come in.
Han Qingshan took the prescription and pen from him. His face was flushed red.
Song Yan didn't intend to make things difficult for him, so there was no need to wait for him to speak.
Song Yan: "I wonder how your handwriting is?"
I require that the prescription be written as neatly as possible. Fancy, illegible writing is unacceptable.
This prevents pharmacists from dispensing the wrong medication!
Han Qingshan was clearly relieved and didn't speak up.
"good!"
The moment the first patient came in, Song Yan began seeing him.
Many patients who see traditional Chinese medicine doctors have a habit of stretching out their hands as soon as they sit down, without saying where they feel pain.
This one is the same.
He was a male patient.
Song Yan glanced at his registration booklet. It listed his workplace and age. "47 years old this year."
How many years have you been working at the fish farm?
Patient: "Thirty years."
The pulse is deep and slow.
Stick out your tongue so I can see it!
The tongue coating is white, thick, and greasy, with teeth marks.
Switch to the other hand...
Han Qingshan listened and took notes.
In order to accommodate Han Qingshan, Song Yan slowed down the pace of troop inspection today compared to yesterday.
Han Qingshan also breathed a sigh of relief; things were better than he had imagined.
After a morning of work, Han Qingshan realized that Song Yan had explained the key points, and he had even personally written out the prescriptions. He was now able to understand why some of the medications were used.
There are indeed benefits.
Song Yan was still exhausted after seeing the patients.
The same routine continued every day, but Song Yan gradually adapted.
When Shen Qian got a holiday, he was eager to go home. When he saw that his wife had obviously lost weight, he felt extremely distressed.
Song Yan told the elders in her family that she wanted to lose weight and maintain her figure.
In the past, people often went hungry, and now they're even trying to lose weight.
The older folks didn't really understand, but since Song Yan was willing, no one said anything.
Another month or so passed.
Song Yan has at least figured out one pattern: whenever she's not seeing patients, she's definitely very, very tired.
It was the start of another week, and Song Yan stepped into the consultation room.
Han Qingshan would wipe the table clean and set out the pulse pillow for her almost every morning.
Song Yan began her day's work.
Today, when I saw the eighth patient, she was a pregnant woman.
Why do we say she's pregnant?
Because she could clearly feel her belly swelling, her hands instinctively covered her stomach. A man carefully supported her.
Song Yan glanced at his age and realized he was 40 years old.
This pregnant woman is not young.
Song Yan placed his hand on the pregnant woman's pulse, but didn't lift it for a long time. He also scrutinized her face for quite some time.
Then they had her switch to her other hand.
Even Han Qingshan felt something was unusual.
Song Yan: "How many children do you have in your family?"
The person who came with her must be her husband.
The man said, "This is our first child."
Over the years, we've seen countless doctors and taken a lot of medicine. We've tried countless folk remedies before my wife finally got pregnant.
Song Yan: "Ma'am, where do you feel unwell?"
Female patient: "Can't doctors tell by feeling the pulse?"
Why are you asking me this?
Song Yan: "I've figured some things out, and I'd like to ask you about them."
"I haven't been able to eat lately, I can't eat anything!"
The baby is already so far along in the pregnancy, it's no good if he can't eat!
This child cannot be harmed. This is the child we have been waiting for for over 20 years.
"If he can't be born safely, I won't survive." The female patient was still stroking her belly with her other hand, showing that this child was truly as important as her life.
Song Yan: "Stick your tongue out so I can see it!"
Song Yan knew very well that this patient was difficult to treat, not because of her illness, but because of her condition.
Such cases are truly rare.
Song Yan: "Senior Brother Han, could you examine her?"
For so long, Song Yan had never let Han Qingshan do anything himself. He was somewhat flattered.
Han Qingshan dared not be careless and carefully examined the pulse. After a long while, he said, "The pulse at the cun position is slippery, but the illness has not subsided. It will be different in five months."
"It's a pregnancy pulse; I'm five months along."
The patient's husband immediately retorted, "We've been pregnant for over six months!"
Han Qingshan was immediately a little embarrassed. He examined her again carefully. "I think it's five months."
The patient also said it was impossible.
Song Yan: "Are your periods usually regular?"
The patient shook his head: "No, but I remember it very clearly every time I left."
Song Yan: "When did you feel the baby move?"
Patient: "What is fetal movement?"
"As the baby grows in your belly, it will move around, and you will feel it. That's called fetal movement," Song Yan explained in simple terms.
The patient shook his head again, "How come I've never felt anything?"
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