Chapter 280 He is my master
When we arrived at Fushoutang, it was still the same clinic as yesterday.
Lillian insisted on accompanying the entire examination. When she saw the gaping wounds on Situ Huajian's body, her eyes instantly turned red, but she bit her lip stubbornly and remained silent.
"It's not serious. Let's disinfect and stop the bleeding." Meng Anran put on gloves and asked Sun Chengyu to get the processed hemostatic herbs.
After the wound was disinfected, Sun Chengyu just got the herbs.
Lillian stared at the dark green herbal paste in the bowl, frowning and stopping Meng Anran: "Are you crazy? How can you apply this stuff on a wound? You don't understand medicine at all, do you?!"
Meng Anran shook off Lillian's hand and sneered, "Do you understand?"
"I don't understand, so what!" Lillian said confidently, stiffening her neck.
"Since you don't understand, how can you judge whether I understand or not?" Meng Anran raised her eyebrows, and a light question left Lillian speechless.
She directly asked Situ Huajian for his opinion: "Situ, this is a hemostatic formula I made myself. It won't sting when applied, and it won't easily leave scars after recovery. If you don't trust it, you can also try Chinese patent medicine."
"Since I've come back to find you, I naturally trust you." Situ Huajian confirmed and pulled Lillian in another direction. "Lillian, don't make trouble."
Lillian's face flushed with anger. "How did I mess up? I heard from Grandpa that great Chinese medicine practitioners have decades of experience. She's not even as old as me, and she's a businesswoman. How much knowledge can she have about medicine? I'm afraid she can't even get a medical license!"
Sun Chengyu stood nearby, his hands folded in front of him. After hearing this, he took a deep breath and tried to restrain himself from laughing out loud.
As foreign friends, it is understandable that they don’t understand the value of traditional Chinese medicine.
It is understandable that you may not understand the application requirements for the Chinese Medicine Practitioner Certificate.
I think it is even more understandable that Meng Anran, a businessman, does not know medical skills.
What's more, Meng Anran is only 23 years old. Even if she is not a businesswoman, but has been exposed to medicine since childhood, perhaps no one would believe how great she is.
I can understand it, everyone can understand it.
Meng Anran didn't like arguing with others. She said goodbye to Lillian and concentrated on applying medicine to Situ Huajian.
If this medicinal mud is not applied soon, it will be dried up by the heater in the room.
After applying the medicinal mud and securing it with gauze, Meng Anran began to take Situ Huajian's pulse.
Lillian still refused to give up, full of distrust of Meng Anran's medical skills: "Huajian, let's not let her treat me. She knows a little bit and is just pretending. I heard there is a very good Chinese medicine doctor in China who lives in Jing City. Should we go there for treatment?"
"A very good Chinese medicine practitioner?" Situ Huajian raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
Lillian stroked her chin and recalled carefully, "I think his last name is Zhao."
Situ Huajian smiled, and Lillian looked at him in confusion.
Meng Anran pressed her finger on Situ Huajian's pulse and slowly replied, "Master Zhao Cizheng."
"Right!" Lillian tilted her neck high and glared at Meng Anran condescendingly. "You know, his medical skills are much better than yours!"
"You're right." Meng Anran curled her lips and looked up at Lillian's proud gaze. "He is my master."
Lillian's expression was as if she had pressed the pause button, her red lips slightly parted but no sound came out.
Situ Huajian coughed lightly, breaking the frozen air. "Lillian, Miss An is indeed Hall Master Zhao's only disciple. She also obtained a licensed Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner's certificate through her master."
"Impossible!" Lillian finally found her voice, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the hem of her skirt. "Zhao Cizheng is a master of Chinese Traditional Medicine. How could he possibly accept someone like that..."
She swallowed the word "merchant" back.
Meng Anran didn't care whether Lillian believed in her medical skills or not. She was an unimportant person after all. Her responsibility was to diagnose and treat Situ Huajian.
Turning her attention back to the pulse, she lightly pressed three fingers on his wrist, carefully analyzing the pulse, but her brows were furrowed tighter and tighter.
As he retracted his hand, his brows relaxed instantly, "Liver poison."
She turned her head and looked at Sun Chengyu, who understood immediately and took out a pen and paper from his pocket and handed it to her.
Meng Anran wrote a prescription, instructing, "Drink it after meals, three times a day. Eat a light diet, avoid smoking and drinking. You're weak now, so I'll give you a lighter dose. Take it for a week, and then I'll check your pulse and prescribe a new prescription."
After she finished speaking, she wrote the prescription. She gave it to Sun Chengyu and asked him to pick up the medicine. Lillian followed him to get it.
Lillian followed Sun Chengyu to the medicine cabinet, her eyes fixed on the prescription. When Sun Chengyu turned to get the medicine, she quickly took a photo of the prescription with her phone.
"Miss Lillian, are you interested in Chinese medicine?" Sun Chengyu suddenly turned around, scaring Lillian so much that she almost dropped her phone.
"I, I just..." Lillian locked the screen in panic and said stiffly, "I'm Huajian's fiancée. I just want to know about the medicine he uses."
Sun Chengyu saw through it but didn't say anything. He smiled benevolently and handed over the wrapped medicine: "This is a seven-day supply. The decoction method is written on it."
Back in the clinic, Lillian found Meng Anran giving Situ Huajian acupuncture. The silver needles flew across her fingertips, her movements so smooth and fluid that she was momentarily stunned.
"Have you seen enough?" Meng Anran said without looking up. "Do you want to take a picture and send it to your grandfather's medical team?"
Lillian's face flushed: "How do you know..."
"It's the reflection from the cell phone camera." Meng Anran said lightly, his hands moving non-stop.
"So what if I took the photo? If you don't let someone test it, who would know what medicine you prescribed?" Lillian said confidently, embodying the image of a spoiled aristocratic lady to the fullest.
Situ Huajian shook her head helplessly: "Miss An, I'm sorry."
"I should apologize to you." Meng Anran put away the silver needle and threw it into the alcohol for disinfection. "I'm the one who got you involved this time, otherwise you wouldn't be hurt."
Situ Huajian put on his clothes and suddenly asked, "You just said liver poison. Can you confirm what the toxin is?"
Meng Anran shook her head. "Taking the pulse can only confirm that there's something wrong with the liver. As for what kind of toxin it is, more advanced equipment is needed to detect it. However, Bai Yujin has been researching banned drugs. Even if a toxin is detected, it probably won't be confirmed what it is."
Lillian suddenly rushed to Meng Anran and bowed deeply in front of everyone's surprised gazes: "I'm sorry! I was too self-righteous! Please make sure to heal Huajian!"
Such a serious request made even Meng Anran stunned for a moment, then she chuckled, "That's what a human being would say."
As they left the clinic, Lillian, for once, took the initiative to carry the medicine bag and asked hesitantly, "Um...Miss An, are there any precautions for decocting the medicine?"
"Once the water boils, turn the heat down to low and avoid using iron utensils." Meng Anran paused, her eyes suddenly softening. "Ms. Lillian, I have to thank you for the Art Museum incident."
Lillian pursed her lips, her ears inexplicably reddening. Then, she proudly tossed her blonde hair over her shoulders and said in uncharacteristic Chinese, "It's just a small favor."
Watching the two of them leave, Sun Chengyu couldn't help but ask, "Boss, do you really believe that the young lady can make medicine?"
Meng Anran looked out the window at Lillian carefully supporting Situ Huajian, and smiled slightly: "Who knows, maybe there will be a surprise."
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