Chapter 490 Little Female Doctor

Just one morning.

She became familiar with it.

If you didn't look at her age, you would have thought she was an experienced doctor with many years of experience.

The man who was called had been waiting for a long time. He got up from his chair and walked forward slowly.

During this time, Meng Bujiu had been sitting next to him. He did not disturb Jiang Fubao, but instead held a book and read it carefully. However, he would glance at Jiang Fubao after reading for a while.

"Little doctor, no no no, little doctor, ah bah bah bah, that's not right, little, little female doctor, I always feel drowsy every day when I wake up, and my hands and feet are numb. I went to the clinic opposite to see the doctor, and he said that I didn't get enough rest, but I clearly went to bed early. It's really strange, can you take a look at me, what's wrong with me?"

The man who was speaking was over thirty years old. He originally wanted to call Jiang Fubao "little doctor" or "little doctor", but after thinking about it, he realized it was not appropriate to call a girl "lang" or "fu", so he simply changed it to "little female doctor".

Logically speaking, Jiang Fubao is young and a woman, so he shouldn't come here for medical treatment.

However, he heard that this clinic was opened by the daughter of the county magistrate, so in order to curry favor with the county magistrate and become familiar with him, he gritted his teeth and entered.

I guess it must be the girl in front of me.

He had no hope.

After all, it's just a formality.

"Please sit down first." Jiang Fubao saw that he was fat and spoke incoherently, and he knew what was going on even before he took his pulse.

"Do you like to eat meat on a daily basis? Do you eat less vegetarian food? Why do you suddenly feel dizzy in front of your eyes?" After taking the pulse, Jiang Fubao put down his hand, took off the handkerchief on the man's wrist, and asked patiently.

"Yes, I don't like eating grass. What's the point of eating grass? I'm not a cow. Meat is still delicious. I like to eat big fat meat, especially the wine-braised meat made by Lian's Restaurant. It's so delicious. I can eat a big bowl of it by myself."

As if he remembered the taste of meat stewed in wine, the man slurped his saliva and prepared to leave the clinic and have a meal at Lian's Restaurant.

"Do you still like drinking?" Jiang Fubao said as he took out a silver needle bag from the drawer.

The man didn't know what he was about to face, but when he talked about his favorite food and drinks, his face was full of smiles.

Therefore, he answered whatever Jiang Fubao asked: "Yes, I love it. I have to have half a pot of it every day, paired with roasted meat with thick red sauce. Wow, that taste is as happy as heaven."

"Whether you look like a god or not, I don't know, uncle. I only know that you are about to meet King Yan." Jiang Fubao's words made the man so angry that he stood up.

Before he could get angry, his vision suddenly went dark. If he had not been quick to grab the edge of the table, he would have fallen to the ground.

"You, you kid, how can you talk so irritatingly, you are cursing me to die early!" The man paused for a long time before he sat down with the help of the table, and he blamed Jiang Fubao.

Meng Bujiu, who was reading a book nearby, saw him like this and immediately walked up to him, staring at him with a bad look.

"This is a precursor to a stroke." Jiang Fubao said bluntly, and waved at Meng Bujiu, indicating that he was fine and could sit back and read.

Meng Bujiu stepped back obediently, but his eyes were always on the man.

"Cerebral infarction? What is cerebral infarction?" The man had never heard of this disease. His anger disappeared at once, and his eyes were as innocent as a one-month-old baby, yet revealed a hint of stupidity.

"Well, if it's not serious, you can still save your life. You know about stroke. If you are lucky, you may be paralyzed in bed. If you are unlucky, you will go straight to see King Yan. From your pulse, it is very likely the latter."

Jiang Fubao opened the silver needle bag, and a long row of silver needles of different thicknesses and lengths came out.

"What? I'm dying? Female doctor, little female doctor, no no no, miracle doctor, little miracle doctor, you, you save me, I don't want to die, I haven't lived enough, my little son is only five years old, how can I die, my wife is so beautiful, if I die, won't people miss me, no, I can't die, you save me, please."

The man was so scared that he almost peed his pants.

With shaking hands, he clasped his palms together and begged Jiang Fubao.

My whole body was shaking.

"Open your mouth and show your tongue." Jiang Fubao certainly wanted to save him. He had already taken out the silver needle, so he couldn't just take it out in vain.

She took out the thickest and shortest silver needle and spoke to the man.

"Okay, um." The man opened his mouth hastily. The blood vessels under his tongue were thick and purple, as if they were about to burst.

"I'm going to prick your circumcision and bleed you. Hold it in and don't spit it out. Keep your tongue in this position." Jiang Fubao walked up to the man, raised her arm, and gave him instructions before inserting the needle.

"Hmm." The man couldn't speak, he could only nod, with a groaning sound coming from his mouth.

Jiang Fubao moved very quickly.

After a few seconds, blood gushed out from under the man's tongue.

After a while, blood accumulated and flowed out of his mouth.

Jiang Fubao quickly ordered the maid to bring a bamboo tube and let the man hold it to catch the blood.

"Go sit over there. Remember, don't vomit. Next." The bleeding would take another quarter of an hour until the blood clot was released. During this time, she couldn't just sit there and watch. It would be a waste of time.

So she started to take the pulse of the next patient.

Meng Bujiu, who was standing by, swallowed his saliva involuntarily when he saw her stabbing the man so hard that his mouth was full of blood.

It seems like my body has cooled down a bit.

Little Fubao seems to be a bit tough.

Seeing so much blood, he didn't even blink.

Especially when he was taking the patient's pulse, he was in a trance for a moment and felt that Fubao had suddenly grown up.

His serious expression doesn't look like that of a nine-year-old child at all.

"Little doctor, I woke up with a severe pain in my neck a few days ago, so I went to the clinic and the old doctor said he would give me a massage. But since men and women should not touch each other, how could I let him touch me? So I went home, and my neck still hurts now. Can you help me? Is there any way? By the way, can you give me a massage? No, you are too small and your hands are not strong enough."

The woman tilted her neck and looked Jiang Fubao from top to bottom as she spoke.

If there were no female doctors in the city and she didn't want to be treated by a man, she would have to endure the pain.

When she heard that the clinic was run by a woman, she came here without stopping.

But the girl in front of me was too small.

But can a nine or ten-year-old girl really cure diseases?

How old do you have to be to start studying medicine? In the womb?

The woman was a little suspicious.

It was all thanks to Jiang Fubao that he couldn't hear her thoughts, otherwise she would have said something.

[Yes, I have been learning medicine since my mother’s womb.]

"No need for massage. I can just give you a few acupuncture needles. You have a stiff neck, and cold air has rushed in, so this area is extremely painful. It's so stiff that you can't move. Go and lie down over there." Jiang Fubao put down his hand that was taking your pulse and pointed to the bed on the left.