Mu Huaixi didn't take the encounter that day to heart. She later realized that after Dr. Jiang went to the city, she was the only doctor on duty at the health center!
Fortunately, with the help of Fengjuan and Xiaohua, we didn't have any serious or acute illnesses, just colds. They all chose to ask Fengjuan for Western medicine. In the words of a local, "One cold medicine pill and a good night's sleep will do the trick, but Chinese medicine takes days to take and it's bitter!"
Although they said so, the villagers looked at Mu Huaixi with clear distrust. Finally, an old lady was willing to let her diagnose and prescribe medicine, but she saw that there were only five herbs in her prescription, so she immediately turned around and asked Li Fengjuan to get the Analgin.
After the old lady left, Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but burst out laughing. Mu Huaixi shook her head helplessly. Although the villagers seemed to respect doctors on the surface, they actually had their own standards. They didn't understand Western medicine. As long as they could prescribe medicine and give injections, they were good doctors. But who doesn't know a little about Chinese medicine? Of course, the older the doctor, the better. She suffered the loss because she was too young.
Fortunately, Mu Huaixi had thought of this a long time ago, so she chose to make a name for herself with plasters. The medicated oil she soaked in will be usable in two or three days. These days, in addition to sitting in office and reading, she has been thinking about how to build a usable stove behind the clinic.
It just so happened that another batch of red bricks ordered by Sister Hongxia arrived. Mu Huaixi went to ask for some, intending to carry them to the clinic in several trips on his bicycle. However, Wang Hongxia found out about it and directly asked her younger brother to deliver them to the clinic on a tricycle.
Sister Hongxia's younger brother is called Wang Hongjun, a warm and cheerful man from Northeast China. When he learned that Mu Huaixi wanted these red bricks to build a stove for boiling plasters, he immediately took on the job. "Comrade Mu, don't worry, I'm an expert at building stoves, and I will definitely make it perfect for you!"
Mu Huaixi remembered that he was an expert at making kangs, so she asked him to build the stove, thinking that she would send some candy, cigarettes and alcohol to the Guan family later.
"Doctor Mu, is your ointment effective? Can I buy some to take back? My father's legs and feet are not very good. He fell into the lake while fishing before, and he can't walk in winter," Wang Hongjun said curiously as he pushed the cart.
Mu Huaixi asked about his father's condition and said affirmatively, "Uncle can use this ointment, but it won't cure the disease completely. It can only make him feel better this winter. Next summer, I will send you a Sanfu plaster. Let uncle apply it for a few years continuously. It will provide a lot of relief."
"Can't it be eradicated?" Wang Hongjun frowned. He felt sad when he saw his father limping.
"If I can take his pulse and prescribe medicine, I would have a 70% chance of success." Mu Huaixi just mentioned the remote prescription. After all, the old man couldn't just have cold legs. Chinese medicine doesn't just treat the symptoms. She has to "observe his pulse and symptoms, know what's wrong, and treat it accordingly."
"Seventy percent?" Wang Hongjun was a little surprised. Doctor Mu's confidence gave him hope, but he also knew that his father was old and would not easily leave his hometown, let alone ask him to make a trip just for the sake of his legs.
Mu Huaixi also understood, she nodded, "Let uncle use the plaster first, and we can talk about it after the winter."
Wang Hongjun had more energy to push the cart now that he was looking forward to something. Mu Huaixi almost had to jog to keep up with him. This scene happened to fall into Cao Aijun's sight as he walked out of the pass. He snorted coldly and asked the people around him, "Has Ying Mingcheng from the Fourth Battalion not returned yet?"
"Deputy Battalion Commander Ying? No, isn't he on a mission? Do you want to talk to him about something?" Cao Aijun's companion was a little confused, then he remembered something and added with a smile, "Deputy Battalion Commander Ying is newly married and still on a mission. He's really hardworking. Maybe he can make a contribution this time. Alas, we're both in our twenties, there's no comparison."
"Yeah," Cao Aijun narrowed his eyes, staring at Mu Huaixi until she disappeared from his sight, and said coldly, "When Ying Mingcheng comes back, I'll have to ask him for advice!"
The stove built by Wang Hongjun was indeed very good. Mu Huaixi tried it out and found little smoke but a strong fire, which made the big iron pot she brought back from Jiangcheng burn red.
The medicinal oil she soaked in will be opened tomorrow, and the discounted cotton cloth she brought back from Jiangcheng was given to Li Fengjuan and the others to help cut. This batch of cotton cloth was the backlog of Jiangcheng Department Store. The quality was very good, but the prints were not popular. Considering Xiao Gaoda's favor as a purchaser, they basically bought it half and gave it away half.
Everything is ready, all that’s left is to make the ointment.
The next morning, Mu Huaixi arrived at the health center before dawn. She put the barrel of medicine oil next to the stove, turned around and went up Jinjiao Mountain. The frost and fog in the mountains had not yet dissipated, and the ground made a sound of breaking glass when she stepped on it.
Her hair was wet by the morning mist, gradually revealing its original curly shape, with strands of hair sticking up wildly, but Mu Huaixi didn't care. She was delighted to find that the higher she went, the sharper her five senses became. She could "see" the road ahead clearly without a flashlight, and could also see the small animals hidden in the mist and shadows.
An early-rising little squirrel, originally standing stupidly on a branch, was frightened by her movement and quickly went back into the tree hole. After she passed by, it curiously poked its head out to look. A gray-skinned mountain rat hurried by and froze in place when it noticed her. It didn't continue its journey until the footsteps faded away. In the pile of weeds behind the withered bushes, an unknown bird looked in her direction vigilantly. When it didn't sense any hostility, it folded its wings and gathered a few fur balls to itself.
Mu Huaixi also discovered a number of plants that looked like medicinal herbs, but she was determined to keep going up, so she decided to come back another time. She didn't insist on climbing to the top, but instead found a flat area on the mountainside as the sun rose above the mountains. She hid behind a tree, rubbing her hands, and waited for the mountain to clear.
The mist was dispelled by the sunshine, and the morning breeze was a little warmer. Mu Huaixi took out the book wrapped in oil paper from his arms with trembling hands, carefully turned to the page that recorded the plaster, and began to read silently.
What she took was not the "Golden Chamber", but the notes left by her grandfather, which recorded many contemporary prescriptions, strange prescriptions and secret prescriptions left by the ancestors of the Mu family. Among them, the plaster prescription had been passed down for hundreds of years and was carefully added to by many people.
Mu Huaixi had memorized these pages by heart. She had come to the mountain early in the morning to read the medical book, hoping to use her five senses to fully master the plaster-making process and complete it in one go. But to her surprise, after reading only a few sentences, a blurry figure appeared before her eyes. It turned out to be Grandpa!
Mu Huaixi held her breath as she watched the skinny, tall figure lighting the stove in front of her, then frying the medicinal oil. He was actually making an ointment! She watched her grandfather busy with her whole attention, discovering many details that had never been recorded in writing, some of which were completely different from what she had imagined.
She didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing any details. When she came to her senses, the mountains were already bright. Her fingers seemed to be frozen to the book, half of her body was numb, and she couldn't even lift her feet.
But Mu Huaixi was extremely happy in her heart, because she knew that she had obtained the most important thing in the medical field - inheritance!
Why are descendants of imperial physicians more sought after than rural doctors? Not only because they possess more classical prescriptions, but also because they stand on the shoulders of generations of great physicians and have inherited the complete legacy.
Mu Huaixi had once thought that she could use her talent to study the Golden Chamber. If ten years didn't work, then twenty, and if twenty didn't work, then thirty. She would eventually find enlightenment! But today she could see her grandfather making ointments, and maybe tomorrow she could see how the ancients practiced medicine and used drugs. These fragments of time would become her nourishment, fueling her growth!
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