"Eh? Who tore off an extra page from the calendar?"
Wang Xiaohua was in charge of cleaning today. When she finished and tore off the calendar, she found that today had been skipped. Usually, she was in charge of this task, so she couldn't help but doubt herself.
Could it be that she tore it yesterday, or did she tear it too much today?
Mu Huaixi stood beside the table and coughed embarrassedly, "It's me, I accidentally tore too much..."
"Hey, Boss Mu, are you so excited for tomorrow? What's going on tomorrow?" Wang Xiaohua relaxed when she heard it was her, and curiously leaned forward to ask, "Could it be that the cafeteria is making sauerkraut hotpot again tomorrow?"
Li Fengxia hit Wang Xiaohua with a roasted chestnut and said, "You think you're the one thinking about eating it every day!"
Mu Huaixi blushed a little. The cafeteria made a sauerkraut and bone pot the day before yesterday. No one knew what kind of sauerkraut was used. The leaves were thick and prickly, but they were particularly chewy. The sauerkraut soaked in the aroma of meat was paired with the soft and tender meat on the bone, which was so addictive.
Jiang Wenyuan didn't go to the cafeteria for dinner that day, so Mu Huaixi told them how delicious the sauerkraut hotpot was. She suggested that they buy a pot and bring it back next time the cafeteria makes it so that everyone can try it together.
Mu Huaixi didn't take Wang Xiaohua's teasing to heart. All she thought about was that tomorrow was indeed a good day.
Tomorrow, Ying Mingcheng will be back tomorrow!
Mu Huaixi lowered her head, but raised the corners of her lips. Just thinking about him coming back made her unable to stop being excited.
Even though Ying Mingcheng had been on a mission for so long before, she didn't feel any anticipation, but this time she couldn't help but linger in front of the calendar and accidentally tore off an extra page.
It was really a mistake!
Mu Huaixi sat at the table with medical books and her medical notes spread out in front of her, but she couldn't concentrate. When she came to her senses, she found that the papers in front of her were all written with someone's name.
“…”
She looked up secretly and saw that no one else in the clinic noticed her. She quietly tore off the page of paper and wanted to destroy it completely, but when she thought that tearing off the name was not auspicious, she folded it on her thigh and put it in her pocket.
The reputation of the health center gradually spread after the fair, and the plaster was so effective that now more than ten people came to see her every day. Some people even came to her with prescriptions or medicine residues written by others, asking her why they couldn't eat well.
Medicine is as vast as the ocean, its principles are subtle, and the actual situation is often complex and changeable, so doctors will not deny prescriptions.
Mu Huaixi never judged the prescriptions of others. Instead, she carefully inquired about the circumstances, attempting to sort out medical theories and case histories, drawing lessons from them. As a legitimate descendant of the Mu family, she possessed a complete collection of inherited medical texts, and could follow the phantoms within them to diagnose and prescribe. She stood on the shoulders of giants, her growth prodigious.
As a descendant of the classical prescription school, she has always adhered to the principle of "different people, different prescriptions", that is, she tries to quote classical prescriptions as much as possible, and then add or subtract prescriptions according to the differences in the patient's physical constitution.
She would consider again and again before prescribing a prescription, first adding and then reducing the number of herbs. As the saying goes, a good doctor won't touch a prescription that contains more than thirteen herbs. The prescriptions she had written before generally contained no more than ten herbs, and now she has reduced it to about eight.
Don't underestimate this prescription of no more than eight ingredients. Each prescription is determined according to syndrome differentiation and the principles of monarch, minister, adjuvant and messenger. There are monarch drugs that mainly attack the symptoms, minister drugs for auxiliary treatment, adjuvants that cooperate with or inhibit the toxicity of the monarch drugs, and messengers that play a harmonizing and guiding role.
The amount of medicine she prescribed was generally no more than three sets. As long as the patients took the medicine according to her instructions, two sets would often be effective, and three sets would cure the disease. Gradually, she was regarded as a "little miracle doctor" by some patients.
Mu Huaixi is still unaware of her reputation. She only knows that every time she prescribes a prescription and lists the price, the patients breathe a sigh of relief - three prescriptions of eight herbs usually don't cost much.
"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu!"
Mu Huaixi had just applied a plaster to an old man when the mother of the third battalion commander and his wife came in. As soon as they arrived, they eagerly opened the cloth bag in their hands and asked, "Look, are these red dates okay?"
The father of the third battalion commander Ji Biao died early, and his wife Huang Qiaolan used to take care of his mother at home. After he was able to join the army, he brought both of them over.
Ji Biao's mother Fu Xianglian became very concerned about Mu Huaixi after hearing that she was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. She sent her homemade oil-dregs buns several times. After a few visits, she asked her to go to her home to take Huang Qiaolan's pulse. After all, the third battalion commander and his wife had been married for almost eight years and still had no children.
Old lady Fu first presented the gift and then invited Mu Huaixi, and it was difficult for her to refuse. Besides, the old lady was very good at speaking. She said that she knew she was a new daughter-in-law and originally didn't want to trouble her, but after what happened at the fair, she felt that she was kind-hearted and had good medical skills, so she had to trouble her.
Mu Huaixi knew that she was afraid of going out and asking others to see her. If they found out something was wrong, it would cause rumors and it would be embarrassing.
She had even given birth to a child, so naturally she would not refuse infertile patients. However, after taking Huang Qiaolan's pulse, she did not find any major problems, except that she had some spleen deficiency and blood deficiency.
After further questioning, Huang Qiaolan blushed and said that her menstrual period lasted seven days each time, with an alarming amount of blood. She could only hide at home and was unwilling to go out.
Mu Huaixi originally wanted to prescribe some medicine for her, but seeing that she was sensitive and timid by nature, he was afraid that a too formal prescription would make Sister Qiaolan misunderstand that she really had some problems, which would increase her psychological burden, so he told her a folk remedy for food supplement.
"We'll do as you said and find big dates with thick flesh and red color," Old Mrs. Fu grabbed a handful of big red dates and gave a few to Wang Xiaohua and Li Fengjuan who came over.
Wang Xiaohua loved eating these things. She knew they were good dates at first sight. She stuffed the red dates, which were as thick as her thumb, into her mouth and asked Mrs. Fu, "Auntie, where did you buy them? I want to buy some for my mother. Hey, why are all the dates in your bag black? Are they bad? I have to ask them!"
"No," Mrs. Fu handed over a date unexpectedly. This little girl could speak for such a long time. If it were usual, she would have chatted with Xiaohua, but now she had something important to do.
Old Madam Fu took out a handful of blackened dates and placed them on Mu Huaixi's desk. "Doctor Mu, take a look. These are the dates that have been steamed and dried nine times in the sun, just as you said. Are they up to standard?"
After being steamed and dried, the large red dates shrank by half in size, their color changing from bright red to a deep, dark red. Mu Huaixi took one and gently broke it open, a rich, sweet aroma filling her. She nodded, looking at Huang Qiaolan, who hung her head in silence, then shifted her gaze to Old Lady Fu. "That's right, two a day is enough, no more."
Jujubes are good for replenishing qi, nourishing blood and soothing the mind. Black dates that have been steamed and dried nine times have enhanced these effects, which is just right for Huang Qiaolan's situation.
When Wang Xiaohua and Li Fengjuan heard that this prescription was good for women and could regulate the spleen and stomach, and treat cold hands and feet and deficiency of qi and blood, they hurriedly asked for specific methods.
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