In her previous life, Su Ruyi spent the last five years of her life studying traditional Chinese medicine.
Her teacher said she was the most talented student he had ever seen.
Her teacher was a very famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
In the teacher's clinic, there was a medicine cabinet like this, which was also floor-to-ceiling, but it wasn't this big, and the variety of medicines wasn't this complete.
Su Ruyi walked to the medical record and picked up the pulse pillow.
This is clearly a pulse pillow that has been used for a long time. Although it is clean, it is obviously very worn out.
Whose boudoir is this, and whose clinic is it?
Why does everything here feel both familiar and like a different world?
As Su Ruyi stepped into the treatment room separated by the screen, she immediately knew that it was a room for acupuncture treatment.
She opened the needle case on the table, and a set of gleaming gold acupuncture needles appeared before her eyes in a pleasing manner.
As fine as cow hair.
In her past life, acupuncture was her perfect subject; she practiced it countless times on herself and her classmates.
However, he never dared to administer acupuncture to a real patient.
Su Ruyi walked to the window again and suddenly realized that the window seemed to be able to be opened.
This time, she didn't use her mind; instead, she opened the window with her hands.
The noise from outside immediately came through.
After listening for a while, Su Ruyi realized it was clearly a very bustling commercial street.
An ancient commercial street.
There were shouts of vendors, noises, and the occasional sound of horses' hooves passing by.
However, she couldn't see anything.
Because outside the window, there was a thick, impenetrable white fog.
She reached out and grabbed it, and her entire hand immediately felt a sharp pain!
He quickly withdrew his hand.
The pain in my hand stopped instantly, and there were no signs of injury.
Another restriction!
She closed the window, and all the noise immediately disappeared.
Su Ruyi returned to the second floor, stood in the lobby, and looked at the boxes she had brought in that morning.
There are two neat rows against the wall, a total of sixteen.
However, she tried, but couldn't open it.
Whether you try to open it with your mind or your hands, you can't open it.
If she had only suspected before that the spatial changes were related to these boxes, she was now 100% certain.
The contents of these boxes are very likely related to this space.
She tried to walk out of the hall, and to her surprise, this time she succeeded!
Outside the lobby is a short corridor, at the end of which is a room.
She walked to the door and pushed it open.
It is an ancient study.
Or rather, a small library.
Apart from a desk, there are rows and rows of bookshelves.
The room was brightly lit, and the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves were filled with hundreds of books.
Upon closer inspection, she found they were all medical books.
I wanted to just randomly pick one out, but I couldn't.
She tried them one by one, and finally pulled out the first book from the bottom row.
She picked up the book, opened it, and found it blank.
Just as she was about to close the book, she suddenly felt an irresistible spiritual force emanating from it, rushing straight to her brow.
The next second, she crouched down on the ground, covering her head.
It wasn't pain or dizziness, but a kind of control that froze her in place in an instant.
Countless unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar pieces of knowledge instantly flooded her mind.
This book is about dialectics.
The most difficult part of traditional Chinese medicine is diagnosis.
Su Ruyi squatted on the ground for a long time before getting up.
The knowledge that had just entered her brain had now been completely sorted out, as if she had already mastered this knowledge for many years, only to have forgotten it before.
She was extremely excited and wished a patient would come immediately so she could examine her body.
Just then, there was a knock on the door downstairs.
Then a voice came: "Dr. Su, are you there?"
It was an old woman's voice.
Su Ruyi's hair stood on end.
How could...someone be here?
She dashed downstairs and immediately felt the door that had been locked from the start disappear.
She mustered her courage and opened the door.
An old woman dressed in ancient costume, with a hunched back, walked in from the thick fog, leaning on a cane.
She looked up at Su Ruyi: "Dr. Su, I'm sick."
He showed no intention of scrutinizing Su Ruyi's clothing.
Su Ruyi's hair was still standing on end.
He is a patient.
Yes, this is a clinic, so it's normal for patients to come, right?
But this old woman clearly doesn't belong to this era.
She was wearing clothes of a strange texture; they were clearly made of coarse cloth, and the style was obviously ancient costume.
His hair was tied up with strips of cloth, and there was no metal on his cane.
His hands were rough like tree bark, and when he spoke, he had an unfamiliar accent, and the tone of his voice was clearly not from any dialect that Su Ruyi was familiar with.
This is a genuine ancient old woman!
However, she couldn't determine which dynasty it came from.
Su Ruyi's hair stood on end as she stiffly walked behind the examination table. She wiped the sweat from her palms with a handkerchief and then gestured for the old woman to place her wrist on the pulse pillow.
I put three fingers on it, but I couldn't feel anything.
Su Ruyi could only hear her own heart pounding.
Although the space itself is an extraordinary existence, the sudden appearance of the old woman is simply unbelievable!
The old woman said, "No rush, doctor, please calm down first."
Looking at her encouraging and trusting eyes, Su Ruyi relaxed a little.
She immediately remembered her teacher's words—the patient has just arrived, don't rush to take his pulse.
Having the patient sit quietly for a few minutes until their breathing is even makes the pulse more accurate.
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