167 Want to become a disciple? Okay, I'll dissect the body first
"Be your disciple? Feng Qingchen, you think too much. How could I possibly be your disciple?" Sun Zhengdao's reaction was even greater than Feng Qingchen's. He had an expression that said, "You're not stupid."
The head of the Imperial Medical Bureau took a little girl as his teacher. This was outrageous no matter how you looked at it. It was a pity that Feng Qingchen dared to think of it.
Who does Feng Qingchen think she is? She thinks that just because she cured Wang Jinling's eye disease, he will become her disciple. She is too naive.
Feng Qingchen also knew that he was overthinking. He smiled awkwardly and bowed quickly, saying, "I also think that I am overthinking. With Qingchen's ability, how could he possibly accept a disciple? Qingchen really doesn't understand. I would like to ask Doctor Sun to explain it to me."
How could she have the ability to accept disciples? She didn't come here to promote Western medicine. She also wanted to learn Chinese medicine.
"Ahem..." Sun Zhengdao coughed awkwardly, his face flushed. He said with a stiff face, "Don't underestimate yourself. Your medical skills are pretty good. Every profession has its specialties. You are good at external injuries. Your suturing skills and wound treatment are beyond the reach of ordinary people. My son, Sun Sixing, wants to take you as his teacher and learn the wound treatment and suturing skills."
How shameful, how shameful! The son of the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau actually has to take someone else as his teacher. How embarrassing it must be for him. But his stubborn son just refuses to listen to advice.
If he hadn't stopped her, he would have knelt outside the Feng Mansion and begged Feng Qingchen to accept him as a disciple.
"Ah... your young master? He wants to learn the art of wound treatment and suturing. I will teach him. Why does he need to worship me as his master?" Feng Qingchen had no intention of keeping the knowledge to himself. The reason why he didn't teach it to the people in the Imperial Hospital before was because those people were too annoying.
Not only did he want to learn without saying it, but he also accused her in a roundabout way. How could she be willing to accept this? Not only did she teach the other person but nothing came of it, but she was also scolded. Did he really think that she, Feng Qingchen, was a saint?
"How can this be possible? Without the title of master and disciple, how can I learn your secret skills?" Sun Zhengdao was unwilling to do this.
"What secret technique? Doctor Sun is being too serious. It's just suturing a wound. It's not a secret technique. Where is your son? I'll go teach him right away. I guarantee he'll be able to learn it in a quarter of an hour." Suturing a wound is not a difficult task. Feng Qingchen believes that as long as they watch her do it once, Doctor Sun and his son will be able to learn it.
Unexpectedly, seeing her like this, Sun Zhengdao fell into deep thought again, thinking to himself that Feng Qingchen could cure Wang Jinling's eyes, deal with the tricky hand of His Royal Highness Prince Luo, and had the first aid for stroke. Maybe she knew more than just this little bit, so it wouldn't be shameful for his son to worship her as his teacher.
His medical skills were among the best in Dongling, but he did not have the ability to cure Wang Jinling's eye disease. He had also seen Prince Luo's injury. If he were to deal with it, even if Prince Luo could save his life, his leg would be crippled.
This Feng Qingchen is more powerful than he thought. His son's choice might be normal. Thinking about it, Sun Zhengdao said to Feng Qingchen: "This is not urgent. If Miss Feng is free, I wonder if you can help me with a favor?"
Sun Zhengdao's tone suddenly became polite. Although Feng Qingchen was abnormal, she could not back down at this moment. She still hoped that he would take her to see the Ninth Uncle. She said proudly, "Doctor Sun, please speak up. I will do anything that Qingchen can do."
"Okay, Miss Feng is straightforward. I will just be frank with you. Miss Feng, my wife is feeling a little unwell, and I would like to ask Doctor Feng to treat her." Sun Zhengdao was trying to test Feng Qingchen.
If Feng Qingchen had some skills, he would allow his son to be his disciple. If Feng Qingchen only had that little, he would beat his son to death rather than let him be his disciple. At most, he would only allow him to learn the art of suturing from Feng Qingchen.
Treat Madam Sun?
It would be very troublesome if the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau could not cure the disease.
Feng Qingchen was a little worried, but in this situation he could only go ahead and hope it wasn't cancer or something.
Under the guidance of Sun Zhengdao, Feng Qingchen came to the inner courtyard. Standing at the door, he heard a woman groaning in pain. Sun Zhengdao stepped forward and immediately asked the maid, "Madam's pain has not subsided yet?"
"Yes, sir," the maid said with her head down.
Sun Zhengdao nodded worriedly, but it was obvious that this was not the first time he had an attack. Sun Zhengdao did not panic and just said, "Go, call the eldest son and tell him that Doctor Feng is here."
After all, I have to let my son see if Feng Qingchen has this ability.
Alas...if she still doesn't understand after seeing this scene, she will have lived two lives in vain.
Feng Qingchen sighed. Since ancient times, only masters have tested their apprentices, but never apprentices have tested their masters. It seemed that even if she became a master, she would not have any authority.
Feng Qingchen said that he was not happy at all about accepting a disciple, he just felt it was a hassle.
When he stepped into the room, he saw a woman about thirty years old lying on the bed, her face pale with pain. The woman had a voluptuous figure, but now she looked very haggard. Seeing that the woman was holding her stomach, and Doctor Sun couldn't do anything, Feng Qingchen guessed that she was suffering from one of those diseases. He apologized and went forward to check.
According to medical practice, the first step is to check the clinical response and let the doctor judge the symptoms, so Feng Qingchen did not have a smart medical kit. He just went forward to ask a few questions, and then pressed Madam Sun's upper right abdomen: "Ouch..."
As the pressure was applied to the affected area, Mrs. Sun's pain worsened.
"It's cramping, or severe colic." Feng Qingchen's face was calm, without a trace of smile on his face, and he looked extremely serious.
"It hurts so much. "Mrs. Sun was in so much pain that she had no strength left.
Sun Zhengdao stood aside, looking at Feng Qingchen's look and expression, and involuntarily slowed down his breathing. At the same time, he did not dare to step forward, for fear of disturbing Feng Qingchen.
"Does it hurt here?" Feng Qingchen pressed lightly on his stomach again.
"It doesn't hurt."
"Here?"
"It hurts." The fat lady was shaking with pain.
Feng Qingchen withdrew his hand and looked at Madam Sun's eyelids. Yes, the whites of her eyes and her face were slightly yellow. He continued to ask, "Are you experiencing any nausea or vomiting? When you had the disease before, you occasionally had a fever..."
"Yes, I do."
Feng Qingchen nodded and continued: "When did the disease occur this time?"
"Yesterday. Last night."
"Did you eat something greasy and then feel a cramp in your stomach?" Feng Qingchen could basically judge the symptoms, but he just needed to confirm it again.
"Yes, yes, it hurts in the middle of the night after dinner." Mrs. Sun was trembling with pain.
"Okay, I understand." Feng Qingchen nodded, but did not rush to draw conclusions.
Mrs. Sun's symptoms can basically be diagnosed as acute cholecystitis, but to confirm the diagnosis, necessary examinations are still necessary.
Although Feng Qingchen has extensive medical experience, she still needs to use various instruments to prove her judgment. Even if she believes in her own judgment, she must provide sufficient scientific evidence, which is a responsible attitude towards patients.
In modern times, even if she can confirm that it is acute cholecystitis, she will definitely ask the patient to undergo a liver and gallbladder scan and ultrasound examination. You cannot joke with the patient's body.
Even experienced doctors with rich clinical experience can make mistakes sometimes, so CT scans and the like are generally necessary.
This is why Western medicine is more popular than Chinese medicine in modern times. Western medicine's various examination techniques, coupled with intuitive treatments, are easier to convince people. At the same time, as long as the disease is not complicated, even a trainee doctor will not prescribe the wrong medicine.
Just use medicine according to the disease. If you have a stomachache, treat the stomach; if you have a footache, treat the foot. Never worry about anything else.
Traditional Chinese medicine is different. It emphasizes different prescriptions for different patients. In traditional Chinese medicine, even if the same disease occurs in different patients, the medicine used and the dosage will be different. After all, everyone's physical condition is different.
This requires more extensive experience and accurate judgment, so in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, people are only valuable when they are older, because only then will people trust you and will not make misdiagnoses based on their experience.
Using his sleeve to block the sound, Feng Qingchen activated the smart medical kit. As Madam Sun moaned, the "beeping" sound of the smart medical kit was completely covered up.
Feng Qingchen held Madam Sun's hand and examined her while checking the diagnosis results of the smart medical kit.
Sun Zhengdao had been staring at Feng Qingchen, but at this moment the door opened with a bang, and Sun Zhengdao had to look away, and Feng Qingchen successfully checked the diagnosis results.
Just as she had judged, it was acute gallbladder disease accompanied by gallbladder necrosis, which required surgical treatment to remove the necrotic gallbladder.
Feng Qingchen put down his sleeves, already confident...
"Doctor Feng." The person who rushed in was a young man of about twenty years old. The boy had a pale face, not the paleness of an illness, but the paleness caused by not seeing the sun for a long time. The look in his eyes was fanatical and admiring when he looked at Feng Qingchen.
As soon as he came in, he bowed deeply to Feng Qingchen and said, "Master, please accept my humble disciple's greetings."
Feng Qingchen quickly moved away and refused to accept his gift.
"Mr. Sun, you are too polite." She hadn't agreed to accept him as her disciple yet. Besides...
The would-be apprentice tests his master, so as a master, she can certainly test her apprentice as well.
Want to be her apprentice? You can...
She had to train her courage first. Her first class was to dissect a corpse. She was so afraid to hold the knife that her face turned pale when the instructor cut into the organs. When the instructor took out the organs one by one, she was so scared that her eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot. For a whole week, she vomited everything she ate. She emptied her stomach after eating a bowl of pork intestine noodles.
However, she got used to it, and later on, she could watch her schoolmate dissect a corpse while eating noodles with pig intestines without changing her expression.
If you want to be her apprentice, you must pass this level.
I don’t know if this weak and frail Sun Sixing has the ability to do that.
If there is, that would be great, she has found a good assistant and can work hard with him; if not, sorry, she, Feng Qingchen, will never accept him.
Feng Qingchen's eyes were half-narrowed, emitting a dangerous aura. Sun Zhengdao and Sun Sixing felt a chill at the same time. They had a bad premonition and looked up at Feng Qingchen. She had already suppressed her emotions and told Sun Zhengdao the results of Madam Sun's diagnosis.
"That's right. I wonder how Miss Feng can treat it." Sun Zhengdao said seriously.
This concerns his wife's health and his son's future.
"Yes." Feng Qingchen remained concise, her eyelashes trembling slightly, hiding the gleam in her eyes.
If you want me to treat your wife, I can...
Take me to see the Ninth Uncle first!
Everyone knows Ah Cai’s style. It’s never just about love… The relationship between the hero and heroine needs to heat up slowly, through one thing after another.