Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 325 Prescription

As they were talking, the journey didn't seem long and they soon arrived at the door. From a distance, Song Ying saw Xiao Cui looking inside from time to time. Next to her, there was a mule cart parked.

Seeing Aunt Cen, Xiao Cui ran over and took some cloth from her. "Boss, how was the negotiation? Did the Shen family choose our cloth?"

Aunt Cen nodded and said, "Put the cloth in the car first and we'll talk about it when we get back."

Xiao Cui also saw the little maid and Song Ying, and smiled and thanked them, "Thank you for your trouble, give it to me."

Song Ying handed the cloth to her and said, "What's the trouble? I went to your store to buy clothes before, and you gave me such a big discount. To be honest, I should be the one thanking you."

Xiao Cui smiled, "Doctor Xiao Song is still so good at talking. It's obviously you who came to take care of our business, but you talk as if we have done you a great favor."

Song Ying had something else to do, so she said goodbye after chatting for a few words and left, rushing to Huichuntang to inform Doctor Ma and Lin Wenxuan that she would not come to the clinic for the next half month.

Doctor Ma naturally agreed. Song Ying was Doctor Lin's apprentice, so his learning progress was naturally decided by Doctor Lin.

Thinking that Song Ergu might come to the clinic to find her, Song Ying asked Lin Wenxuan to help inform Song Ergu and let her go directly to Shen Mansion. When she returned to Shen Mansion, Song Ying also went to say hello to the gatekeeper.

After arranging all this, she focused all her attention on the subsequent assessment.

She thought it would be difficult, but she successfully memorized fifty prescriptions within three days without any mistakes. Even Song Ying found it incredible.

Doctor Lin said, "Nothing is impossible. If you recite it every day, you will know it by heart. But don't be proud. This is only the first step in prescribing a prescription. The work on paper is the easiest.

The next step is to prescribe medicine based on the patient's condition and slowly accumulate experience. That is the real difficulty in a doctor's career, and it may take a lifetime to learn. "

Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the huge stone pressing on his heart had finally been removed.

Perhaps influenced by past experience, in her opinion, being able to prescribe medicine makes one a true doctor, so she regards this step as very sacred and difficult, and she would recite it over and over again before doing so.

She didn't expect that the test would be entirely based on what she had memorized, and she hardly needed to think at all!

She felt that her master’s teaching was magical. She was always able to break down things that people thought were difficult into something very simple. She felt that as long as she followed her steps, learning medical skills would be an easy thing.

Because she had already asked for leave from Doctor Ma and there were almost no patients visiting her during the first month of the year, in the following days, while she was still memorizing medical books, she simply used all her free time to copy the book "Su Nu Qi Fang".

But soon, she realized what the real difficulty of what Dr. Lin said was.

After the first month of the lunar calendar, on the morning of the first day of the second lunar month, just as the clinic opened, a woman from the steamed bun shop across the street immediately stood up and pulled a little boy over. As soon as she entered the door, she said, "My God, Doctor Ma, you are finally open. Please come and take a look at my child. He has had a cough since the morning of the day before yesterday, and it has been getting worse in the past few days."

While she was talking, the little boy coughed a few times and spat out phlegm. After a while, he started coughing again.

Song Ying was speechless after listening to this. Although he wanted to hope for a good omen for the whole year, he also had to consider the situation. The child's cough was already so serious, so why bother about a good omen? If something bad really happened, there would be no medicine for regret in the world.

After secretly complaining a few words, she called the mother and son: "Hurry up to the clinic, I'll go call my uncle."

At this moment, Doctor Ma had just finished breakfast and was washing up in the backyard. After hearing Song Ying's description, he quickly washed up and went to the clinic.

Song Ying took a small stool and sat next to him, with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him.

"Doctor Ma, please take a look quickly." The woman pushed the boy forward anxiously. The boy couldn't help but turned his head, took out a handkerchief, spat, and then stretched out his hand for Doctor Ma to feel his pulse.

Doctor Ma felt the patient's pulse and said, "Come, open the handkerchief and let me see it."

The little boy was a little embarrassed, and only untied the handkerchief under the woman's urging. Doctor Ma glanced at the sputum on the handkerchief and nodded, "The sputum is clear and thin, but the amount is large."

Hearing this, Song Ying also observed carefully. The sputum on the handkerchief was not just the one just now. Some were dry and some were wet, but it was easy to tell which ones were just vomited by the boy.

She looked carefully and found that the sputum was green instead of thick yellow...

"When did you start coughing?" Doctor Ma asked again.

"The morning of the day before yesterday." The woman answered anxiously.

Doctor Ma said, "Let the child answer for himself."

The woman was a little confused, but she didn't say anything. She pushed the little boy and said, "Erhu, tell Doctor Ma all your symptoms."

Song Ying, who had seen Doctor Ma treat patients, knew that he wanted to listen to the boy's voice and hear whether he spoke hoarsely.

Sure enough, the little boy opened his mouth with a hoarse voice: "I just keep coughing, and it feels like there is phlegm in my throat, it's very uncomfortable."

Doctor Ma gave him an encouraging look and asked kindly, "Does your throat hurt?"

The little boy nodded. "It hurts! It hurts a lot. Even swallowing hurts, but my throat is so dry."

"Are you going to vomit?" Doctor Ma asked again.

“I feel nauseous and want to vomit sometimes.”

"Are you feeling cold?"

The little boy didn't know how to answer this question. In his understanding, winter is always cold.

His mother answered for him, "He has been feeling cold these past few days. He keeps warm by the fire every day and still feels cold. He also keeps warm by using a baking pan at night."

Doctor Ma nodded, and looked at the boy's eyes and mouth again. After a thorough inspection, he said, "He has a cold lung and stomach syndrome. Song Ying, prescribe Xiao Qing Long Tang."

Song Ying responded, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and began to write: 3 liang of ephedra without nodes, 3 liang of peony, 2 liang of asarum, 3 liang of dried ginger, 3 liang of licorice, 3 liang of cassia twig without skin, 3 liang of Schisandra chinensis, and 3 liang of Pinellia.

After she finished writing, she picked up Doctor Ma and said, "Uncle Master, take a look."

Doctor Ma looked at the little boy and asked, "How old are you?"

"Seven years old."

Although he knew that the practice of counting age in Chinese characters was not popular in Qingshui County, Ma Dada still patiently asked, "Is it the Chinese character age or the real age?"

"Real age, real age. We don't care about virtual age." The woman said hurriedly.

Doctor Ma picked up his pen, made a few changes to the prescription, and said to Song Ying, "He is young, so you can use less of these herbs."

Song Ying leaned over to take a look, and the first thing she noticed was that her handwriting style was very different from that of Doctor Ma. Hers was neat and concise, while Doctor Ma's was very flamboyant. If she had not helped Lin Wenxuan get medicine before and had not been used to it for a while, she would not have been able to tell at first what he had changed.