Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 38 Being criticized

After forty minutes, remove the needle.

"Come on, get up. I'll prescribe a prescription for you. Go buy some medicine outside and start taking it tomorrow. Boil one bowl of medicine for each dose. Drink it once a day after meals."

Wipe the acupuncture needle in your hand again with the alcohol cotton swab and put it back into the needle bag.

Luo Yang, who was standing under the bed sorting out clothes, heard that he would have to take medicine starting tomorrow. He looked up at Li Yancheng in surprise.

"Take medicine? I thought your method of curing illness didn't involve taking medicine."

"You still have to take the medicine. My treatment methods are actually the same as those of other Chinese medicine doctors. We all try to open up your blocked meridians, but they use the medicinal properties of the medicine, while I use acupuncture.

It is hard to say which of these two methods is better or worse. The former is milder, but you can regard my method as using strong medicine for a serious illness. Since it is a strong medicine, we must find a way to combine it with a milder method. This is the purpose of taking medicine.

As long as I don't tell you to stop, you should keep taking the medicine I prescribed for you. It's best to take it at a fixed time. For example, if you take it after lunch tomorrow, then take it after lunch in the future. Don't take it in the morning today and in the evening tomorrow, as that won't be conducive to your body's absorption."

As Li Yancheng spoke, he picked up the pen and quickly wrote the names of seven Chinese medicines on the prescription.

After receiving the prescription and seeing the handwriting on it, Luo Yang grinned and said with a look of disdain: "Brother, can you practice your handwriting? Your handwriting...tsk tsk, it's comparable to that of my brother's son who is in elementary school."

Li Yancheng's face turned red, he rolled his eyes in annoyance, and said stubbornly: "I asked you to take medicine, not to read my handwriting. It's useless to write beautiful words if it doesn't cure diseases."

Still a little bit dissatisfied, he raised his hand to grab the prescription: "Give it to me. If you don't like my handwriting, just copy it yourself."

Luo Yang hurriedly took a step back, letting Li Yancheng's hand grab the prescription away, and chuckled: "I just said that, why are you angry? OK, OK, your handwriting is beautiful, unique, and distinctive. I admire your handwriting, is that okay?"

"Just go away."

Li Yancheng waved his hands several times as if to shoo away a fly. He really wanted to throw Luo Yang out.

He was also helpless about writing. In his previous life, apart from signing documents and financial statements, he hadn't written anything properly with a pen for many years.

After he traveled through time and space to this life, he inherited the original owner's memory, but it turned out that the kid's handwriting was particularly ugly. The two uglinesses added together were doubled.

Because of this crappy word, he didn't know how many times he had been mercilessly criticized by the little girl when he was tutoring Ningning these days. Today, Luo Yang said it again, which made him feel a little ashamed.

But anyway, handwriting represents a person's face, especially in this era. If your handwriting is beautiful, you will be looked up to by others. This is a fact.

In fact, it’s not that he can’t write beautiful characters. After his soul traveled through time, the Chinese medicine inheritance that came with it had some. But it was written in calligraphy, and not to mention that they were all traditional Chinese characters, they were also seal script and clerical script from the Qin and Han dynasties. If this memory hadn’t been directly imprinted in his head, he wouldn’t have recognized many of the characters even in the context.

He can't write that kind of thing, let alone whether he can use a fountain pen to write in the style of a brush, just writing that kind of words in this era, haha... he doesn't want to be killed.

Being repeatedly criticized by Ningning and Luo Yang for his ugly handwriting made him more determined to practice good handwriting. It was only a little after nine o'clock after Luo Yang left. The hospital was silent. Only his place and the reception room at the gate were lit in the entire front yard. To be honest, it was still quite creepy.

He squatted at the door of the clinic and smoked a cigarette. Although he smoked, he always felt that smoking in the clinic was a bit too much. Unlike some doctors who could smoke while treating patients, he really couldn't accept that.

That's the situation now, no one thinks there's anything wrong with it, everyone is used to it.

He won't say anything bad about this or that, just be careful.

That's the public's perception. For many things, if there is no administrative order to force intervention, it is impossible for one or two people to change them.

Because he was thinking about visiting the ghost market and knew that he was a heavy sleeper, he simply stayed up that night. After smoking a cigarette, he returned to the house and sat directly behind the table, ready to organize the acupuncture techniques and experience inherited in his head, and practice calligraphy by the way.

When people have something to do, time always passes quickly. Before he knew it, more than four hours had passed. When he woke up from his immersion, he glanced at the watch on his wrist and found that it was already two o'clock in the morning.

He rubbed his sore right wrist and looked at the several documents on the table that he had sorted out over the past half day, a satisfied smile showing on his face.

In just a few hours, the words would definitely not change, they would still look like dog crawling. He was satisfied with the content he had sorted out.

After thousands of years of development and several wars, many medical skills have been lost. Many methods and prescriptions for treating diseases were compiled by later generations based on fragmentary words and their own experience.

Each school of thought has its own advantages and disadvantages. There is no question of which one is good or bad, and there is no need to step on one or praise the other. In his opinion, as long as it can cure the disease, it is a good medical skill, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine.

He was not sure whether the traditional Chinese medicine knowledge inherited in his head was valuable, but he knew that his method of treating diseases was very different from that of other traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

Other Chinese medicine doctors basically use medicine to treat diseases and regulate the body, and acupuncture is only an auxiliary means.

He is different. He relies entirely on acupuncture to treat diseases, and uses medication to assist in regulating the body so that the functions of various organs in the body can reach a balance.

The prescriptions he wrote out were all the most common conditioning prescriptions, which could be prescribed by any Chinese medicine doctor, including students who had just graduated from medical school. As long as he had memorized the prescriptions carefully during school, when prescribing the medicine, he would simply add or subtract the dosage of each medicine in the prescription based on his own experience.

Letting out a long sigh, Li Yancheng put everything he had just written into the warehouse.

After sorting out everything in his head, and most importantly, waiting until the political situation becomes clear, if possible, he might publish these things in a book, even if he has to pay for it himself, as it would be a contribution to the development of Chinese medicine. But now, let them sleep.

After cleaning up, he stood up and walked to the door to wash his face with the clean water in the basin on the washbasin rack, used cold water to stimulate his already drowsy spirit, put on his coat, mask, cotton hat, and cotton gloves.

He sets out on his first trip to the ghost market after his soul traveled through time.

(End of this chapter)