After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhilan asked.

"Dr. Lin," Qin Qing pursed her lips, glancing at Lin Zijun, "what are your criteria for accepting apprentices?"

"You want to study Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"Yes!" Qin Qing bowed deeply. "I want to learn traditional Chinese medicine from you."

Lin Zhilan and the others probably don't know that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine keeps a low profile, but other departments actually pay a lot of attention to it, especially after the pharmaceutical factory was built.

Lin Zijun is a self-taught practitioner; he used to only be able to do massage, but I heard that he can now perform acupuncture under Dr. Lin's guidance.

Qin Qing's parents helped her choose the nursing school when she applied, and her current job is actually quite good; in the eyes of outsiders, it's a very respectable job.

But Qin Qing was unwilling to give up.

The completion of the pharmaceutical factory broadened her horizons even further.

She wanted to help Zhaodi, so she could only occasionally bring her some food.

But Dr. Lin almost indirectly changed Zhao Di's fate, and perhaps even the fate of many more "Zhao Dis".

She wanted to be like Dr. Lin.

Moreover, if Lin Zijun can do it, why can't she?

Seeing the fire burning in her eyes, Lin Zhilan laughed and said, "Learning traditional Chinese medicine is not an easy thing. Besides, there are only three positions in the TCM department right now, and even if you learn from me, you might not be able to get a job."

Lin Zijun pointed to the dark circles under his eyes and advised, "Nurse Qin, can you see my dark circles? They're from staying up late reading. I suggest you stick to being a nurse; it's such a stable job."

Lin Zijun only wanted to be his master's eldest disciple, and no one could compete with him for favor.

Be honest and steady...

Qin Qing was tired of hearing these words.

"Dr. Lin, I will try my best, please give me a chance!"

Lin Zhilan looked at her with appreciation, took two books from her office and handed them to her, "Let's not talk about becoming an apprentice for now. Take these two books back and read them first, and return them to me in two months."

If you still want to learn then, I'll test you. If you give up, just return the book to me. It's difficult enough as it is, there's no shame in giving up.

Qin Qing took the book, having already made up her mind.

She glanced again at the books on Lin Zijun's desk.

Lin Zijun quickly withdrew his hand, afraid that she would speak.

Qin Qing: "You..."

"Qin Qing," Lin Zhilan gently reminded her, "Don't bite off more than you can chew."

"Okay, Master, I'll go back to work now." Qin Qing's eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she quickly changed her tune.

"Mm." Lin Zhilan knew what she was thinking, but still casually agreed.

No sooner had Qin Qing left than a mother and daughter arrived at the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.

The girl was about three or four years old, being held in her mother's arms, and seemed somewhat listless.

The mother was wearing a faded, patched dress and carrying a bulging bag, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Fortunately, it was clean and tidy, so it didn't look sloppy.

Lin Zijun greeted him warmly, "Where are you feeling unwell? Is it an adult or a child?"

Yin Xiuxiu hugged her child tightly, her voice timid and hesitant, "I'll go find Dr. Lin."

"Master, someone is looking for you."

Before Lin Zijun could finish speaking, Lin Zhilan had already come out of the pharmacy.

"Dr. Lin..."

Yin Xiuxiu looked a little flustered. "I heard that it only costs ten yuan to see a doctor here... Can you treat all kinds of illnesses?"

Lin Zhilan felt she looked familiar, and after thinking for a while, she remembered, "Are you Qiangzi's mother?"

Qiangzi was Jiang Chengzhou's friend, the kid who dislocated his shoulder while climbing the tree last time. Lin Zhilan still remembered the mother and son.

Yin Xiuxiu lowered her head and said, "Yes."

Lin Zhilan: "If I can treat it, it will cost ten dollars, but the cost of the medicine will be extra."

"I know, I brought money," Yin Xiuxiu quickly replied.

She had already inquired beforehand before daring to bring her child over.

Lin Zhilan washed her hands and asked, "Is there something wrong with the child?"

Yin Xiuxiu lifted the child up a little, glanced at Ye Congshan and Lin Zijun, her lips pursed until they turned white.

"My daughter is five and a half years old, but she can't control her bladder. We've had her checked at the military hospital and hospitals in Guangzhou, but we can't find the cause."

Lin Zhilan reached out to the girl, "Want Auntie to give you a hug?"

The little girl turned around and hugged Yin Xiuxiu's neck tightly.

"She's a little shy around strangers."

"fine."

Lin Zhilan asked her to sit down while holding the child, and then took the girl's pulse.

"What's your name?"

The girl didn't answer, so Yin Xiuxiu quickly said, "She doesn't have a formal name. We just call her Nannan."

My daughter was born with health problems.

According to folklore, if a child is not given their full name, they can avoid disaster and save their life. The King of Hell and his minions will call for a child by their full name, but if the child is only called by their nickname, the ghosts and spirits will not be able to find the child, thus allowing them to avoid calamity.

Although it is feudal superstition, when human power cannot change it, parents can only place their hopes on these ethereal legends.

"Nannan." Lin Zhilan called softly, and the child immediately looked in her direction.

Does she speak normally?

"rare."

"Can I understand what you're saying?"

"Yes, she can," Yin Xiuxiu quickly replied. "She's very sensible and obedient."

Lin Zhilan then had Yin Xiuxiu walk the child around the ground twice.

He can walk normally, but he is a little unsteady and walks a bit crookedly.

That's a bit too bad for a five-and-a-half-year-old.

While making notes in the medical record, Lin Zhilan asked, "Is it only urinary incontinence? Does the child have any sense of defecation?"

"Yes, she tells the adults when she needs to relieve herself."

"Um."

Lin Zijun leaned closer and asked, "Master, what illness does she have?"

Yin Xiuxiu also looked over nervously; she had already taken the child to many hospitals.

He even secretly consulted a shaman and drank talisman water.

No one has given her a clear answer, and she still doesn't know what illness she has.

Many people advised her to give up, while others said that things would be fine once the child grew up.

But because of bedwetting, the children won't play with her. How will she go to school and work in the future?

Lin Zhilan said, "In traditional Chinese medicine, it's called urinary retention, and from a Western medical perspective, it's a problem with the spinal cord nerves."

Yin Xiuxiu quickly said, "We had an X-ray taken, and the doctor said our spine is normal."

Lin Zhilan patiently explained, "We are temporarily considering tethered spinal cord, which is an abnormality in the soft tissue structures such as the spinal cord and cauda equina, and cannot be detected by X-ray."

The gold standard for this disease is MRI, with CT scans as an auxiliary examination.

With current medical technology, even CT scans are not widespread, let alone MRI.

"What is tethered spinal cord?" Lin Zijun asked like a curious child, but Ye Congshan was also very curious.

Lin Zhilan remembers that the concept of tethered spinal cord was only introduced from abroad in the early 80s, but she really couldn't change the name of that company.

"It's a condition similar to spina bifida or low spinal cord."

Lin Zhilan didn't explain further and had Yin Xiuxiu take the child to the ward.

"Take off the child's shirt, I'll check her out."

"Okay." Yin Xiuxiu immediately did as she was told, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope.