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

After taking off her coat, the woman looked even more nervous.

Lin Zhilan pushed the pulse pillow next to her forward and said gently, "Put your hand on me, let me take your pulse first."

The woman slowly reached out and placed her hand on the pulse pillow.

These are hardworking hands, rough with distinct knuckles and a thin layer of calluses, but they are very clean, with not a speck of dirt between the fingers.

Lin Zhilan lowered her eyes and placed three fingers on her inch-long ruler.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand. "Qin Qing, you should also take her pulse."

"it is good."

Qin Qing was just startled; she meant no harm and cherished every learning opportunity.

"Master, is this a slippery pulse?" Qin Qing asked uncertainly.

"That's right, check your pulse rate again."

Qin Qing: "My pulse rate is a bit fast, around 120 per minute."

The woman listened quietly, not feeling slighted at all; on the contrary, she felt relieved to be able to stay out of the conversation.

As for her illness, she had already made a judgment in her mind.

If it can be treated, then treat it; if it can't be treated...

"Big sister! My master asked if you have any vaginal discharge?"

"Huh?" The woman reacted a beat late. "Yes...yes."

"What color?"

"Grayish-white...very smelly, very fishy, ​​like fish."

The woman's face flushed red as she forced herself to answer.

Her mother-in-law said she smelled terrible, that it was a disease, and that she was immoral to act like that.

But she was clearly well-behaved and hadn't done anything out of line. After hearing so much about it, she began to doubt whether she had actually done something.

Lin Zhilan said, "A slippery pulse indicates phlegm and dampness, and excessive heat. A rapid pulse indicates heat syndrome. Your condition is dampness and turbidity transforming into heat, combined with foul toxins. It has nothing to do with venereal diseases."

"Not a disease?" the woman asked, stunned.

"Hmm," Lin Zhilan said casually, "It's a gynecological problem."

"Then... is it still treatable?"

"It can be cured," Lin Zhilan said, already picking up a pen and writing on the prescription. "My medical care here is expensive. You can also go to the gynecology department, where injections and medicine can cure it, and you can save some money."

The woman quickly shook her head, "Dr. Lin, I brought money with me, I'll see you!"

She came with the courage to burn her bridges; money was nothing compared to life.

Moreover, when she thought about the grievances she had suffered over the past year or two, her eyes couldn't help but well up with tears.

Dr. Lin said it wasn't a disease, but she was going to settle accounts with her mother-in-law. What did all the scolding, harsh words, and grievances she'd suffered over the years matter?!

"Take seven doses of the medicine, decoct in water, and take once in the morning and once in the evening. During this period, avoid spicy food, seafood, and foods that may trigger allergies."

Lin Zhilan pushed the prescription in front of the woman, "Don't cover up so tightly usually. Change your underwear to cotton ones that are looser. Pay attention to hygiene down there. Wash your underwear with cold water first, then scald it with boiling water for a few minutes, and put it in the sun to dry. Don't air dry it in the shade."

The woman nodded hurriedly, took the prescription, and went out to get the medicine.

Qin Qing asked, "Master, does she have bacterial vaginosis?"

"This diagnosis is correct from a Western medical perspective, but since you are currently in the learning phase, you need to shift your mindset and learn the diagnostic and treatment principles of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are like two separate systems. Knowing more about them won't hurt, but you can't let your mind get confused. If your mind is confused, you won't master either system.

"I understand, Master." Qin Qing humbly accepted the instruction.

Lin Zijun knocked on the door and came in with a lunchbox. "Master, are you giving her extra help again?"

The fellow disciples have now formed a competitive relationship, vying for Lin Zhilan's favor and showing off every day.

Lin Zhilan glared at him, "Stop talking nonsense and go wash your hands and eat."

There are more patients in the morning, but fewer in the afternoon.

It was so hot that it was even hotter when we ate, and nobody had much of an appetite.

Lin Zhilan said, "Director Ye, I have a suggestion."

Ye Congshan put down his chopsticks. "Dr. Lin, please just speak."

"Could you buy three electric fans for our department? One for the counter, one for the examination room, and one for outside."

"I agree!" Lin Zijun was the first to raise his hand.

Lin Zhilan looked at Qin Qing.

Qin Qing silently raised her hands. "I agree too."

Ye Congshan said with a wry smile, "It's not that our department doesn't have the money, and it's not that I don't want to buy them, it's just that buying three at once is too conspicuous, and other departments will probably have objections."

It's not scarcity that's the problem, but inequality. If you have something that others don't, you'll become a thorn in their side.

Ye Congshan thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we just buy one and put it in your clinic?"

Lin Zhilan said, "Director Ye, our department is not short of money. Other departments may be envious, but it doesn't affect anything."

If they're really uncomfortable, just call them to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department. It's just conjunctivitis; I can cure it with a few acupuncture needles."

Previously, the TCM department was so idle that we were practically bored, and the salaries were so low.

Now that things are busy, the salary is still the same.

Since that's the case, why not improve your work environment?

Ye Congshan was a kind-hearted man who was easily swayed, and after being persuaded by Lin Zhilan, he actually agreed.

Departmental purchases can be approved; you can use the certificate to buy electric fans without needing industrial vouchers.

Lin Zhilan remembered that she had an industrial voucher left at home. "Director, when you go to make purchases, could you bring one back for me? I'll pay for it myself and issue the voucher."

"no problem."

Ye Congshan responded.

The department needed to buy fans, and both of the younger children were interested.

Lin Zijun said, "Master, there shouldn't be many people this afternoon. Why don't you go back and rest?"

Most of the patients who come now are there because of Lin Zhilan. Ye Congshan can treat minor ailments, and he has no problem getting medicine and prescriptions ready.

However, those who are willing to pay ten yuan to see a doctor are considered to have difficult and complicated illnesses. Lin Zhilan is really busy when she is busy.

Lin Zhilan glanced at her watch. "It's fine to go back first. If there's a patient this afternoon, explain to him that you should try to come in the morning."

"Okay."

Lin Zhilan did not leave immediately, but instead gave her two apprentices a task.

"In the next couple of days, you can compile a list of basic knowledge about gynecological diseases and see if you can write a document. Then discuss with the comrades from the Women's Federation whether you can give a presentation on this topic."

As the island's development progresses, two more groups of military dependents have come to accompany the troops this year.

Learning from the previous incidents of military spouses fighting, the military allocated land to the spouses and also organized literacy classes through the propaganda department.

Almost all of the participants in the literacy classes were military spouses.

Gynecological diseases are actually quite common, but that woman was the first patient to come for treatment.

Many people probably see it as a shameful thing and are forced to stay away from watching.

Fear stems from a lack of understanding, Lin Zhilan thought. This is also a form of literacy education, and it would be good to let the military wives who don't know these things understand.

Lin Zijun asked, "Master, do I have to write too?"

Lin Zhilan glanced at him. "What, you want to be selective about which ones you learn?"