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

Lin Zhilan lowered her eyes and reached out to take his pulse.

A moment later, she withdrew her hand and went outside to wash it with soap.

"Lin Zijun, you should give it a try too."

Lin Zijun looked excited as the teacher taught.

Lin Zhilan: "Tell me about the pulse you felt."

"Teacher Lin, I don't know how to say it." Lin Zijun was a diligent student, but traditional Chinese medicine is a discipline that emphasizes experience. He had seen too few patients, so he could only have a very limited understanding of the pulse patterns described in the books.

Lin Zhilan had taught many students and knew this was a common problem for beginners, so she patiently asked, "Is his pulse real or weak?"

"A weak pulse."

"How's your pulse?"

"Quickly, more than five breaths per minute."

How do the cun and guan pulses compare?

"Wait a minute," Lin Zijun carefully felt the pulse again, "It's slightly weak."

"Hmm, not bad." Lin Zhilan nodded in satisfaction; he was quite perceptive.

The middle-aged men couldn't understand, and immediately asked, "Is superficiality good or bad?"

Lin Zijun "kindly" explained: "The cun pulse corresponds to the kidney. A weak and floating pulse indicates that you have kidney yin deficiency and upward floating deficiency fire."

The people surrounding them all laughed.

Everyone understands the term "kidney deficiency," even if they don't understand other things.

The middle-aged man's face flushed red as he forced a rebuttal, "How could that be? I'm so strong, how could I have kidney deficiency?"

Lin Zhilan ignored him and continued to teach Lin Zijun, "In the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine, in addition to pulse diagnosis, facial features are also very important."

Look at him, he has severe hair loss on the top of his head and oily skin. Although you can't see it, he probably has a lot of acne on his chest and back. In addition, he is prone to liver fire and is easily irritable. These are all manifestations of insufficient kidney yin and excessive fire.

She spoke slowly and deliberately, explaining things in a gentle and detailed manner.

Following her words, everyone looked at the man.

Baldness, oily skin, irritability, and only the acne on my chest and back doesn't match up.

However, some nosy people tried to tear open his clothes to verify, but he grabbed them. Judging from his nervous appearance, he must have been right about what Dr. Lin had said.

The middle-aged man remained defiant, saying, "I came to the hospital because my leg was injured when a roof beam fell on it; I have no other problems!"

Lin Zhilan smiled but remained silent.

Lin Zijun: "Teacher Lin, so besides these external symptoms, what other problems might he have?"

Teachers love students who are eager to learn and improve. Lin Zhilan smiled as she calculated, "Let's not talk about his kidney deficiency. He probably has prostatitis."

Lin Zijun turned to stare at the middle-aged man, eager to verify her statement, "Sir, do you usually experience symptoms such as frequent urination, urgency, or painful urination?"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, swallowed hard, and asked nervously, "Dr. Lin, how do you know everything?"

Frequent urination, urgency, and painful urination are things that people who haven't experienced them won't understand.

Lin Zhilan ignored him and continued fiddling with the abacus.

"Dr. Lin, can you cure this illness?" the middle-aged man asked with a fawning smile.

He saw doctors and tried many folk remedies for this, but none of them worked.

Some doctors told him to just bear with it, that a large hospital in the capital is researching this disease, and that maybe in ten or twenty years, he will be able to come to the hospital for surgery.

He refrained from swearing at the other person because they were a doctor.

Bear with it?

Easier said than done!

Lin Zijun and Ye Congshan also looked over. There is no surgical treatment available now. For prostatitis, Western medicine can only use penicillin to temporarily relieve symptoms, but there is really no effective way to treat chronic prostatitis.

Lin Zhilan said calmly, "It can be cured."

Before the middle-aged man could even feel happy, Lin Zhilan spoke again: "But I won't get treatment."

Why?

Lin Zhilan looked up and sighed, saying regretfully, "This is a man's disease. I'm a woman, let me treat you. Are you not being a good husband?"

"I..." The middle-aged man dared not lash out at the doctor, his voice dropping eight octaves: "There's only the way of the woman, where is the way of the husband?"

Lin Zhilan shrugged. "According to you, it still won't work. I'm a woman, I have to uphold traditional virtues, how can I treat a man's illness?"

"But you're a doctor..."

"Yes, I'm a doctor. Aren't doctors the ones who perform surgery on pregnant women? But when it comes to you, you're quite resourceful."

The middle-aged man slapped himself in the face, unable to utter a single word.

The person who had just shared the same thoughts as the man now looked somewhat embarrassed.

A short while later, they all returned to their own wards.

Lin Zijun chuckled to himself; he knew that Teacher Lin wouldn't let this person off the hook.

"Dr. Lin, the hospital director wants to see you in his office," a nurse called from outside.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Lin Zhilan dusted off her sleeves and went out, ignoring the man's earnest gaze.

Ye Congshan stepped forward to take his pulse, and the man exclaimed in surprise, "Doctor, you can treat this?"

Ye Congshan's hair was more than half white, and he looked like a highly skilled doctor.

Ye Congshan closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said, "Hmm? I can't cure it."

"I can't stop you from touching me for so long!"

Ye Congshan wiped his hands and muttered to himself, "I'm also learning from Teacher Lin, learning until I'm old..."

Lin Zhilan walked out of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department and smiled when she saw that familiar face, "Qin Qing."

Qin Qing squinted her eyes happily: "Dr. Lin, you still remember me?"

"certainly."

Qin Qing moved a step to the right and walked alongside her, whispering, "Dr. Lin, you've heard about that woman in labor, haven't you?"

Lin Zhilan: "I've heard about it."

"They're still making a scene, saying her husband doesn't want her anymore and they're making the hospital responsible." Qin Qing scoffed, "They even made a mistake in trying to save someone."

After finishing her sentence, Qin Qing sighed again, "Even the most hateful people have their pitiable side. I heard that her husband's family favors sons over daughters. She had already given birth to three girls, and now, with her fourth child, a boy, she finally had a difficult delivery due to a typhoon, and then this happened..."

Gender inequality...

These four words again.

Lin Zhilan asked another question, "What about her three daughters?"

Qin Qing said softly, "I heard it from others. The second and third daughters were sent away, but the eldest daughter is old and can work, so she stayed at home and is now taking care of her mother, afraid that her mother might commit suicide."

"Take me to see it."

"Huh?" Qin Qing paused for a few seconds, then said, "Okay."

In the ward, the woman sat on the bed, her face ashen, her hair disheveled, and her eyes swollen from crying.

Her eldest daughter, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, already had a mature appearance. She did not react to her mother's cries at all, but silently cleaned up the water stains in the ward.

She pushed open the door and almost bumped into Lin Zhilan.

"I'm sorry," she said, taking a broken, chipped enamel mug to fetch water.

"fine."

Lin Zhilan stepped aside and glanced into the ward.

The woman in labor was cursing the doctor and the hospital when she suddenly saw Lin Zhilan and recognized her as the "fierce" doctor from that day. For some reason, she panicked and suddenly stopped talking.