After Man Bao finished his lunch, he pulled out all the needles of the patients who had reached the time, then threw them into boiling water and rolled them over. Zhou Lijun used clips to pick them up and dry them before continuing to use them.
Man Bao continued to see patients. The patients at this moment were still mainly older women. The youngest also had several children. They didn't care much about the men's eyes. They saw the male patients next door pointing at them.
Not only did they let them see it openly, they also turned around and pointed at them, making them burst into laughter.
In the end, the male patients next door turned red and became embarrassed.
There was a tough woman who spat at them and said, "See if you dare to act so careless and bully anyone as if you haven't seen a man before."
Man Bao didn't change his expression and looked completely unsteady, but Zhou Lijun blushed slightly, and then his face became more serious, as if he wanted to keep strangers away.
Some patients needed to take medicine immediately and then observe their symptoms, so she had to take the prescription, fetch the medicine, and boil it back. She also had to help Man Bao wash the used needles, which was very busy.
The aunt and nephew waited until the sun set. A gong and drum hanging at the foot of the mountain started beating, and some government officials shouted loudly to announce the end of today's free clinic, asking everyone to disperse and go home, and wait in line tomorrow.
But most of the patients in line did not leave, apparently intending to stick around all night.
There are also people who leave, but before leaving, someone will be pushed in. Even if they leave, they will not leave in vain.
The doctors finished the patients at hand, ahem, after seeing the patients, prescribed the medicine, and then asked the medicine boy to collect the medicine box and leave.
This was Man Bao's first time seeing so many patients independently, and he was in a daze when he put away the things on the table.
However, the oldest Doctor Ji was still energetic. He glanced sideways at Man Bao and said with a smile: "You must be tired. Here is the medicine bag. If you go back and take a bath, you will only be more tired tomorrow."
Today's fatigue will be reflected physically and mentally tomorrow, so tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are the hardest. Once you get through the first three days, the rest will not be so difficult.
Man Bao took the medicine bag and said, "Doctor Ji, why are you okay?"
Doctor Ji smiled and said: "It's not my first time. Okay, you go back quickly. I'm getting old and I can't hold it any longer."
Shopkeeper Lao Zheng was inferior to both of them. He was rubbing medicine and being helped by the medicine boy to go to the carriage. He said: "It's been a long time since I've seen a doctor like this, but I'm exhausted."
Daji pulled the carriage and waited aside. After Manbao climbed up, he opened a food box in the corner. Inside was a hot meat pie. Manbao made a sound, took one and asked: "Daji, how do you know our stomachs?"
hungry?"
Man Bao handed one to Zhou Lijun, touched another and chewed on it.
Daji smiled and said: "The young master asked me to go back and get them. I thought it would take too long to go back, so I bought a few at the city gate."
"Where are Shanbao and the others?"
Daji: "At the place where you get the medicine."
Man Bao spread his arms and legs and sat upright, "Then it will definitely take a long time for them to come. Daji, do you still have water there?"
Daji handed over a water bag.
The aunt and nephew ate the cake and drank water. They were almost yawning, and then Bai Shan and Bai Erlang helped Mr. Zhuang down.
Man Bao quickly helped Mr. Zhuang into the car, and Mr. Zhuang sighed: "I haven't been so tired for a long time."
Man Bao quickly opened the food box and let him eat the meat pie.
Mr. Zhuang took one, glanced at the four exhausted people, and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, it looks like they have grown up a bit."
Four people: ...With just one day's work, how far can you go?
Bai Shan and Bai Erlang were so tired that they could hardly lift their hands and had no desire to speak. Zhou Lijun was also tired, so he didn't want to speak either.
On the contrary, Manbao became more energetic and started to talk to Mr. Zhuang, telling him about the strange symptoms and some interesting things she had seen today.
Mr. Zhuang ate the meat pie quietly, looked at the eldest disciple, then looked at the other two disciples, and sighed in his heart. Why did he want to speak?
Man Bao talked all the way, but when he got home, he stopped talking. Then he took out the medicine bag and handed it to Aunt Rong, saying, "Put it in water and boil it. Let's all take a bath in the evening."
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but said: "You finally did something that is in line with what a doctor should do."
Man Bao: "Ah?"
Bai Erlang walked past her with his head hanging down, speechless. Bai Shan floated past her and said, "You talk a lot!"
Man Bao frowned, but before she could speak, Zhou Lijun walked past her and said, "Sister-in-law, aren't you tired?"
"I'm tired!" Man Bao said, "I'm tired, I'm tired, but it doesn't affect my speech."
Others told her through practical actions that being tired still affected her speech very much. No one was interested in talking at all. After taking a bath, she crawled into bed and went to sleep. There was no conversation all night.
When she went to the free clinic the next day, Manbao found that there seemed to be more patients lined up on her side than yesterday, and there were also some young wives and girls, who lowered their heads and mingled in the queue.
Others came with their faces covered and were pulled into the queue by some old women. The old women in line went out and walked to the end of the queue.
While Manbao ordered people to get hot water, he looked at it curiously.
Zhou Lijun put down his things and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm going to ask about it."
Man Bao nodded, "Don't ask people to jump in line. If you are urgently ill, you can come forward."
Zhou Lijun agreed and walked down the line. When he came up again, he said: "Sister-in-law, I have asked, and all those people are acquaintances. They are either their daughter-in-law, their daughter-in-law, or their nieces, nephews, etc.
Yes, they are all relatives anyway."
She leaned into Man Bao's ear and whispered: "Originally they didn't want to come to see a doctor, but they heard that there was a female doctor with good medical skills, so they came. Sister, they praised your medical skills."
Man Bao became proud, raised his chin and said, "Thank you, I will work harder."
Zhou Lijun: "...As long as my sister is happy."
Today there are many more patients of other age groups, and their symptoms are becoming more and more complex.
Man Bao never thought there was anything wrong with seeing a doctor when he was sick, but when he received the third patient of a young girl, he saw that she was carrying a sack on her head, with her face almost buried in it, and she had to worry about the nearby medical shed when she spoke.
The man inside was so quiet that Man Bao had to prick up his ears to hear it.
She frowned, stood up quickly, and called to the two strong maids standing by: "Move the table and chairs to the medical shed. I want to see a doctor inside. You can get a big curtain to cover it."
The door of the medical shed is covered."
The maid was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the girl hiding under the sack, quickly bowed and retreated.
Another one came forward and helped move the tables and chairs into the medical shed.
The girl moved uneasily, Manbao sat down again, smiled and waved to her: "Come in and sit down, we'll talk inside."
The maid who took the curtains came back soon. She took two pieces and tied them to the door with a high stool. When the two curtains were pulled, they not only blocked the eyes of the men next door, but also the female patients waiting in line behind them.
People's eyes were also blocked.
The originally tense girl relaxed a lot, and her voice when describing her illness became louder. She touched her eyes quietly and said: "...I don't know what kind of bug it is, but it hurts like a fire, and the more I scratch it, the worse it gets."
"A lot, now my chest is all red and blistered, I, I'm so scared."