Mingruo stroked his sleeves. He looked like a young man from a wealthy family in this outfit. Mingruo was very satisfied. It would be good to create an image of an unattainable miracle doctor, which could intimidate the powerful people who came to see him.
"How old is your prince?" Mingruo was a little curious.
"About twelve or thirteen years old." Aunt Dong wrapped the bundle and handed it to Zisu.
"..." Si Haochen has grown so tall at the age of twelve and thirteen, and he is already sixteen with his body. Without comparison, there is no harm. Mingruo decides to take some youth calcium tablets every day from today on to supplement his calcium. I hope he will
Can grow a few centimeters taller.
"Princess, you and the prince are going to the palace tonight, and our family has arranged the family banquet until noon... You should come back early." Aunt Dong asked.
"Okay." If Aunt Dong didn't tell her, she would have eaten with her old apprentice in a medicine hall at noon. "I'll ask Lithospermum to send some mooncakes over later, and I'll make some new flavors in the small kitchen for the prince.
Give it a try.”
"Princess, please ask Miss Zicao to help the old slave prepare the lunch, and pack some colorful flat food. The prince likes to eat it." Aunt Dong requested.
"Okay, I'll send her over in a moment."
Mingruo returned to Zhuyuan and asked Zisu to change clothes, and then the master and servant went to a medicine hall.
As soon as the carriage stopped at the door of a medicine hall, Shen Cong came up to him: "Today is the Moon Festival, and the apprentice thought that the master was not coming."
"Not only am I here, I also brought delicious food to you and Nan Xing." Mingruo got off the carriage and turned around to take the food box handed over by Zi Su.
"Thank you so much, Master." Shen Cong walked into the medicine hall carrying two heavy food boxes. "During the holidays, the apprentice is supposed to give gifts to the master, but this... instead, the master gave me the gift first."
"It's just some moon cakes and fruits, nothing expensive." Mingruo waved his hand and continued to ask, "Are there any patients with appointments today?"
"Yes." Shen Cong put down the two food boxes, "Last time, Mrs. Zhu took the master's medicine and it was very effective. The day before yesterday, she asked the maid to come over and made an appointment for Mr. Zhu to see a doctor today. The young master of General Yingwu's family,
Although I don't have an appointment, I should come today.
Also, the apprentice admitted a patient with a broken leg bone yesterday. If I were here to treat him, I would have to amputate his leg to save his life. I don’t know if the master has any other options."
"I'll let you take a look at that person's legs first." Ming Ruo followed Shen Cong to the backyard.
The patient lives in the same room where Mu Ling stayed last time. Although the patient is wearing a smart outfit, the material is definitely not ordinary. Although he is lying alone on the bed, he has an aura that only a person in a superior position can have.
Ordinary people.
Mingruo checked the injury for him, and with the blessing of the medical system, the examination results obtained by Mingruo were much more detailed than the Chinese medicine doctor's bone examination: "Your left leg has a comminuted fracture. The best condition for conservative treatment is to save the leg, but
You can't exert force. In fact, it's almost the same as not having the leg. Moreover, growth will occur at the broken bone, and the pain will accompany you for the rest of your life.
For surgical treatment, the affected area must be incised, the tiny bone fragments inside should be taken out, and then the broken area should be fixed with a steel plate to allow the bone to heal slowly. After one year, the steel plate will be removed, and subsequent rehabilitation will follow, and the recovery will be basically the same as that of a normal person.
There is no difference."
Mingruo knew that it was difficult for the ancients to accept surgery on the body. Si Haochen was also building an operating room while sparing no effort to continue searching for Ice Soul Grass and Flame Heart Lotus Seeds.
After Mingruo explained the two options, he planned to ask the patient to consider them.
Unexpectedly, the man said directly: "I choose surgery."
Mingruo was a little surprised by this man's decisiveness: "Old Shen, go get a medical record."
Shen Cong directly handed the case book on the table to Mingruo: "Master, I wrote this yesterday."
Shen Cong followed what Ming Ruo taught and wrote on the first line - Name: He Lian, Gender: Male, Age: 24 years old... Then he described the condition, gave the diagnosis, and finally the last night and this morning. Medication status.
"The case is well written." Mingruo took out a pencil produced by Lu Qiaojiang from the medical bag she carried with her and began to add the results of her diagnosis.
"Master, General Yingwu brought his wife and young master to see a doctor." Nan Xing ran in from outside.
"Okay, I'll go over right now." Ming Ruo wrote the case and said to Shen Cong, "I'll come over to perform surgery on Mr. He after seeing the two scheduled patients. You can do the pre-operative preparations first."
Mingruo had written down all the pre-operative preparations before, and Shen Cong had already memorized them all by heart. He patted his chest and promised, "Master, don't worry, just leave it to me."
Mingruo went to the clinic to see the young master of General Yingwu's family. After a month of treatment, the child's subcutaneous bleeding had disappeared and his spirit was much better. General Yingwu came in person, first for follow-up consultations, and then for regular visits. Thank you.
Mingruo examined the young master, prescribed medicine for another month, and gave some precautions. She still received twenty taels of consultation fee. This time, the eyes of the general's wife were full of hope, and she was hopeful that Mingruo could be cured. His son believed it without a doubt.
Zisu sent General Yingwu and his family away, and Mingruo said, "You go to Fuxiangzhai now to deliver toilet water, and then go back home and tell Aunt Dong that I have important patients here and you don't have to wait for me for lunch." "
"Yes, sir." Zi Su carried a small box filled with porcelain bottles of toilet water and got on the carriage.
Mingruo was sitting behind the consulting table, thinking about He Lian's surgery. A gorgeous carriage stopped at the door of the medicine hall. Nan Xing and Shen Cong were making pre-operative preparations for He Lian in the backyard. The newly recruited guy who was responsible for taking medicine hurriedly came forward to greet him. : "What do you want to buy, Master and Madam?"
"We're looking for Dr. Ming." Mrs. Zhu replied.
"This way, you two." The clerk invited them into the clinic.
Zhu Yucai looked at the noble young man behind the consultation table. He believed that he could write poems and paint. As for treating patients and saving people, it didn't look like it at all. His wife was probably attracted by the beauty of this young man. Confused, just say that he has excellent medical skills.
"Doctor Ming, this is my master." Mrs. Zhu spoke first.
"Master Zhu, please sit down." Mingruo looked at Master Zhu. He was in his thirties, tall and strong, and had a good complexion.
Zhu Yucai, like most men who have no heirs, is unwilling to admit that he has a problem. His wife persuaded him for a long time before he was willing to give it a try. After all, the Zhu family's huge family fortune cannot be left uninherited. Those who are watching eagerly from the side Two or three bedrooms are not a vegetarian. I have worked hard all my life, but in the end I have to make wedding clothes for others.
"Check the pulse first." Mingruo motioned to Mr. Zhu to put his hand on the pulse pillow.
Although Zhu Yucai didn't really believe in Mingruo's medical skills, he still asked her to check her pulse.
Mingruo checked his own pulse first and felt something was wrong. Then he said to Mr. Zhu, "Please take a drop of blood to test."
