Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 451 Praise

Song Ying smiled and said, "It's good that it works. Please wait for a moment."

Madam He, who accompanied her here, was afraid of neglecting Madam He San, so she hurriedly said, "Doctor Xiao Song, can you see my third sister-in-law first? She has to go back to Shunqing Mansion after seeing her today."

The woman sitting opposite Song Ying stood up quickly and said with a smile, "Madam, please go first. Madam, please go first."

Song Ying frowned slightly, and the words "This lady lives far away" got stuck in his throat.

It was obvious that the other party was traveling with servants and carriages, so it didn't matter if he was a little late. It was obvious that he was the one who was in a hurry, but the poor were naturally short of breath when facing the rich, and subconsciously they dared not refuse.

She sighed secretly.

Unexpectedly, Madam He San said, "It's okay, you came first, you go to the doctor first, I'm not in a hurry."

Perhaps she had not expected the other party to be so approachable. The woman who stood up looked flattered. She sat down again and said repeatedly: "Madam is so kind and thoughtful..."

Seeing this situation, Song Ying sighed secretly again. The poor people were too humble. The other party just did what he should do, but because he was rich, he would be praised and appreciated.

Mrs. He San didn't care at all. She smiled and sat down and waited.

Those who were previously intimidated by her wealth became much bolder when they saw how approachable and cheerful she was. They couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong with you, Madam? Why did you come all the way to Qingshui County for treatment? Can't the doctors in the city cure you?"

After suffering from this disease for several years, there was finally hope of recovery. Mrs. He San was eager to talk to them and started chatting, "It's really hard to cure. My hand gets cold even in the summer, and it's even worse in the winter. If I couldn't see with my eyes, I would have thought I didn't have a right hand..."

Upon hearing this, one of them interrupted and said, "Then you have found the right person, Doctor Xiao Song. She is best at treating this disease. When she first came to Huichuntang and didn't know how to diagnose, she used acupuncture to cure many women of this disease!"

“Although my disease is also characterized by soreness, coldness and numbness, the cause is different from that of ordinary people. My disease is congenital, and I have seen many doctors but none of them worked. This time, I wanted to see Dr. Xiao Song to try acupuncture, but she said it was useless.

I had given up hope, but after taking the medicine she prescribed, I felt much better, and even my spirits improved a lot!"

This made the patients even more surprised. Although they always came to Huichuntang when they were sick, the medicine they took was effective in most cases. They felt that the doctors in Huichuntang were skilled enough. However, they did not think that the medical skills of Huichuntang were superior, but that the medicine here was the cheapest.

In their view, doctors with higher medical skills would naturally treat wealthy people and make more money.

Later, he learned that Doctor Ma had a senior sister who was a court physician, and also saw rich people coming from time to time, so his opinion changed a little.

Now they learned that the prescription prescribed by Song Ying was effective for the disease that the doctors in the city could not cure, how could they not be surprised!

After being surprised, they couldn't help but feel grateful and admired. With such good medical skills, they could have opened a clinic in the north or east of the city to make more money, but Huichuntang chose to open one on West Street to treat the poor.

At that moment, everyone praised Doctor Ma and Song Ying again and again. Doctor Ma had been practicing medicine for many years and had rich experience and superb medical skills. He accepted the praise calmly.

Song Ying, however, felt very guilty. She had only studied medicine for a few years, had seen very few patients, and had little experience. She was very worried that she was not worthy of her position.

If her reputation gets out and attracts patients with difficult and complicated diseases, but she is unable to treat them, wouldn't that ruin her own reputation?

She immediately decided to finish reading the borrowed book quickly and then go to borrow more from her master, so that she could finish reading and understand all the medical books in her master's room as soon as possible.

Next, Song Ying treated the lady opposite him while responding modestly. After treating the lady, he felt Mrs. He's pulse. She knew what was going on, so she said, "Still, use the same prescription as before. Take another thirty doses. You have to take your time with your illness. Don't rush."

Mrs. He San nodded with a smile, not anxious at all. She had been suffering from the disease for so many years, and now there was finally hope of recovery. She had endured such a long and hopeless time before, so how could she not accept a slow treatment?

Thinking that Madam He San lived in Shunqing Prefecture and it was inconvenient for her to travel back and forth, Song Ying said, "You can get a few prescriptions first, and then take the prescription to other pharmacies to get the same."

At this point, she remembered the recipe for the ghost painting talisman. Probably only the people in their sect could understand it. She felt a little embarrassed and coughed lightly, saying, "The recipe is written in a sloppy way. In case there are any mistakes, I will write another one for you."

"No, no!" Madam He San refused. "It's the same if I come back to get medicine after eating. You can also check my pulse and see how it is."

Since Mrs. He San didn't mind the trouble of running back and forth, Song Ying would not refuse the opportunity to earn money for medicine, so he did not insist.

During the whole day, Song Ying took the patients' pulses amid their praises, which made her feel very embarrassed.

When the last patient was sent away in the evening, Song Ying heaved a long sigh of relief. "I didn't expect that being praised would be so tiring. It's probably because I don't have enough confidence and feel guilty."

Lin Wenxuan: “…”

My junior sister is so talented and motivated, and the pressure on me as her senior is really great!

At this time, Doctor Ma suddenly coughed twice and said, "Wenxuan, tell your sister about Master Zhang's condition. She is smart and can help with the analysis."

"Oh, okay." Lin Wenxuan put away his sigh and talked about business, "Master Zhang..."

Wait, Master Zhang’s illness?

Lin Wenxuan finally reacted, his cheeks flushed, "Master, this is not good, right?"

Song Ying looked at the shy Lin Wenxuan, then at Doctor Ma who was awkwardly leaning against the roof, and was puzzled. What was Master Zhang's illness?

How come she didn't know that a doctor came to the clinic to see a patient?

"Hehe, there's nothing wrong with that. We are doctors. When we encounter a case that we are unsure about, it is normal to discuss it." Doctor Ma pinched his beard and tried to look calm.

"But my junior sister is a girl, how can I tell her these?" Lin Wenxuan's face was so red that it seemed like blood was about to drip out.

When Song Ying heard this, he thought of the middle-aged man who was hiding something a few days ago, a man who seemed to have an unspeakable disease. He had some guesses that he should be Master Zhang.

Doctor Ma stroked his beard repeatedly, feeling extremely embarrassed. If possible, he did not want to discuss this case with his nephew.

But Master Zhang's illness was really strange. They were men and didn't know some things, but as a girl, my niece should know and could identify some of the symptoms.

How can we treat patients if we cannot even identify certain symptoms?

Moreover, he had taken medicine for several days but there had been no effect. He had planned to give up and ask Master Zhang to seek help from someone else.