Chapter Eighteen: The Doctor Who Doesn't Prescribe Medicine

  "This is the kimchi I just learned to make from a Korean couple in our neighborhood a few days ago. Take it with you and eat it, remember to put it in the fridge, don't leave it out for too long. If anything happens, be sure to call Auntie immediately, and also, when you're alone outside, absolutely don't get into trouble, think things through carefully, young people are prone to acting impulsively." In the morning, Wentai called a taxi over and loaded his gifts and many things prepared by Auntie into it. Originally, it would have been most convenient to just store them directly in the storage ring, but that couldn't be done, there had to be this process.

  Uncle Hu Kai Zhu is really busy now, no time to come back at night. Last night, Wen Tao chatted with Aunt Ma Yu Zhen for a long time before calming down her excited mood. As they spoke, she handed things to Wen Tao and tears flowed again.

  Wen Tao took over the things, and when his aunt said something, he nodded in agreement, then quickly got on the car. If it weren't for the necessary process to reassure his aunt and others, Wen Tao would have chosen a way like in Xinxian Town, let alone it wasn't too far away.

  The car had just arrived at the entrance of Shulan Aixin Clinic, and Wentao had moved all the things down and paid the driver. Before he could move everything upstairs, a nurse in white uniform, Yanlin, rushed out of the clinic.

  "Doctor Wen, why are you just arriving now!!" Yanlin looked very anxious, with sweat beads on her forehead. She saw the things that Wentao had placed there and went forward to carry the box: "I'll help you carry these in, please hurry up and go inside, the patients have been waiting for a long time. There are still several people with colds who haven't recovered yet, they need to continue getting injections. You should take a look, Wang Daigne is also here, last time..."

  Watching Yanlin struggling to lift the box, Wentai smiled and took it over: "Let me do it, you take care of those small items, and don't forget to put that pickled vegetable in the fridge."

  "Wait a minute and go inside, you can introduce yourself then. Now that you're telling me all this, I don't know what to do." Wentao weakly picked up the box and walked towards the clinic.

  Watching Wen Tao carrying the box, it seemed to have no weight at all. Yanlin slightly shrugged her shoulders and stuck out her tongue. Just now, in a hurry, she forgot that he was not Dr. Wu, and what those patients said before would not make sense.

  Although it was a bit hasty, Wentai's heart was calm, which came from his confidence in himself.

  Let's start with these headaches and fevers, accumulate some experience, and after getting familiar with this aspect, let go of your own hands. Even if you learn more knowledge, it's useless if you don't practice.

  More than ten people were already seated on the waiting chairs, except for two young men in their twenties, two elderly people and four children were all accompanied by someone. When Wentao came in, everyone's eyes looked over.

  "Is that the new doctor? He's so young..."

  "Can this young fellow make it?"

  "Mom, I don't think this is going to work out, let's go somewhere else and take a look. Look at that guy, he looks like a doctor!"

  Wen Tao walked by, and the crowd began to discuss it. Two parents with children looked at Wen Tao and took their children away directly.

  "Mrs. Ling, Mrs. Zhang, Dr. Wen just arrived, why did you leave?" Yanlin is familiar with these people.

  Mrs. Ling said gently: "Xiao Guang, say goodbye to Sister Yanlin, I'm going to my mother's house, and then go to the nearby hospital for an injection."

  Mrs. Zhang's mouth was relatively sharp, and she said with a pout: "If I had known that such an irresponsible doctor took over Dr. Wu's clinic, I wouldn't have come here. We've been waiting for half a day in vain. His beard hasn't even grown yet, who dares to let him see patients? Maybe he just bought a certificate and doesn't know anything. My son can't be seen by him, my son is leaving, we're going to the big hospital."

  Yanlin wanted to stay, but couldn't. Zhang's son just had a cold and the symptoms were very mild, not even needing an injection. Earlier, he was urging himself to take some medicine. The medicine here is cheaper than at the pharmacy and genuine. When they come normally, Dr. Wu also explains it to them.

  "It seems I'm not late!" Wentao looked at his watch and had already delivered the package inside and came back, standing beside Yanlin.

  Yanlin exclaimed: "Dr. Wen..."

  "Our clinic starts business at 9 o'clock, and it's only 8:50 now." Wentao didn't bother with the people who were leaving, those who judge by appearance aren't worth saying another word to.

  Yanlin explained: "Dr. Wen, you're not late, although our clinic is written as a 9 o'clock business, but when Dr. Wu was here, most of them stayed here. So in the morning, if there are patients coming, we start seeing them, so..."

  "Alright, you go take care of the patient." Wentao took over the things in Yanlin's hand and said: "From now on, unless it's an emergency patient, the clinic will see patients at normal hours starting from 9 o'clock. Without rules, there is no square."

  Back in the office, he put things aside and put on a white coat that was ready for him. Wentai sat down and took a deep breath. In the past, in Fresh Town, he had only treated two people, one of whom was himself, and the other was Niu Ren. Niu Ren was originally physically strong, and with Wentai occasionally giving him some medicine, he never got sick again. As for Wentai himself, he belonged to a special case that couldn't be treated as a normal person.

  At 9:01, Wentai officially started seeing patients. When Yanlin asked the patients to come in, he found that there were only four patients left. An old man, a child, and those two young people in their twenties, all the others had chosen to leave. Wentai was very calm about this, even if they all left, he wouldn't feel like there's anything wrong with it, whether they come or go is their freedom.

  The first one who came in was a woman in her thirties, accompanied by a seven or eight-year-old boy. The boy looked very thin and lacked energy.

  "Doctor, my son's stomach problem has recurred. This is the stomach medicine that Dr. Wu prescribed last time, which can't be bought at ordinary pharmacies. Please prescribe some more." The woman said, taking out a box of prescription medication from her pocket, which was a newly released drug.

  Wen Tao didn't even look at the medicine in her hand and said firmly, "If you're here to see a doctor, I can take care of you. If you just came for a prescription, sorry, no way."

  "Dr. Wu has prescribed medicine for my son before, and after taking it, he got a lot better. My son had all the checks done at a big hospital recently, just a bit of stomach trouble, nothing else is wrong. Otherwise, I'll give you more money." The people living around here may not be extremely rich, but they are mostly middle class.

  Wen Tao looked at the child and said, "He's still so young, taking prescription medication now. When will it end? If we don't get to the root of the problem, it'll be a real hassle later on. You don't need to say any more, unless I see for myself that he really needs this medicine, otherwise I won't prescribe it."

  The woman thought for a moment and said: "But I didn't bring any of my son's test results this time, and he hasn't been able to eat anything since morning. Would you like to...?"

  Wen Tao raised his hand to stop him from continuing, and since the woman agreed, he let the child sit beside him. He began to ask specific questions, and the symptoms were indeed consistent with stomach problems. When Wen Tao took the child's pulse, the woman immediately showed a strange expression. This was a community clinic, not a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and besides, he was still so young...

  After asking the number, Wentai bowed his head and started writing quickly. As he wrote, he said: "This child's stomach has a bit of a problem, but it's not a big deal now. The main root cause is 'spoiled'. At home, you should basically not eat regular meals, like to eat fruit snacks, fruit is not the more you eat the better, eating too much will also have problems. He just needs to change his living habits, you adults don't spoil him, no need to take any medicine, for the first few days, follow the porridge recipe I wrote for you, and then eat light meals for a few days, after half a month, normal diet with less raw and cold fruit is fine."

  After finishing speaking, Wentao handed the written note to the woman and pressed a small bell: "Next."

  The woman held a piece of paper in her hand, on which only the cooking method of a soup was written, and nothing else. After having so many medical checks for her son, it was the first time she encountered a doctor who refused to prescribe medicine.

  (Prescription drugs, abbreviated Rx drugs, are those that are regulated by national health authorities and require a prescription from a medical professional to be dispensed. They must be used under the supervision or guidance of a doctor, pharmacist or other licensed healthcare professional. Prescription drugs typically fall into one of the following categories:)

  1. Newly listed drugs need further observation for their activity or side effects.

  2. Certain drugs that can cause dependence, such as opioid painkillers and some sedatives and hypnotics.

  3. The drug itself has a high toxicity, such as anticancer drugs and so on.

  4. Special medicines required for the treatment of certain diseases, such as cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, must be prescribed by a doctor after diagnosis and used under the guidance of a doctor. In addition, prescription drugs are only allowed to be advertised in professional medical journals, but not in mass media.