Chapter 13: Prescription

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  Sun Changgeng was only forty-two years old, with a family tradition of medical skills. Although he couldn't be said to have a big reputation, among the ordinary people in Lantian County, he had a good reputation. Thinking about it, it's not surprising that such a doctor would come all the way to give a poor villager a diagnosis. As for his medical skills, let's not say anything, but in terms of his medical ethics and character, he was absolutely not bad.

  After hearing about Zhao Erbao's injury, Sun Changgeng speculated that even if he could make it in time, the situation would be precarious. As a doctor with a parental heart, Sun Changgeng felt that regardless of whether he could make it in time or not, he couldn't just let this life slip away, so he brought his medical box and followed to hurry to Zhaojia Village.

  When they arrived at the village entrance, before they could rush to Zhao Erbao's home, Sun Changgeng and the villagers who were invited heard that Zhao Erbao's injury had already been cured by a divine doctor. If it were an ordinary doctor, he would probably be angry about running in vain, but Sun Changgeng didn't have such thoughts, instead, he became somewhat worried.

  According to his own knowledge of the illness, Zhao Erbao's injury was not light. With his own medical skills, he could only do his best, but someone was able to cure such an injury in such a short period of time; if it wasn't a divine doctor, then it must be a swindler. As a doctor, Sun Changgeng was very aware of some unscrupulous colleagues who would stop at nothing to make money, without caring about the patient's life or death, and would deceive whenever possible.

  He didn't rush to leave, but instead came to Zhao Erbao's house to see what the situation was. If he really encountered a swindler, he could also try his best to save him. In case he really met a divine doctor, it wasn't a bad thing in Sun Changgeng's opinion. Even if he couldn't learn the other party's skills, both parties could polish their medical skills together.

  When Sun Changgeng arrived at Zhao Erbao's home, he didn't see the usual crying and wailing scene, but instead found that everyone in the family, old and young, looked very happy. After asking carefully, it turned out that a Taoist priest named Chunyang Zhenren had come to the village and used an unbelievable medical technique to cure Zhao Erbao's injury.

  Sun Changgeng, who had already been misled, now felt even more that he had encountered a swindler. He hastily entered the room and examined Zhao Erbao's injuries. The result was that if he hadn't checked, it would have been fine, but as soon as he did, he was shocked by the scar-like suture marks that looked like centipede bites, and he was left speechless, standing there stupidly.

  After finally calming down, Sun Changgeng understood the benefits of this method for wound healing after just a little thought, but his heart was even more excited. Moreover, with that mysterious medicine bottle and strange pill made of unknown materials, Sun Changgeng knew that he had encountered a real master this time.

  After carefully recalling the requirements that someone had repeatedly mentioned before, and using the excuse of checking on the wound, he set off towards Zhao Er's house. Coincidentally, Zhao Qing-shan, a clan elder who was also invited to see him, happened to be passing by as well. Upon hearing that the other party wanted to meet him, he volunteered to act as their "guide".

  Even though he had heard that the Pure Yang True Man was not very old when he was at Zhao Erbao's house, Sun Changgeng still stared blankly when he saw the True Man.

  "This is Master Sun Changgeng, a renowned doctor in the surrounding areas, with exceptional medical ethics, skills and reputation. Master Sun, this is the Pure Yang True Man."

  Zhao Qing-shan, who was introducing in the middle, said that he still didn't forget to take a look at the oven that had just been built halfway and couldn't see its function yet. His eyes flashed with some surprise and doubt.

  "I've met the real person, and the clan elder's praise was misplaced. There's no need to mention any fame or reputation; I'm just doing my duty as a doctor." Sun Changgeng said humbly with a bow.

  Although surprised by the age and attire of this divine doctor, Sun Changgeng, who had just witnessed an unbelievable technique, did not underestimate him because of it. After all, fame is fake, but the stitched wound was real, as were the treatment methods and the mysterious small pills left behind.

  "A true doctor's integrity, my father once said that a doctor has the heart of a parent. Dr. Sun, please." Li Anran also returned a courtesy and made a gesture of invitation with his hand.

  As for the purpose of Sun's visit, Li Anran didn't need to guess that it was definitely because of his "amazing" medical skills he showed when stitching Zhao Erbao's wound. To say that this method is nothing in later generations, people who are brave and meticulous can basically do it, if they can practice more with pork, the technique will be even better.

  It can be placed in the Datang era, and the wound is sewn with a needle and thread to promote healing. The method of describing it as unbelievable is not exaggerated at all. Moreover, the thread used for suturing wounds before was that absorbable suture line, which would be automatically absorbed by the human body, and at that time, it would also be considered a magical place.

  "A doctor's heart is like a parent's, it seems that this person's father is also a fellow practitioner." Sun Changgeng was shocked by these words that had not yet spread.

  After the three entered the house, Zhao Erba brought in three bowls of water. This time there was really no tea leaves, only plain water, but it was boiled according to Li Anran's request. After Li Anran and others sat down in order of seniority, Sun Changgeng, who had been eager to get to the point, didn't make any more empty pleasantries and directly stated his intention.

  Knowing that fellow practitioners attach great importance to the inheritance of skills, even if anxious in heart, it's not stupid enough to propose learning the suturing technique. As for Sun Changgeng's words, which implied a desire to exchange ideas on medical techniques with himself, Li Anran naturally wouldn't be deaf to them, but neither was he foolish enough to say everything.

  In the several alternate history books that Li Anran had read, there were a few protagonists who were "rich" in modern knowledge and would give away benefits to anyone they met. After rambling on about some common sense regarding trauma treatment, Li Anran put down the ceramic bowl in his hand and proposed a suggestion, one that could bring mutual benefit.

  "Master Sun, I have a prescription in my hand that can be made into the kind of patent medicine we just talked about, which is used for nausea and chest tightness caused by summer heat stroke, dizziness, and motion sickness."

  "Unfortunately, I am currently in a situation where it is inconvenient for me to make the medicine myself, so I hope that Changchun Hall can help collect the necessary medicinal materials and work together to produce the medicine."

  "On one hand, it can bring effective relief and treatment to those who are suffering from heat stroke. On the other hand, I must confess that I also need some objects to do something."

  After listening to Li Anran's words, Sun Changgeng didn't care why a great person like him wanted to earn that kind of money, but was very interested in the prescription.

  "Since you're so keen, I'll naturally accompany you. It's just that this prescription..."

  As for the prescription to treat the symptoms of injury and heat, Sun Changgeng was not without it, but he was even more curious about what kind of divine formula this young-looking man could come up with. Just now, after a conversation, although they were all talking about medical skills, Li Anran also had some understanding of this Dr. Sun who came to the door.

  Li Anran, who was staring at the other party with great interest and thought that Dr. Sun should be quite good in terms of moral character, also stopped hiding and pretending to be mysterious. Although Zhao Er's family did not have pens and paper, which were considered "high-end" stationery, Dr. Sun Changgeng, as a doctor who needed to write prescriptions at any time, always carried them with him and took them out immediately.

  Li Anran picked up the brush, and before writing the prescription, he couldn't help but recall the scene of his grandfather Li Guizhen holding a bamboo whip to urge him to learn calligraphy.

  "It's a good thing Grandpa forced me to practice my calligraphy, which turned out to be not bad. Also, because I had to read those Taoist books, I specially learned traditional characters; otherwise, I would have been embarrassed today."

  Thinking of this, Li Anran, who had a pen in his hand, didn't waste any more time. He dipped the pen in the thick ink that Sun Changgeng had personally ground and, after calming himself down for a moment, started writing with lightning speed. Li Anran was using his most skilled running script, which he had learned from the famous calligrapher Yan Zhenqing's font. Under Li Guizhen's supervision, this handwriting was indeed not bad.

  In modern internet slang, it's absolutely high-end and classy. As a result, Li Anran not only made a name for himself in school with this skill, but also landed a part-time job that was much easier than ordinary tutoring, yet paid much more handsomely.

  "Good writing! Good writing!"

  As a doctor, although in many ways he is far inferior to those literary giants, it does not prevent Sun Changgeng, the heir of medical skills, from seeing the extraordinary qualities of this character.

  "Huh? Real person, this font is......"

  "Oh, this is what I've been practicing since I was young. Come, Dr. Sun, this is the prescription, including how to prepare it into a finished medicine, it shouldn't be hard to understand."

  Li An didn't intend to dwell on the words, so he picked up a piece of paper specifically used for writing prescriptions and handed it over after the ink had dried slightly.

  "This... how is this possible."

  Sun Changgeng, who was still appreciating the words, no longer cared about the words when he heard that someone not only wrote out the prescription but also wrote down the process of making the medicine.