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Chapter 298 Carry forward

After hesitating again and again, Li Xuemei took out the meatballs without mercy.

"Little doctor An, please take a look, may this prescription be useful?"

Dr. An took it and after seeing it clearly, he sat upright.

"This prescription... is very exquisite, and it is also a pill prescription. Once prepared, it can be stored for several months if properly stored. It costs a lot of money. It does not look like a prescription prescribed by ordinary doctors. May I ask, who wrote this prescription?"

"I copied the prescriptions from a book." Li Xuemei said: "The child's father collected some old books in the early years. They were too shabby, so he copied them again. There were some prescriptions written on them. This is one of them.

open."

Dr. An was a little excited: "That must be a medical book written by predecessors. It's a pity that such a good prescription has not been handed down."

He looked over and over again, and the more he looked at it, the more he thought this recipe was good.

"This prescription is better than what I prescribed. If you make pills according to this prescription and take it for ten days, Mrs. Cui will have no worries." Dr. An said pertinently.

Li Xuemei took out this recipe not just for this reason.

Mrs. Cui's illness needs to be cured, but there is no such prescription. She can still be cured by taking the medicine prescribed by Dr. An.

She took out this prescription as a test, and she didn't want the pearl to be covered in dust.

Their family is very self-aware, and their medical skills are profound and profound. With only half of the book "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions", they can treat people?

Too unrealistic.

Take Mrs. Cui as an example. Li Xuemei is 70% to 80% sure that taking this prescription will be right for the patient.

But does she dare to use it?

No, she doesn't dare!

Doctor An prescribed two prescriptions, which confirmed one thing.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

Dr. An Xiao's medical skills and ethics are impeccable. From his willingness to travel from Yongning to Huju for medical treatment, we can see that he has noble character and benevolent heart.

The city of Huju was able to improve so quickly. Isolation and even protection were all trivial matters. Dr. An Xiao changed the prescription against all the opinions and was the biggest contributor to the treatment of the victims of the Huju disaster.

They don't want the good medicine that can save countless lives to be left unused at home, but they also hope to save more people because of it.

In the continuous study, Li Xuemei was not without gains. At least she figured out that for the same disease, different people need to increase or decrease the medication. Old, young, and women, during pregnancy and postpartum,

It looks strong, but it is actually weak... all require careful analysis by doctors in order to prescribe the right medicine.

A prescription should not be taken just because it suits the symptoms, but should be adjusted according to the actual situation. This requires the doctor to understand the disease thoroughly and the prescription thoroughly, so that he can easily take the medicine and cure the disease.

"Ma'am, please keep this recipe properly. It is indeed a good recipe. Later I will write down the symptoms that this recipe addresses and complete it. I can keep it at home and pass it down from generation to generation."

As soon as Dr. An finished speaking, he immediately picked up his pen. Sometimes he paused, and sometimes he wrote quickly, writing a long article eloquently.

Li Xuemei didn't stop him and watched closely from the side.

He was a cautious person and wrote down clearly what signs the patient would have, how to diagnose the disease, what the pulse was, and which medicines could be added or removed as appropriate.

Li Xuemei nodded secretly.

Feeling relieved.

If you hand over the prescription to such people, why should they feel uneasy?

However, to be cautious, one should not rush too hastily.

Serve the food as soon as it is served, and people will whisper in their hearts, be more patient, and you will not be afraid of being late for a good meal.



Because it was a gynecological syndrome, even Mrs. Cui, a generous person, was a little embarrassed. She hid in Li Xuemei's house for a long time and asked Dr. An about every ingredient and dosage in the prescription, and memorized it several times.

, until he got a good word, he borrowed a handkerchief from his younger siblings and left.

To call it a beautiful name, trace a new pattern to cover up your tracks.

Yan Yu sent her aunt away and ran to the kang to roll around when she came back.

"Young lady, you made me laugh to death. The reason for the fancy look on your handkerchief was because my sister came back and gave you a few stitches. She was so anxious that she didn't even see it clearly, haha!"

"Keep your voice down!" Li Xuemei closed the window and glared at her, "Your aunt doesn't want people to know, so don't talk loudly."

"I don't care! Why tell this to outsiders? I'm sure not a word will leak out." Yan Yu lay on the kang, held up her little face with her two little wrists, and made a cute pose: "Mother

, do you think Dr. An can remember what you said? I just copied the prescription from the book?"

"Is there anything I can't remember?" Li Xuemei held in her hand the supplementary information given to her by Dr. An, and compared it with the contents in the book one by one.

"I've already said it's a book. Since I can copy out one prescription, there must be a second and third one... Look at what he wrote. A person who isn't careful can't write such detailed medical instructions.

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Li Xuemei folded the paper and sandwiched it in the book.

After thinking for a while, I copied three more recipes.

A woman suffered from childbirth, a child suffered from epilepsy, and a child suffered from typhoid fever and sweating.

Yan Yu thinks these three recipes her mother chose are wonderful.

When a woman gives birth to a child, she steps into the gate of hell.

It is very common for children to be frightened.

In Guanzhou, when the weather turns cooler, typhoid fever should not be too common.

"With these three prescriptions, Dr. An will definitely never forget our medical books." Yan Yu sighed.

"Just to make him miss it." Li Xuemei blew on the ink on it to make the paper dry faster.

"Find an appropriate time to send these to Dr. An. I'm not afraid that he will miss you, but I'm just afraid that he won't ask for it."

Until then, whatever you ask for will be the best.

A good prescription must be taken seriously by people.

Yan Yu: "It feels a bit good to make Dr. An think that our family is an inexhaustible treasure house. Hey, he comes to us for prescriptions when he has incurable diseases... I hope he can dig out all the treasures in our family soon."

She was very optimistic about Dr. An, and it was Yan Yu who proposed to give the prescription to Dr. An to promote it.

Li Xuemei glanced at her: "Actually, the best way is to send you to Huimin Hall to be an apprentice. You start from identifying medicines, learn their medical skills step by step, and then reveal our family's medical skills step by step.

There is such a collection of medical books, and the teachings are mutually beneficial. When you are taught, others will also learn, without giving any clues or leaving any traces."

Yan Yu stopped holding her cheek, quickly stood up, ran to her mother's back, touched her shoulder with her little hands, and squeezed it gently.

"Mom, don't let me learn from this. I don't want to misdiagnose people's symptoms, give them wrong medicine, and harm them. I'm scared just thinking about it!

How can your daughter have that ability? I'm just waiting to have my pulse checked. When the doctor gives me an injection, I won't complain about pain, and when the doctor asks me to take medicine, I won't add sugar..."

"Well!" Li Xuemei said leisurely, enjoying her daughter's massage, "I hope you will remember what I said today."

"Mom, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, should we make mooncakes ourselves or buy mooncakes?" Yan Yu decisively changed the subject. "I asked Aunt Rong, she knows how to make mooncakes! Our duck eggs are ready, let's make some duck egg yolks.

How are the mooncakes? If I make more, I wonder if they can be sold. I wonder if people here eat egg yolks..."


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