The clinic had already ward up with a brazier, and Mo Yan lifted the thick cotton curtain to enter, where a surge of warm air greeted her, causing a few itches to arise on her frozen face.
The room was quite warm, and at this mont, there were already seven or eight people waiting in the clinic, mostly the elderly and children with weak immune systems, either coughing or feverish, all conditions caused by the cold.
Upon seeing Mo Yan walk in, their eyes brightened and everyone, regardless of age, stood up and called out "Little Divine Doctor."
Mo Yan quickly told them to sit down, and seeing that two people were coughing severely, she had Yuan Yue serve them recently boiled hot tea.
In the order of their arrival, Mo Yan checked the pulse of the child who ca first; after a mont, she withdrew her hand, and while she wrote out a prescription, she said to the child’s mother, "The child is not seriously ill, just that his spleen and stomach are weak, resulting in poor absorption of nutrition, which leads to his frail constitution and susceptibility to illness. I will prescribe two sets of dicine for you—one to treat his fever and cough imdiately, and another for after he recovers, which should be simred with his porridge or soup daily. Bring him back for a follow-up in three months."
"Thank you, Little Divine Doctor, thank you so much!" the child’s mother quickly expressed her gratitude, with the worry on her face visibly dissipating.
The child was a long-awaited blessing, born after seven or eight years of the mother’s marriage. Unfortunately, tis were tough during her pregnancy, and she never had a full al until the birth of her child. Born small like a kitten, the child barely survived but always had poor health, falling sick each winter and spring, with illnesses lasting for months.
Year after year they consulted doctors, and though dications were taken aplenty, the illnesses never fully resolved. The child, now eight or nine years old, was still the sa height as peers aged six or seven, which turned the hair of both parents white with concern. Only when they heard about the skilled dicine of Mo Yan in North City Willow Village, did they decide to seek her out, despite the distance.
Mo Yan patiently listened to the woman’s rambling, and when Yuan Yue returned with the dicine, she also retrieved a jar of honey from the storeroom, instructing the woman to take it for the child to consu.
Honey also helps with regulating the spleen and stomach, but since the child’s frail constitution was congenital, relying on honey alone wouldn’t suffice—a dicinal treatnt was required for a period.
This jar of honey, harvested from an orchard, wasn’t as effective as the honey produced in "Space," yet it was still much better than what was sold outside. Even unopened, its sweet fragrance wafted through the clinic, causing several children to crane their necks curiously in its direction.
After paying the consultation and dicine fees, the woman led her child away, clutching the jar of honey and the herbs, and thanked Mo Yan profusely. Mo Yan then continued with treating the next patient.
By the ti Mo Yan had seen the last patient and dispensed the dicine, most of the morning had passed.
Stretching her limbs, Mo Yan glanced at the water clock in the corner. Seeing that her "shift" would end soon, she decided to take a closer look at the prescriptions she had written today, pondering if they could be further refined to achieve their maximum efficacy.
Mo Yan’s daily activities were nurous and varied; it was impossible for her to spend the entire day in the clinic. Hence, she had set specific tis for consultations, typically ending before noon.
Over ti, the inhabitants of the surrounding villages gradually learned about her routine, knowing to co for consultations in the morning if they were ill.
Of course, if there were too many patients and she couldn’t see them all in the morning, Mo Yan would extend her ti until every patient was seen. If there were ergency cases during the afternoon or evening, as long as she was at ho, she would also attend to them. Such urgent cases were infrequent, occurring only a few tis a month.
As Mo Yan was absorbed in reviewing the prescriptions, the door curtain was lifted, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making her shiver involuntarily. Thinking it was Yuan Yue, she didn’t pay much attention until she realized that the newcor had settled in the chair opposite her, prompting her to look up.
"Sister-in-law, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell?" As soon as she saw it was Liu Qingqing, Mo Yan asked in surprise, noticing her pale complexion. She gestured for Liu Qingqing to place her wrist on the pulse mat.
Liu Qingqing’s face was pale, yet her eyes shone brightly, her tone tinged with excitent as she said, "Yan Sister, my period is half a month overdue, and I’ve also had a poor appetite these past few days. This morning, I couldn’t even stand the sll of eggs. Could you check for , could it be, could it be..."
Liu Qingqing left her question hanging, but her aning was clear—she suspected she might be pregnant.
Mo Yan’s brow furrowed slightly; she was about to say it was too soon to tell, and that it was inadvisable to be pregnant while adjusting her body with dicine, but seeing Liu Qingqing’s joyous expression, she held back her words. Instead, she nodded and placed her fingers on Liu Qingqing’s wrist.
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