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Chapter 490 Little Female Doctor

But one morning.

She became familiar with him.

If I didn't look at her age, I would have thought she was an experienced doctor who had been practicing medicine for many years.

The man who was called had been waiting for a long time. He got up from his chair and walked forward slowly.

During this time, Meng Bujiu was sitting next to him. He did not disturb Jiang Fubao, but read a book carefully. However, he would glance at Jiang Fubao after reading for a while.

"Little doctor, no no no, little doctor, ah bah bah bah, that's not right, little, little female doctor, I always feel drowsy when I wake up every day, and my hands and feet are numb. I went to the clinic across the street to see a doctor, and he said that I didn't get enough rest, but I clearly went to bed early. It's really strange, can you take a look at me, what's wrong with me?"

The person who was speaking was over thirty years old. He originally wanted to call Jiang Fubao "little doctor" or "little doctor", but after thinking about it, he realized it was not appropriate to call a girl "Lang" or "Fu", so he simply changed it to "little female doctor".

Logically speaking, Jiang Fubao is young and a woman, so he shouldn't come here for medical treatment.

However, he heard that this clinic was opened by the magistrate's goddaughter, so in order to curry favor with the magistrate and make himself familiar with him, he came in despite his fear.

I guess it must be the girl in front of me.

He had no hope.

After all, it's just a formality.

"Please sit down first." Jiang Fubao saw that he was fat and spoke incoherently, so he knew what was going on before he even took his pulse.

"Do you like to eat meat on a daily basis? Do you eat less vegetables? Why do you suddenly feel dizzy?" After taking the man's pulse, Jiang Fubao put down his hand, took off the handkerchief on his wrist, and asked patiently.

"Yes, I don't like eating grass. What's the point of eating grass? I'm not a cow. Meat is better. I like to eat big fat meat, especially the meat stewed with wine made by Lian's Restaurant. It's so delicious. I can eat a big bowl of it by myself."

As if he remembered the taste of meat stewed in wine, the man sucked his saliva and prepared to leave the clinic and have a meal at Lian's Restaurant.

"Do you still like drinking?" Jiang Fubao took out a bag of silver needles from the drawer while speaking.

The man didn't know what he was going to face. When he mentioned his favorite food and drinks, his face was full of smiles.

Therefore, he answered whatever Jiang Fubao asked: "Yes, I love to drink it. I have to drink half a pot every day, paired with the roasted meat with rich sauce. Wow, that taste is as happy as a god."

"Whether you look like a god or not, I don't know, uncle. I only know that you will soon meet the King of Hell." Jiang Fubao's words made the man so angry that he stood up.

Before he could get angry, his vision suddenly went dark. If he hadn't been quick enough to hold onto the edge of the table, he would have fallen headfirst to the ground.

"You, you kid, how can you speak so irritatingly? You are cursing me to die early!" The man took a long time to calm down before he sat down with the help of the table. He blamed Jiang Fubao.

Meng Bujiu, who was reading a book nearby, saw him like this and immediately walked up to him, staring at him with a bad look.

"You are having a precursor to a stroke." Jiang Fubao said bluntly, and waved at Meng Bujiu, indicating that he was fine and to sit back and read.

Meng Bujiu stepped back obediently, but his eyes were always on the man.

"Cerebral infarction? What is cerebral infarction?" The man had never heard of this disease. His anger disappeared all of a sudden. His eyes were as innocent as a one-month-old baby, yet revealed a hint of stupidity.

"Well, if it's not serious, you can still save your life. You know about stroke, if you are lucky, you may be paralyzed in bed after the onset of the disease, but if you are unlucky, you will go straight to the King of Hell. From your pulse, it is very likely the latter."

Jiang Fubao opened the silver needle bag, and a long string of silver needles of different thicknesses and lengths came out.

"What? I'm dying? Female doctor, little female doctor, no no no, miracle doctor, little miracle doctor, you, you save me, I don't want to die, I haven't lived enough, my little son is only five years old, how can I die, my wife is so beautiful, if I die, won't people miss her, no, I can't die, you save me, please."

The man was so scared that he almost wet his pants.

With trembling hands and clasped his palms together, he begged Jiang Fubao.

My whole body was shaking.

"Open your mouth and show your tongue." Jiang Fubao certainly wanted to save him. He had already taken out the silver needle, so it couldn't be in vain.

She took out the thickest and shortest silver needle and spoke to the man.

"Okay, well." The man opened his mouth quickly. The blood vessels under his tongue were thick and purple, as if they were about to burst.

"I'm going to prick your veins and let your blood flow. Hold it in and don't spit it out. Keep your tongue in this position." Jiang Fubao walked up to the man, raised her arm, and gave him instructions before inserting the needle.

"Hmm." The man was unable to speak. He could only nod his head, with a humming sound coming from his mouth.

Jiang Fubao moved very quickly.

With a few swoops, blood instantly gushed out from under the man's tongue.

After a while, blood accumulated and flowed out of his mouth.

Jiang Fubao quickly ordered the maid to bring a bamboo tube and let the man hold it to catch the blood.

"Go sit over there. Remember, don't vomit. Next." It would take another quarter of an hour for the blood to be drained. She had to wait for the blood clot to be released. During this time, she couldn't just sit there and watch. Wouldn't that be a waste of time?

So she started taking the pulse of the next patient.

Meng Bujiu, who was standing by, swallowed his saliva involuntarily when he saw her stabbing the man so hard that his mouth was full of blood.

It seemed as if my body had cooled down a bit.

Little Fubao seems to be a bit tough.

Seeing so much blood, he didn't even blink.

Especially when he was taking the patient's pulse, he was actually in a trance for a moment and felt that Fubao had suddenly grown up.

The serious expression doesn't look like a nine-year-old child at all.

"Little doctor, I woke up a few days ago with a severe pain in my neck. I went to the clinic and the old doctor said he would give me a massage. But since men and women should not touch each other, how could I let him touch me? So I went home and my neck still hurts. Can you help me? Is there any way? By the way, do you know how to give a massage? No, you are so small and your hands are weak."

The woman tilted her neck and looked Jiang Fubao from top to bottom as she spoke.

If there were no female doctors in the city and she didn't want to be treated by a man, she would have to endure the pain.

When she heard that the clinic was run by a woman, she came here without stopping.

But the girl in front of me was too small.

But can a nine or ten-year-old girl really cure diseases?

How old do you have to be to start studying medicine? In the womb?

The woman was a little skeptical.

Fortunately Jiang Fubao couldn't hear her thoughts, otherwise he would have said something.

[Yes, I have been learning medicine since my mother’s womb.]

"No need for massage, I can just give you a few acupuncture needles. You have a stiff neck, and the cold air has poured in, so this area is extremely painful, and you are so stiff that you can't move. Go and lie down over there." Jiang Fubao put down his hand that was taking the pulse and pointed to the bed on the left.