Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

The next day, Xiang Ran took the high-speed rail to Linshi, taking the ultrasound report from another hospital and a stack of medical records.

It’s a neighboring city, and it only takes about ten minutes to get there by high-speed rail.

The urban clusters in the Yangtze River Delta are actually very close to each other.

She was still hesitating whether to disinfect the small table with alcohol wipes when she heard the arrival reminder.

After getting out of the station, I took a taxi directly to the pharmacy.

It took more than forty minutes on the road.

I rushed to the pharmacy and paid the registration fee using WeChat.

I scanned the code at the front desk, paid one yuan, bought a new medical record, and ran to the second floor.

The clinic is the innermost room, and there are people waiting inside.

Xiang Ran glanced at the introduction on the wall.

This young doctor is the fourth generation of the C family, a direct disciple of Professor Zhao, an associate chief physician in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at City A People's Hospital, and a master's student at Ning City University of Traditional Chinese Medicine...

It turns out that he was born in a family of medicine. No wonder he was accepted as a disciple by Professor Zhao.

Not long after, the door was opened.

A patient wearing a mask came out.

Xiang Ran put on her mask and walked in.

Just as she was about to untie her scarf and put her bag on the table next to her, the young female doctor looked up at her and said, "Don't put it here. Put it farther away, on the table by the door."

The tone is stiff.

The expression is serious.

But Xiang Ran did as she said.

After returning to his seat, the doctor asked Xiang Ran to stretch out her hand, took her pulse, asked about her symptoms, and then started writing a prescription on the medical record.

Xiang Ran asked, "Doctor, here are some examination reports from other hospitals. Would you like to take a look?"

The doctor took the report, looked at it for a while, and then gave it back to Xiang Ran.

He lowered his head and began to write the medical records.

Xiang Ran stretched her head to take a look and saw that the prescription she wrote was "Wuling San" with modifications, so she asked, "Doctor, do you need another navel diagnosis? I remember my senior brother told me that all schools of classical prescriptions are good at navel diagnosis."

The "senior brothers" that Xiang Ran mentioned were of course the people in Professor Zhao's group.

Xiang Ran was used to calling them "senior brothers" when chatting in the group, so he didn't change his words for a while.

Unexpectedly, the female doctor raised her head and glanced at Xiang Ran: "That's not certain. Why? Did you graduate from a medical school?"

"No, I'm an amateur practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine," Xiang Ran said. "Would you like to see the tongue coating?"

"Show me your tongue." The female doctor said calmly.

Xiang Ran untied her mask, leaned forward slightly and stuck out her tongue.

"Okay, no need to get too close!" The female doctor took one look and said, "Put on a mask."

Xiang Ran asked casually, "Um... Zhao Shu, would you like to refer to the prescription that Teacher Zhao gave me before? But when he examined me, I didn't have this inflammation yet, and I wasn't pregnant at that time."

"Teacher Zhao?" The female doctor frowned.

"It's Professor Zhao Shu."

"Have you ever taken Professor Zhao Shu's class? Did you learn from him?"

"No, no!" Xiang Ran waved her hands quickly.

"Oh, then why do you call him 'teacher'?" There was a hint of contempt and ridicule in the female doctor's eyes.

Xiang Ran thought that it wouldn't be too much to call someone who could teach a teacher.

Do I have to become a disciple and graduate from medical school before I can call him "teacher"?

"Since you've made an appointment with Dr. Zhao Shu, please let me see the medical records he wrote before," the female doctor said. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Xiang Ran handed over the medical records. The female doctor flipped through them several times and muttered, "Oh, no wonder! So you're looking for treatment at the Minkang Clinic. I was wondering, Professor Zhao's visits are rare these days, and most people can't get an appointment with him at all."

The female doctor immediately crossed out the prescription she had previously written on the medical record and wrote a new prescription for Xiang Ran.

Xiang Ran took it and took a look.

It was exactly the same as what Professor Zhao had prescribed before, even the dosage was the same.

Different symptoms, but the medicine remains the same?

Don’t we need to add or subtract?

"Is this... still the same as before?" Xiang Ran was full of doubts and couldn't help asking.

The female doctor said fiercely, "Just take this medicine for nine days. Chronic pelvic inflammatory disease is difficult to treat, but your symptoms are not serious at the moment, so don't worry."

After the consultation, Xiang Ran went to the pharmacy to get the medicine and found that it was a medicine that was brewed from bagged granules.

She couldn't help but recall what Professor Zhao had said himself - "It's better to make the medicine yourself at home, smell the medicine, and feel the efficacy yourself."

But since I have spent the money, I still have to take it home and boil water to drink.

Xiang Ran just had doubts about the medical skills of the doctor who treated her this time.

Regardless of the effectiveness of her medical treatment, although this female doctor claims to be Professor Zhao's direct disciple, in Xiang Ran's opinion, at least in terms of medical ethics, she needs to emulate her predecessors.

Professor Zhao has been famous for so many years, and he is always kind and friendly when speaking and explaining to patients.

People also look at the tongue coating very carefully and are not careless at all.

Previously, Xiang Ran saw an elderly patient who was chattering so much that his saliva was about to spit on Professor Zhao's face, but the old professor still showed no impatience, let alone being afraid of the flu virus or not.

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Sure enough, after taking the medicine for a few days, she found that it had no effect, but that was also expected.

But it seems like there is less anxiety.

Xiang Ran then remembered that the medicine Professor Zhao had prescribed for her before was to relieve anxiety - "Banxia Houpu Decoction" with modifications.

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It wasn't until Tuesday that Xiang Ran went to find Mo Shaohua.

B88, 2F, No. 3 Wanping Road.

This time, Xiang Ran did not take the wrong path.

But it has been almost two years since she last came here.

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When there was a knock on the door, Mo Shaohua was sitting in the boss chair, talking on the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he leaned back in his chair and asked Xiang Ran with a smile: "Did you make the right choice this time?"

"No, I didn't even ask, I just came straight to my door." Xiang Ran said with a smile. "I remember when I was underwater and saw a speedboat approaching. It was pitch dark and I thought I was being caught, but I heard the signal you gave me."

"The code is - 88 Wanping Road!" Mo Shaohua slapped the armrest of his chair proudly. "I'm smart, right? I thought if you were nearby and heard the code, you would definitely know it was me looking for you, otherwise you wouldn't dare to speak."

"Smart, smart!" Xiang Ran gave him enough emotional value, "Speaking of this, I really don't know how to thank you."

"If you want to thank me, you can always find a way." Mo Shaohua looked her over. "But, you didn't come here to thank me this time, did you? You didn't even bring a fruit basket... I heard that you... want to apply for the position of child development mentor at the Xu family?"

Xiang Ran blushed after what he said. She really had forgotten her etiquette!

I felt embarrassed to ask for help again.

I just silently took out my phone, opened WeChat, and wondered whether I should transfer some money to him.

What is the appropriate number?

Would it be too tacky?

"What's wrong? I was just joking. Why are you so nervous?" Mo Shaohua smiled, then pretended to be angry. "Am I the kind of person who would repay a favor? Don't think you can get rid of me by giving me a red envelope or something."

Xiang Ran flicked off the screen and said awkwardly, "No... I was just thinking that I might not meet the requirements."

"It's not that different. Although you don't have a master's degree, you have teaching experience in international schools abroad. But didn't you say you planned to study abroad for a master's degree?"

"I want to apply for a course for next autumn, so this period of time happens to be free."

Mo Shaohua: "Oh, Xia Yun said... do you think it's safer to work in a wealthy family like the Xu family? No need to worry about anything?"

"Manager Mo, what do you think?"

Mo Shaohua cleared his throat and pointed to the nameplate on the table...

Xiang Ran immediately changed her tone - "Mr. Mo, what do you think?"