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

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Sheng Yang informed Aunt Zhang that Professor Zhao Shu would be here in half an hour.

Professor Zhao came to treat Songxuan's eczema.

Aunt Zhang hurried upstairs to tell Xiang Ran to wake the baby up.

But Songxuan had finished his nap an hour ago, and Xiang Ran was teaching him nursery rhymes.

As soon as Xiang Ran heard that Professor Zhao was coming, she immediately asked Aunt Zhang to take care of Song Xuan.

I put on makeup and disguised myself.

-

As a famous Chinese medicine doctor, Professor Zhao is naturally very good at observing, smelling, asking and feeling.

It would be quite embarrassing if he recognized me on the spot.

Xiang Ran put on a mask before daring to go downstairs.

She made up her mind not to say a word unless necessary.

Just listening nearby.

Not long after, Professor Zhao arrived.

According to Professor Zhao's own introduction to Aunt Zhang, he came here after taking Uncle Sheng Yang's pulse at the Sheng residence.

Aunt Zhang quickly carried Songxuan over.

Professor Zhao is also at the age where he can enjoy playing with his grandchildren.

He was very fond of Song Xuan, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he held her in his arms directly.

I first looked at the little guy's tongue and butt, then touched his belly.

"It's okay. The eczema isn't serious. Just eat less fruits and vegetables." Professor Zhao handed Songxuan to Aunt Zhang, then turned to Xiang Ran and said, "I'll prescribe a modified version of Ma Xing Shi Gan Tang. After the medicine is boiled, buy some maltose and pears and put them in. It'll taste better this way."

Isn’t Ma Xing Shi Gan Tang mainly used to treat pneumonia in children?

Xiang Ran had a lot of questions about this, but she didn't dare to ask.

But Aunt Zhang asked, "Professor, are brown sugar and white sugar okay? I don't seem to have any maltose at home."

"I saw maltose for sale at M Supermarket before." Xiang Ran said, "I'll take a taxi to buy some later."

Xiang Ran knew that maltose was also a medicine in traditional Chinese medicine and could not be replaced by any other sugar.

Sure enough, Professor Zhao said, "Maltose is for Jianpi Pills. But M Supermarket is so far away, it would take quite a while to get there and back. You can just ask the driver to buy it."

Since Professor Zhao didn't seem to doubt her and didn't look at her.

Xiang Ran boldly asked the question in her mind: "Professor, does this child have an ephedra constitution?"

"I personally think it is ephedra + pinellia. But this time we are mainly treating his eczema, so ephedra is the first choice. For common colds and the like, this baby is different from others and is definitely more prone to vomiting than ordinary children. If he has a cold, you can give priority to prescriptions such as Huoxiang Zhengqi, which contain ginger and pinellia." Professor Zhao replied.

Xiang Ran: "Okay, I'll tell Mr. Sheng when he comes back."

"Mr. Sheng isn't going to leave work yet, is he?" Professor Zhao sighed softly. "Actually, I think Mr. Sheng is the one who needs to take care of his health the most. I prescribed some medicine for him last time, but I wonder if he's been taking it consistently?"

Xiang Ran looked at Aunt Zhang, and Aunt Zhang looked at Xiang Ran.

The two stared at each other.

I didn’t see Sheng Yang taking medicine when I came back yesterday.

I don't seem to see any Chinese medicine in the refrigerator.

"I don't know... Are Mr. Sheng's symptoms caused by his irregular diet?" Xiang Ran asked in a low voice.

"Irregular eating habits will definitely damage the gastric mucosa, but the stomach is an emotional organ, so anxiety and worry can also cause stomach discomfort. So, ultimately, it's his heart disease—but I've always felt that Mr. Sheng is a sensible person, and I believe he will slowly adjust. You still have to remind him to take the Chinese medicine I prescribed for him last time."

Xiang Ran and Aunt Zhang both nodded.

Professor Zhao took out a pen from his bag and began to write a prescription for Songxuan on a stack of white paper handed to him by Aunt Zhang.

Just as I finished writing, my phone rang.

Professor Zhao answered the call and pressed the speakerphone button: "Ah? What difficult disease did you encounter? Tell me about it."

Xiang Ran found that the woman's voice on the other end of the phone seemed... a little familiar.

After listening carefully for a while, I realized that the symptoms they were discussing were so similar to my own.

Professor Zhao spoke and wrote at the same time.

The recipe was quickly written on paper.

Putting down his pen, he solemnly instructed the person on the other end of the phone: "Look at the patient's tongue coating. The amount of bitter and cold stomach medicine can be increased or decreased. If there is heavy dampness, increase the amount of Alisma. If the pain is severe, increase the dosage of Corydalis. Those who study medicine must understand the flexibility of dialectical analysis."

"This isn't my original recipe. It's an empirical formula used by Professor Huang, a gynecologist at our hospital, to treat pelvic inflammatory disease. Once the patient's underlying symptoms are resolved, you can have her use traditional Chinese medicine formulas later."

The female doctor on the other end of the phone sounded timid.

Xiang Ran recognized it—it was the deputy chief physician from the neighboring city.

Professor Zhao's apprentice.

Doctor C, the heir of a medical family.

Professor Zhao then said, "I'll take a picture of the recipe and give it to you. Think about it yourself."

Ended the call.

Professor Zhao took a picture of the house on the white paper.

He stood up and said to Sheng Yang and Aunt Zhang, "Then I'll go back first. Xiao Chen happened to buy malt sugar for Xiao Songxuan on the way back."

Songxuan also likes Professor Zhao very much.

Seeing Professor Zhao stand up, the little kid actually raised his hand and gestured "goodbye" to the professor.

Professor Zhao laughed happily: "This child knew me even when he was in his mother's belly."

Aunt Zhang: "Really? That's no wonder."

"Songxuan has a somewhat sensitive personality, and people with the Pinellia constitution have rich and delicate emotions. Thank you for your hard work," said Professor Zhao.

Aunt Zhang sighed, "Oh, this child is really clingy. He can't leave people alone for a moment! But no matter how good the nanny is, she's definitely not as good as his biological mother. It would be better if his mother was here."

Professor Zhao nodded. "Yes. This little guy is a baby with high emotional needs."

Aunt Zhang and Professor Zhao ended the performance in unison.

Only Xiang Ran was left with a heart full of guilt.

-

Aunt Zhang walked Professor Zhao to the door.

Xiang Ran held the child in her arms, holding the prescription that Professor Zhao had written later, and shouted, "Professor, you forgot this!"

Professor Zhao waved his hand: "Oh, I've already taken a photo for the students, so this is not necessary."

Xiang Ran held the prescription in her hand, feeling mixed emotions.

Is there such a coincidence in this world?

Excessive coincidence is artificial.

Does Sheng Yang know everything?

Or do you only know part of it?

-

In the evening, as soon as Sheng Yang came back, Aunt Zhang told him that Professor Zhao had come over in the afternoon.

"Where is Teacher Tina?" he asked.

"Play with Songxuan in the room."

"I'm going to take a shower first. In half an hour, you bring Songxuan to the study. I'll stay with the child for a while, and you two can take a rest."

-

Songxuan was lying on the carpet in the study. He rarely came to his father's study.

He seemed very curious about everything here.

Sheng Yang took an electric fishing toy that Beibei had when he was a child from the children's room and placed it in front of Song Xuan, but Song Xuan ignored it.

Just reach out to take the book from the bookcase.

Sheng Yang smiled: "If you learn to read and want to read these books, Dad will respect you!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Song Xuan shouted.

Sheng Yang carried him to the bookshelf, wanting to see which book he wanted to pick.

I didn’t expect the little guy to actually take a copy of "Meditations".

Sheng Yang pinched his son's face and put the book back.

Whispering, "Baby, you don't have to act cool in front of Daddy. You can put on a show in front of your mom later. Let's draw first, okay?"

Songxuan didn't know whether he understood or not, but he jumped happily on his father's arms.

Sheng Yang put his son on the ground, picked up his phone and called Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, please ask Teacher Tina to come to the study. I have something to ask her."