Travels of a Female Physician in the Ming Dynasty

The weather is nice today. The sunshine shines into the courtyard of Yang Mansion, making the green bamboos look even more lush and green.

I was just about to make myself a pot of tea and enjoy this rare leisure time when I suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Miss Yang, something bad has happened. There is a patient in critical condition and needs your help urgently!" A servant ran in in a panic, his face uglier than the dark clouds in the sky.

"Don't be anxious, tell me slowly, who is sick?" I put down the teacup and sighed inwardly. It seemed that I couldn't drink the tea.

"It's Mr. Chen from the south of the city. His eldest son suddenly fell ill and fell into a coma. The doctors were helpless. They heard that the young lady had excellent medical skills, so they sent someone to invite her." The servant said anxiously.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling a little strange.

Mr. Chen? I've heard of his eldest son. He's usually a weak scholar. How could he suddenly fall into a coma?

Moreover, even doctors can’t handle it? This is quite interesting.

"Well, since it's my turn, I'll go take a look." I stood up and grabbed my first aid kit, saying to myself: I hope it's not a troublemaker this time.

All the way there, I was thinking about this disease.

Logically, there are many possibilities for coma - stroke? Concussion? Or some strange ancient disease?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little excited. Traveling back to ancient times and encountering some diseases that cannot be explained by modern medicine, isn’t this the part I’ve been looking forward to most since traveling through time?

Sure enough, this world never lets me down.

Soon, I arrived at Mr. Chen's mansion.

Mr. Chen had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw me, he almost cried.

"Miss Yang! You're finally here! My son's illness is so strange. He was fine yesterday, but he collapsed in the study early this morning and couldn't be woken up no matter how hard we tried. We've called several doctors, but none of them can help."

Mr. Chen was crying and snotting, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

I comforted him, "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, take me to see the person first."

He nodded repeatedly and quickly took me into the inner house.

When I entered the room, I saw Young Master Chen lying quietly on the bed, his face pale, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be in a deep coma.

I walked closer and took a closer look at his symptoms, and began to think.

The pulse was weak but steady, breathing was normal, and there were no unusual spots or swelling on the skin.

It doesn't look like poisoning, nor does it look like an acute illness.

So, I walked to his bedside, patted his cheek, and called softly, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen?"

He still didn't react.

I frowned and had some guesses in my mind, but to be on the safe side, I still planned to do a more detailed examination.

So I took out a few modern tools from the medicine box - of course, these tools looked like "artifacts from outer space" in this era, and they would cause a little exclamation every time I took them out.

"Miss Yang, what...what is this?" Mr. Chen looked at the stethoscope in my hand in horror, as if I was holding a magical weapon.

"Don't be nervous. This is... uh, a new type of 'pulse listening device' that can more accurately determine the patient's condition."

I made up an excuse, after all, I can't say this is the stethoscope of the 21st century.

Although Mr. Chen looked confused, he did not continue to ask questions, but just stared at my movements nervously.

I placed the stethoscope on Mr. Chen's chest and listened quietly to his heartbeat and breathing.

Sure enough, everything was normal, no heart problems, no respiratory problems.

Then I checked his pupil reaction and found that his pupils responded to light, indicating that his brain was not seriously damaged.

"Hmm..." I stood up thoughtfully, already having a rough judgment in my mind.

When Mr. Chen saw me putting away my tools, he hurriedly asked, "Miss Yang, what's wrong with my son? Is there any way to cure it?"

I smiled and patted the medicine box in my hand: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, your son is fine. He is not sick, but because of overwork and excessive mental stress, he has fallen into a coma."

"Ah? Tired? Pressure?" Mr. Chen looked confused.

I nodded. "Yes, is your son preparing for an important exam or dealing with some difficult issues recently?"

Mr. Chen slapped his head and said, "Oh, Miss Yang is really smart! My son has been preparing for the exam recently. He studies hard all day long, almost without any rest. He even stayed up all night last night and suddenly fainted this morning."

I sighed secretly in my heart, it is true that "there is a path to the mountain of books through diligence, and there is no door to the examination hall through exhaustion"!

This Mr. Chen really pushed himself so hard that he even fell into a coma.

"This situation is actually not complicated. He was just exhausted and his body couldn't withstand the excessive mental stress, which led to his coma. As long as he rests well and replenishes his nutrition, he will recover soon." I explained with a smile.

Mr. Chen nodded repeatedly, the tension on his face gradually easing. "I see, I see! Does Miss Yang have any prescriptions?"

"The prescription doesn't need to be complicated. Next, let him rest well and eat a light diet, with plenty of foods rich in protein and vitamins. Then, I will prescribe a conditioning prescription for you, mainly to nourish the qi and blood, and calm the mind."

I reached into the medicine box, pulled out some paper, and began to write a prescription.

Mr. Chen bowed repeatedly in gratitude: "Thank you very much, Miss Yang, thank you very much, Miss Yang, you are truly a miracle doctor!"

I waved my hand and said with a smile, "You're welcome. Mr. Chen is just a little stressed out. It's nothing serious. Let him relax and stop thinking about the exam all day. Proper rest is essential for good grades."

After leaving Chen's house, I felt a lot more relaxed.

After all, this "coma case" was not as complicated as I had imagined. Instead, it was the ancient people's "exam anxiety disorder" that opened my eyes.

Modern people suffer from exam anxiety, but weren’t ancient people the same?

Staying up late to work overtime, doing a lot of exercises, and having anxiety before exams. Throughout history, both in China and abroad, the concept of pressure has never changed.

Back at Yang's house, I prepared to continue enjoying my afternoon.

However, not long after I sat down, I heard hurried footsteps outside the door again.

"Miss Yang, something bad has happened!" The servant ran in panting.

I covered my face helplessly. "What happened? Don't tell me someone fainted again."

The servant shook his head repeatedly: "No, there's an urgent summons from the palace. They say...the Queen is unwell and they urgently want you to come into the palace!"

The Queen? Unwell again? I sat up straight, feeling nervous.

Although I have gained some fame in the palace, it is a big deal when the Empress summons me personally.

"Well, looks like it's going to be another busy day." I sighed and grabbed the medicine box. "Let's go to the palace."

As I walked, I wondered what problems the Queen might have.

After all, as the mother of a country, the queen's health affects the entire harem.

In addition, medical conditions in ancient times were limited. Many diseases that seem insignificant in modern times could cost a person's life in ancient times.

"I hope this isn't a very difficult disease." I prayed in my heart. After all, this is a "national level" patient, and I can't afford to make any mistakes.