Chapter 285 - 285 274 Diagnosing Illness from Books

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285: Chapter 274: Diagnosing Illness from Books 285: Chapter 274: Diagnosing Illness from Books It was clearly a bit difficult for Zhou SiLang to simply bite the bullet, mainly because he had taken quite a serious fall. Since it had rained the day before, the ground beneath the wild grass was slippery. He had been arguing with someone and turned his head back; when they chased after him, in a rush, he tried to take a shortcut and make a big leap. But before he could jump, he slipped and slid down on his buttocks. Luckily for him, it would have been far worse if he had actually jumped and then fallen. Zhou SiLang himself was quite shaken, but the pain in his buttocks and waist was also hard to forget. Ms.Fang brought some medicinal liquor over and saw that one sibling was sprawled on the bed and the other hiding behind the door, speaking from a distance. After checking on the Young Master, she then asked Manbao, “Why don’t you go in?” Manbao seized the opportunity to tattle: “Silang will hit me.” Ms.Fang glared at Zhou SiLang. Propping his waist and feeling very wronged, Zhou SiLang cried out, “Did I lay a hand on her?” “You did!” Zhou SiLang thought about it, realized he actually had made a move, just hadn’t hit anyone, and thus remained quiet. Ms.Fang understood immediately, took Manbao into the room, and started rolling up Zhou SiLang’s clothes and even began to strip his pants, which nearly made Zhou SiLang jump out of bed. He hurriedly clutched his trousers, exclaiming, “My little sister is still here.” Feeling a bit embarrassed, Ms.Fang smiled at Manbao but insisted, “Manbao is studying medical books now. Let her look, what do we do if the bone is injured?” Zhou SiLang was not pleased. However, Manbao thought her sister-in-law was right. She said, “Wait, I’ll go get the book.” Manbao had recently taken a great interest in medicine. She had read most of the Full-Version Yellow Emperor’s Internal Classic, and although she still didn’t understand most of it, through discussions with Keke, she knew there were more specialized books in the library. Instead of grabbing the Full-Version Yellow Emperor’s Internal Classic, Manbao directly asked Keke to purchase a book she had her eye on and had searched for. It was called Orthopedics Basics, supposedly written by a very famous orthopedics professor from Earth in the 22nd century. He had studied traditional Chinese medicine and was an advocate for combining Eastern and Western medicine, even volunteering as a doctor on the chaotic front lines for this cause. Manbao already knew that the progress of future medicine was beyond her reach, for even as they now relied on traditional Chinese medicine, it was not the same as their current simple method of concocting medicinal preparations. According to Keke, they extracted the necessary components directly from the medicine or even required an alchemist to refine more targeted medications for specific conditions. Compared to this, Keke recommended that she use traditional Chinese medicine techniques from before the 23rd century of the Earth era. Although these would still be somewhat different from the current medical techniques, they were all within her capacity to learn. Manbao had spent many nights secretly researching and doing homework in the system; she trusted Keke a lot and took its advice to heart. As far as she was concerned, Keke was an incredibly impressive individual. It looked down upon them from ten thousand years ahead, much like how she viewed ancient people from thousands of years before, standing on the history she had already studied. Manbao exchanged points for the book and asked Keke to scan it, then consulted on which diagnostic and treatment methods in the book were suitable for her brother’s condition. Scanning a patient’s body required a fee, but scanning books—especially those from the library—was routine. Moreover, since Keke had already cataloged the book’s data when it was found, it didn’t change a thing, and simply said, “Pages twenty-six to thirty-one.” Manbao immediately flipped to page twenty-six, skimmed through it quickly, nodded her head—she hardly understood any of it, but that didn’t matter. The diagnostic and treatment steps seemed straightforward, and those, at least, she understood. Clutching the book, Manbao then ran to find Silang. Zhou SiLang’s trousers had been pulled halfway down by Ms.Fang and covered with a blanket; he was arguing his case but to little effect. Seeing Manbao charge over energetically, he buried his head in the pillow, unwilling to look up. Though they were siblings, and even though Manbao was still young, he didn’t mind her seeing his buttocks. Heck, he could even take her for a bath since she wasn’t even seven yet, right? But now, with his own bare bottom exposed, that was a problem. Zhou SiLang feigned death, accepting his fate, while Ms.Fang cheerfully waved Manbao over. As far as she was concerned, this was no big deal. Her cousin used to enjoy bathing in the yard when he was eight or nine years old. “Look at your Silang here, it’s really bruised, and it feels a bit hard when I touch it. When I poke him, he screams in pain. Could it be that his bone is broken?” Manbao placed the book aside and took a look, noticing that indeed a large area of Silang’s buttocks and the left side of his lower back was bruised, with some abrasions that seemed to have been scraped by branches or stones. Manbao carefully lowered her head to consult the book, and then copying the steps in the book, pressed on his injury and asked, “Does it hurt?” Zhou SiLang grunted in annoyance, “Of course it hurts, it’s killing me.” Manbao became flustered, “Really killing you?” Zhou SiLang: ... In a panic, Manbao poked another spot, asking, “Does this hurt?” “It hurts, it really hurts,” he said. Manbao then touched around the bruise and asked, “What about here, does this hurt?” Zhou SiLang didn’t miss a beat, crying out, “It hurts, it hurts.” Now Manbao really panicked, her hand moving to the right side of his lower back, asking, “And here?” “Everything hurts, everything hurts.” Manbao burst into tears, anxiously turning to Ms.Fang, “Sis-in-law, Silang seems like he’s going to die!” Ms.Fang: ...”Manbao, don’t scare your sister-in-law.” How could Zhou SiLang, who was jumping around lively, look like he was about to die? “But he is going to die, the book says so! Silang’s condition is severe internal bleeding; it’s no ordinary fall. For sure his bones are also broken...” If the place of injury and its surroundings both hurt, isn’t that a sign of impending death? The book said that this was very dangerous. Ms.Fang also started to panic, but something didn’t feel right. She grabbed Zhou SiLang’s head next to her, pulled it up, and studied his face closely, “Manbao, look, is your Silang’s face turning pale or white?” Manbao, having learned to observe, listen, interrogate, and feel the pulse, hurriedly clambered over to look. After a glance, she expressed her confusion, “No, he looks rosy, not like someone about to die.” Ms.Fang: ... Zhou SiLang: ... Keke: ... Manbao went straight to pulling up his eyelid to check his eyes, then pried open his mouth to examine his tongue, and observed his rosy lips, falling silent. Keke suppressed a laugh and said, “Host, you need to learn to discern whether a patient’s words are true or false. You can’t just believe everything they say.” The implication was that Zhou SiLang was lying. Feeling a bit angry, Manbao slapped the bed and glared as she asked Zhou SiLang, “Silang, where does it really hurt?”

Chapter 285 - 285 274 Diagnosing Illness from Books

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