The Martial Doctor

"There are no problems, the fetus is healthy. Remember to pay attention to your diet when you return home. You don’t need to take any fetal-protection medicine. If there are no unusual reactions, there’s no need to come back. Just wait for the birth at home with peace of mind."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. If I give birth to a son, I will definitely bring you red eggs."

Lin Miao chuckled. He knew that the woman was carrying a daughter, not a son. However, doctors have their ethics, and even if the patient asked, he couldn’t say anything.

Some families favor boys over girls. If they find out they are carrying a girl, they might force an abortion. For a woman, having an abortion is like losing half a life, and if it’s the first pregnancy lost, it might be impossible to conceive again.

He would never do something that damages one’s virtue.

So, it was highly likely he wouldn’t receive those red eggs from this family.

As the end of the year approached, more young wives were visiting Lin Miao for consultations, mostly to check if they were pregnant. They all treated him as a miracle doctor who could grant sons.

Therefore, when encountering such cases, Lin Miao would usually let Xia Zhu or his senior sister take a look first, so he could have a bit of a break.

It also allowed them to gain some experience in pulse diagnosis.

Traditional Chinese medicine relies on experience, which is different from the cold data obtained by Western medical instruments.

The same data can present differently on different people, and this naturally leads to subtle differences in prescriptions.

Traditional Chinese medicine offers personalized prescriptions, and although classical prescriptions and proven prescriptions are important, skilled practitioners can make subtle dosage differences even for the same disease.

Perhaps the same medication could all lead to recovery, but people do experience differences in speed and efficacy.

Chinese medicine can also work quickly and isn’t necessarily slower than the chemical medicines extracted in Western medicine.

Traditional Chinese medicine heavily relies on talent. Western medicine has various instruments to aid diagnosis, with existing formulas. Of course, Western surgery surpasses Chinese surgery, but if freed from certain constraints, the development of surgical techniques in Chinese medicine could potentially surpass Western medicine.

But then, it wouldn’t be just Chinese or Western medicine but a form of modern medicine.

In this world, Western medicine doesn’t exist, so there’s no concept of traditional Chinese medicine. It’s all relative, so when discussing medicine, there’s only one form, primarily based on herbal medicine.

Before the New Year, Lin Miao mainly worked on writing the "Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Warm Pathogenic Diseases." Of course, his version was an expanded one, incorporating insights from later generations of medical experts, making it more comprehensive and thorough than the original.

Even though it wasn’t entirely his own creation, it was unique in this world.

Even though he still had two years before going to the capital, he needed to have something substantial to show before going; otherwise, those in the capital might look down on him.

What he didn’t know was that his "Pulse Study Notes" had already caused a stir among the medical community in the capital, even though it was still spreading within a small circle.

Mr. Fu also knew that if everything was released at once, it might cause too much commotion, to the extent that it could destroy Lin Miao’s burgeoning reputation as a gifted medical practitioner.

Therefore, he shared it within a small circle without identifying the author. Nonetheless, he made it clear that he was not the author.

This showed that Mr. Fu’s character was indeed upright.

Lin Miao maintained constant correspondence with Wan Bin, so he had some understanding of the situation in the capital, albeit a bit delayed.

Due to Lin Miao’s connection, Wan Bin had become a frequent guest at Mr. Fu’s residence. At the Imperial Pharmacy, no one dared to look down on him anymore.

Given this development, Wan Bin’s progress at the Imperial Pharmacy seemed very promising.

Before the New Year, Lin Miao sent Wan Bin some local products from Dongshan and pastries from Furong Garden. In the middle of winter, the pastries could last quite a while.

Though they didn’t taste as fresh as when new, they shouldn’t be inferior to the ones in the capital. There was also an acceptance of silver notes from the bank.

Lin Miao knew that Wan Bin had spent a considerable amount for his "sage trial" qualification, even covering the supervision costs himself.

Although Wan Bin volunteered, and in the end didn’t lose out, without him, Lin Miao might have taken much longer, and gone through more detours, to obtain the independent physician qualification.

Just for this reason, Lin Miao couldn’t let him bear the costs, so he had to compensate the money owed. Moreover, Wan Bin had taken care of connections in the capital on his behalf, which consumed his personal networks and money.

Even if he volunteered, Lin Miao couldn’t let him suffer, so at the end of the year, he sent over fifty thousand taels of silver notes to Wang Bin all at once.

He now wasn’t short of money, and having Wan Bin helping him in the capital allowed him to stay informed. This investment was worthwhile.

If he wanted to live well in this world, he would need to integrate into it. Sometimes, a casually placed piece might yield unexpected rewards in the future.

If asked about his current aspirations,

it would be to find an opportunity to take his women on a spontaneous trip. Now wasn’t the right time, with too many things holding him back.

He’s only eighteen, and by his calculations, as long as he advanced to the Heaven’s Origin, living to two hundred years should be no problem. By then, he might even witness seven or eight generations under one roof.

For the past forty years, he couldn’t leave a trace of lineage for the Lin Family, but here, he had a chance to build a large family.

This could fulfill the deep-seated Chinese obsession with continuing the family lineage.

However, now wasn’t the right time. He had to get married to his senior sister first.