Chapter 75 The Old Pharmacist Was Silent
After visiting the research institute, Qian Dayong took him to the nearby Guang'anmen Hospital.

Mr. Pu was seeing patients in the internal medicine department of Guang'anmen Hospital today. When he arrived at the door of the clinic, he waited for the patients inside to come out. He took the opportunity to knock on the door and walked into the room.

"Sir, I have completed the entry procedures and have familiarized myself with the environment in the research institute." Wang Mengde said respectfully.

"Okay, it's almost noon. You and Dayong go eat first, and then come back at 1 p.m. when it's time to go to work." Old Pu stroked his beard, looked at the time, and said with a smile.

"Yes, sir."

I had a simple lunch with Qian Dayong in the cafeteria. It was just as he said. The taste and price of the food in the institute's cafeteria were similar to those in the steel mill, but the dishes contained a lot more oil.

After finishing his meal, Wang Mengde took a short rest, and then arrived at the door of Pu Lao’s clinic ten minutes before work.

In the afternoon, when it was almost time to get off work, Wang Mengde breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no patients coming into the clinic.

"Meng De, how do you feel?"

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, Pu Lao asked with a smile, his face also full of fatigue.

This afternoon, he was very satisfied with Wang Mengde's performance, which was even a little beyond his expectations.

Most of the people who come to see him are those who have not been cured in other hospitals, or who were recommended to be transferred here by other doctors. There are also a small number of patients who know of his reputation and come here because of his reputation. Most of them are very difficult patients.

This student not only has solid basic knowledge, but also has a flexible mind. The only thing is that he has too little experience and is somewhat lacking in knowledge. But after his guidance, he can react instantly and be able to draw inferences from one example.

I have found a treasure. I believe that as long as I train it a little, I won't have to worry about the lack of successors.

"Sir, I have encountered more difficult and complicated cases today than I have in the past few months."

When he was in the steel mill workers' hospital, and even earlier when he was studying with his father, most of the diseases he saw were common.

Here, in half a day, the patients who came to see his teacher were basically suffering from difficult and complicated diseases, and there were even some cases that he had only heard of but had never seen.

At the beginning, Pu Lao explained to him while diagnosing and treating the patient. Gradually, he was asked to diagnose the patient first and also to explain the cause of the disease and the method of diagnosis and treatment.

Many times, he racked his brains and searched the system space, and could only barely tell about 30% or 40% of the answer.

Now he finally understood the gap between himself and the famous Chinese medicine experts.

Of course, he also had some particularly eye-catching performances during this period. For example, when he was treating a patient, with Pu Lao's consent, he used acupuncture and massage techniques, which made Pu Lao's eyes light up.

He didn't expect that this student actually had this skill. It really surprised him. Judging from the acupuncture techniques and skills, as well as the subsequent results, he was only slightly inferior to Vice President Zhu Lian in the research institute.

But Vice President Zhu Lian has been studying acupuncture for decades, while Wang Mengde is only 22 years old.

In time, I will have a master of acupuncture among my disciples.

"Haha, there is no shortcut to learning Chinese medicine. Even if you are gifted, you still have to rely on a lot of daily accumulation to continue to grow." Mr. Pu took the opportunity to teach.

“So, your main task now, besides reading and studying, is to see more cases.

Well, it's time to get off work now, let's go home quickly." After get off work, Wang Mengde rode his bicycle to Deshengmen. On the way, he also bought an electric rice cooker with a temperature display.

When He Shengnan got off the bus and saw him, she asked curiously, "Meng De, why are you holding a pot in your hand?"

He motioned for her to sit on the back rack first, and after she was firmly seated, he carefully pedaled the pedals: "This is for my company."

"Oh." When she heard that his unit needed it, He Shengnan stopped asking questions and started to tell about what happened at the unit and in the car.

In the following days, in addition to studying with Pu Lao, Wang Mengde would take the electric cooker he bought and run to the yard where the plaster was boiled whenever he had free time.

When others curiously asked why he brought his own pot, Wang Mengde just smiled and said nothing. He just focused on doing the experiment. Occasionally, he would ask Uncle Feng to help him see when the plaster in the rice cooker could be taken out of the pot.

Soon, it was Friday.

Today, as Pu Lao had other things to do, he temporarily stopped seeing patients. Wang Mengde took Qian Dayong with him to the small courtyard where the ointment was being boiled.

"Meng De, why did you ask me to come here?" Qian Dayong asked curiously, "I don't need to make ointments anymore. If you want me to teach you, you might as well ask Uncle Feng directly."

"Brother Dayong, don't worry, just watch how I make the plaster." Wang Mengde comforted him, then took out his electric cooker and started to make it.

When it was almost noon, he saw that the ointment in the pot was almost done, so he stopped heating it and said, "Uncle Feng, can you help me see how the ointment is doing?"

Uncle Feng, who was teaching his apprentice to distinguish colors, put down the wooden stick in his hand, came over to him, and looked into the pot. He saw that the color was just right, not much different from what he usually cooked.

He was immediately surprised and said, "Xiao Wang, not bad. You have only been here for a few days, and you have already made such a good ointment. It seems that your talent for making medicine is higher than Xiao Qian's."

"Meng De, how did you master the skills so quickly? I followed Uncle Feng for two or three months before I slowly got the hang of it." Qian Dayong asked in disbelief.

After saying that, he walked around the pot carefully, picked up a little with a wooden stick and smeared it on the ground, and found that the color of the plaster was indeed just right.

"Uncle Feng, Brother Dayong, in fact, the temperature is the most important factor in making plasters. Uncle Feng has been making them for many years and has a lot of experience. Practice makes perfect.

But some apprentices didn't have much experience and couldn't control the heat, so I came up with an idea, which was to buy a pot with a temperature display.

After a few days of experimentation, I found that the best temperature for making plasters is 315°, so I can control the temperature by this and make good plasters. "

Wang Mengde slowly told the secret.

"Is it that simple?" Uncle Feng said with his eyes wide open.

"Yes, it's that simple. If you don't believe me, Uncle Feng, you can give it a try."

"Okay, let's give it a try. Xiao Fan, you try it." Uncle Feng called over an apprentice who had just arrived.

In the afternoon, Uncle Feng and a group of veteran pharmacists were silent when they saw Xiao Fan, who usually couldn't make two out of ten pots, easily make a pot of good-quality plaster using an electric cooker with a temperature display.

(End of this chapter)