Although Su Qingluan was a "frequent customer", Songbo still brought Su Qingluan hot tea and snacks. Just now her words, Songbo also happened to hear it when he pushed the door in.

However, Su Qingluan was very calm - after all, even if she wanted to prevent anyone from eavesdropping, these people would definitely not include Songbo. On the contrary, it is Songbo who is guarding outside, so that other "uninvited guests" will not enter rashly.

Song Bo put the refreshments and hot tea in his hand on the table in front of Su Qingluan, and asked with some curiosity: "Su Niangzi, are you serious?" With such a thin piece of paper, can you record all the contents of yesterday's pulse diagnosis? ”

It's no wonder that Somber was skeptical—he was half-convinced.

Reason told Song Bo that as long as Su Qingluan was sure that she could do something, then she would definitely be able to do it, and she would never talk nonsense. And the fact is that since he met this little girl, Su Qingluan has proved this to him countless times.

However, Song Bo followed Mu Xingzhi from beginning to end yesterday, and naturally he also completely watched the whole process of Mu Xingzhi letting Na Wenpo go to see a doctor and ask for a consultation by himself.

And because Sun Guixiang's condition was not stable at the beginning, Mu Xingzhi changed two or three treatments alone.

With such a huge amount of information, is it really justified by just a few lines of words on that thin piece of paper, although these words are also densely packed?

Su Qingluan smiled mysteriously when he heard this, and didn't make any guarantees first, but sold a pass: "Otherwise, how about this?" Mu Xingzhi, as a direct participant in yesterday's pulse diagnosis, naturally understood what diagnosis and treatment had been done and what prescriptions had been prescribed. On the other hand, I don't know anything about these medical techniques. ”

Song Bo nodded: Judging from Su Qingluan's plain speech and demeanor, she really didn't look like she was dabbling in medical skills.

"In that case, how about you two take a look?" Su Qingluan looked at the piece of paper.

"See what?" Somber doesn't know why.

"Looking at the whole process of yesterday's pulse diagnosis, I can restore some information." Just talk about not practicing fake tricks, what is the extent of the information that can be recorded in this kind of shorthand, you must actually see it once to be able to make the other party have a more objective and clear understanding.

Su Qingluan said this, and looked at Songbo: "Please help prepare a pen and paper." ”

Song Bo nodded, and hurriedly took all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones that Su Qingluan said.

Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi: "I have broken my hand after writing so many words, how about you help too?" As he spoke, he unceremoniously handed the brush to Mu Xingzhi, who was drinking tea on the side.

When Song Bo heard this, he was about to take over the work of "ghostwriting", but Mu Xingzhi had already picked up the pen from Shanruliu, and then looked up at Su Qingluan: "In this case, please ask Qingluan to study ink for me." ”

When he saw this, he said no more, and turned and went out.

Su Qingluan nodded, so he began to grind with ink strips dipped in water in the inkstone. While moving his wrist back and forth, he sighed: "Can't this ink strip be automatically opened in water, or just use ink?" ”

Of course, Su Qingluan knew that if it was the modern kind of ink that tasted fragrant and did not have too strong ink odor, there would definitely be no way to develop this production process now, because it is essential to make ink strips with gum, and the best ink strips are all from animals, so there will naturally be some smell.

After all, it's a bit whimsical to fantasize about having additives to correct the taste now, so that's all she said.

Mu Xingzhi was a little helpless and said: "Studying ink is originally a quiet and elegant thing, why did it become a trouble in Qingluan's mouth?" ”

Su Qingluan said: "Those noble children who don't worry about food and clothing naturally need to pursue elegance, thinking that a country girl like me who still needs to run for a living is naturally the best to use everything conveniently and quickly." The ink tastes very smoky, but it's easy to use, and in my opinion it's better than the ink bar. ”

"So, in Qingluan's opinion, there are also disadvantages?"

"This is natural," Su Qingluan took the ink strip in his hand, "This ink strip is square and square, you can put it anywhere after drying, if it is ink, you have to use a special container to hold it, if you accidentally spill it, you have to clean it up everywhere, it is very troublesome." ”

casually rambled an idle sentence, and in the end it was time to get down to business. So Su Qingluan recalled the medical records he had read countless times in his previous life, picked out the contents that could be sorted into information, and began to relay them to Mu Xingzhi one by one.

"At the beginning, it was the basic condition of the patient, and this was not the content of yesterday's diagnosis, so I unloaded it here."

"Why do you want to spot an ink spot here?" Mu Xingzhi looked at the pause behind the "one" that Su Qingluan asked him to write before.

Su Qingluan then remembered that there was no punctuation in this era, only the so-called "sentence reading", that is, broken sentences, and it was completely different from punctuation in the modern sense.

This is another big project, and Su Qingluan is not very interested in teaching primary school Chinese knowledge, so he only said vaguely: "Oh, this is to make the word 'one' look more eye-catching." Then she asked Mu Xingzhi to write Sun Guixiang's age and name in this part.

Since the specific weight was not weighed, Su Qingluan could only judge according to the size of Sun Guixiang in his impression.

Later, I thought that there was no way to estimate the size of a pregnant woman alone, so I had to give up.

As for questions such as blood type, although they also belong to the "basic situation", it is obvious that Su Qingluan can't know, so he simply didn't say it.

Next, Su Qingluan originally wanted to sort out the information according to the "chief complaint", "present medical history", "past medical history" and so on in the medical record, but thought that this not only needed to explain to Mu Xingzhi what these words meant, but also did not necessarily conform to the habit of people in this era to look at "medical records", so Su Qingluan simply decided to sort out Sun Guixiang's symptoms one by one in chronological order, as well as the corresponding measures Mu Xingzhi took after hearing the symptoms.

At the beginning, although Mu Xingzhi felt that since Su Qingluan was able to open his mouth to pack the ticket, he could still roughly recount the corresponding process of pulse diagnosis.

But as the record progressed, he was secretly surprised in his heart: not to mention the process of diagnosing the pulse, even what medicine he prescribed, what symptoms Sun Guixiang had, what measures Wen Po took, etc., Su Qingluan actually recorded it clearly!

The more he listened to Su Qingluan's restoration of the information on those "heavenly books", the more he felt that the amount of information that this simple few lines of words could carry was really amazing!

Su Qingluan took the shorthand paper and said slowly, and Mu Xingzhi wrote slowly. By the time Su Qingluan "translated" the last word, Mu Xingzhi had already written five sheets of paper densely, and the sixth one had already been written more than halfway through.

Su Qingluan put down the piece of paper and looked at Mu Xingzhi next to him: "How is it?" Is there any key information missing? ”