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Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 353 - 350: Earning the Respect of Strangers
When Lin Wanwan put away her silver needles and queued for the check-up, people gave way to her, insisting she cut in line to go first.
The effect of the acupuncture was visible to the naked eye; the comatose person woke up on the spot. Everyone witnessed an emergency rescue and was very excited.
For doctors, most are quite willing to save lives in such situations, even if it requires taking significant risks.
Because the recognition that comes from such occasions can’t be achieved in a hospital, and who hasn’t been thrilled by a life-saving high moment?
Returning to the elevator, Lu Shouyue looked at Lin Wanwan and smiled wryly, "Wanwan, you are really brave."
Lin Wanwan brushed her hair behind her ear and joked, "My nickname is Lin the Bold."
"Hahaha," Lu Shouyue laughed heartily at her words. "Truly bold. Have you studied traditional Chinese medicine? From a medical college?"
Lin Wanwan shook her head, "Not really, but I did study traditional Chinese medicine, and my master was a very skilled old doctor, so I was confident in what I did just now."
Lu Shouyue asked again, "Have you taken the licensing exam for doctors?"
"I’m still studying, three years under a master, two years remaining."
"So, you don’t have a license yet? You are indeed very bold." Lu Shouyue chuckled, "Wanwan, who’s the famous doctor you’re studying under?"
Lin Wanwan touched her nose embarrassedly, "Don’t laugh when I tell you. Besides studying under a renowned folk doctor when I was a child, who’s not here now, I’ve mostly been self-taught, even taking online courses."
Lu Shouyue didn’t know how to comment. After a pause, he said, smiling, "Wanwan, you’re impressive."
The elevator arrived, the doors opened, and the two entered the room. They squeezed some alcohol gel at the entrance for hand disinfection and ignored everything else.
"Wanwan, I know an old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine who is quite skilled, a successor of Master Pu. If you’re interested in Chinese medicine, I can introduce you."
The old doctor Lu Shouyue mentioned is a national expert, serving as the health consultant for Beijing’s gentlemen, usually stationed at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.
Lu Shouyue’s grandfather is one of his health clients, so it’s not surprising that he knows him.
The Master Pu he mentioned was once China’s top traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Pu Fuzhou, an all-round expert, serving as Mr. Zhou’s health consultant.
Master Pu would take on apprentices, as it was instructed by Mr. Zhou to pair such famed doctors with two to three apprentices.
The hardest part of traditional Chinese medicine is that it cannot be mass-produced. Western medicine can be taught uniformly in schools, thanks to many auxiliary tools.
But true traditional Chinese medicine requires a master to guide personally, often taking at least a decade or two.
Becoming an apprentice to a famous doctor naturally tempted Lin Wanwan, but on further thought, she realized she didn’t have the time to stay by their side for long. Occasionally attending a class or two would be ineffective.
To really learn under a master, if she could make the decision, she would pack up and go to Chang’an to find Medical Sage Old Sun.
"Forget it, I’m just self-studying casually, so I won’t trouble you." After much consideration, Lin Wanwan politely declined Lu Shouyue’s offer.
Seeing this, Lu Shouyue didn’t say much more, and as he looked out the window at the busy workers in white below, he asked Lin Wanwan, "Wanwan, quite a few people recorded videos of what just happened. Do you mind if they spread around? If you do, I can help you ask in the community group to keep it quiet."
Lin Wanwan immediately said, "Okay, then please ask Mr. Lu to mention it. Better prevent it than deal with it later."
Lin Wanwan wasn’t keen on gaining such fame, especially since she doesn’t have a doctor’s license yet.
"Sure." Lu Shouyue took out his phone and immediately sent a message.
In fact, when Lin Wanwan was rescuing someone earlier, he had already told those around to keep it private. Now, he was just confirming with Lin Wanwan.
What if Lin Wanwan was keen on making a name for herself? After all, getting in the limelight for saving someone is quite a glorious affair.
At least for real doctors, encountering such a situation, they’d love for it to spread, maybe even make the headlines and receive a banner, which would be even happier than receiving gifts.
The heartfelt gratitude from patients and social recognition and approval—isn’t that one of the pursuits of a doctor? It’s not just for a few pieces of silver, after all; otherwise, there wouldn’t be the notion of medical ethics in this world.
After doing a screening downstairs today and incidentally saving someone, Lin Wanwan felt quite complex.
She laid on the sofa, hugging a pillow, reminiscing about what she just did. In others’ eyes, she was busy for a little while, but in reality, she made a trip to the Great Tang Taoist Temple!
Her delicately crafted golden jade hairpin was still pawned in the temple pharmacy!
However, she managed to get some Angong Niuhuang pills herself, which was an extra gain.
She made a total of twelve Angong Niuhuang pills, fed one to Mr. Hu, and eleven were left in the small porcelain bottle in her hand.
As she thought about it, she pulled out the small porcelain bottle from her jeans pocket, uncorked it, and poured one into her palm, starting to admire it.
The modern cut-down version of Angong Niuhuang pills even removed the gold foil, but Lin Wanwan still believed in the original version’s efficacy.
In the eyes of Western medicine, many Chinese medicines are like feudal superstitions, so naturally, they don’t understand the significance of gold foil.
For instance, Xue Yutan, used to treat prolonged menstruation, sounds nice but is actually charred human hair.
It’s usually made from the hair of young people, with impurities removed, washed with alkaline water to remove grease, rinsed in clean water, sun-dried, and roasted to make carbon. That’s a Chinese medicine.
In the eyes of Western medicine and ordinary people, it seems chaotic and absurd.
Even the big shots from the Republic had to say, "Chinese medicine keeps you alive in a muddle-headed way."
Sometimes, Lin Wanwan really wanted to travel back to that era and shake those who wanted to completely Westernize, asking them, "Is being kept alive not enough?"
At this point, Lu Shouyue brought over a cup of warm milk, "Wanwan, drink some milk."
Lin Wanwan got up, knelt on the sofa to take the milk and thank him, while Lu Shouyue settled onto another sofa and asked, "Is this the old version of Angong Niuhuang pills? It’s impressive you have such a good thing, can I take a look?"
Lin Wanwan handed him the small porcelain bottle, "Sure, take a look."
Lu Shouyue took it, poured one into his hand, inspected it carefully for a while, and laughed, "Actually, I don’t know much about this. My grandfather used to have a few pieces collected, and I’ve seen them a few times, they look somewhat familiar. This stuff now only exists in the collectors’ market, and you have so many, Wanwan."
Lin Wanwan’s eyes twinkled as she said, "Oh, this was given to me by the person who taught me medicine. Because it’s quite effective in saving lives, I always carry it with me."
Lu Shouyue returned the small porcelain bottle to her, smiling, "Are you planning to sell it? If so, I’d like to buy a few."
Lin Wanwan finished the milk in one gulp and said, "Oh, why sell, I’ll just give this bottle to you! Consider it the rent for these days."
This district’s monthly rent averages over fifty thousand, and the type of unit Lu Shouyue is staying in is particularly rare, with nowhere to spend even if you wanted to rent or buy, as Lin Wanwan had idly checked online.
Lu Shouyue didn’t stand on ceremony with Lin Wanwan, laughed, and said, "You’re giving them all to me, won’t you keep any for yourself?"
"This is just what I carry with me; I have more at home."
"Alright, then I won’t be polite."
The market price for old versions of Angong Niuhuang pills being recycled in pharmacies is two thousand, but if taken to an auction, the price is uncertain, with past records reaching almost a hundred thousand.
However, these are difficult to determine the year and authenticity, and selling them depends on mutual trust between the buyer and seller.
For Lin Wanwan, these are just crude makes of hers. If Lu Shouyue wanted them, it was no problem to give him a few. If these were the ones made by Old Sun for her, she wouldn’t part with them.







