I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 183: Medical Skills, Not Witchcraft

Since Xia Qingdai officially became a teacher, she will spend half a day or a day with her teacher every weekend, depending on the amount of study tasks and homework that week.

Not to mention the high pressure of studying in the senior year of high school, you should study without any distractions. Mr. Lu Xun said, time is like water in a sponge, there will always be time when squeezed.

She can still squeeze in one and a half days a week to study medicine. So now, she has learned more or less about traditional Chinese medicine.

The most outstanding ones are pulse diagnosis and acupuncture, because she has a deep understanding of the meridians and acupuncture points due to the movement of Qi in the body, so she can learn with twice the result with half the effort. With a famous teacher teaching her step by step, she is now considered a beginner in this area.

The experimenter, old Mrs. Irving, had already been trained on her acupuncture several times. The other party's life was saved by Xia Qingdai, so naturally she always regarded Xia Qingdai as a miracle doctor.

She said that she would prick her with an oriental needle, and it would prolong her life. Naturally, she believed it.

As long as she could live a few more years, she would be happy to be stabbed by Xia Qingdai every day.

Xia Qingdai naturally likes patients like old Mrs. Irving who are sub-healthy and have many basic diseases. The most important thing is to follow the doctor's instructions, try injections and medicines without making any fuss, and just let them be at their mercy.

As for medical skills, talking on paper will never work. To gain true knowledge through practice, you need to practice more.

So now facing Mozart, who was lying on the bed as angry as silk, Xia Qingdai seemed to be quite comfortable.

Just looking at his posture, he already looks like a miracle doctor.

Her medical kit is always stocked with packaged alcohol gel, alcohol cotton, iodophor, cotton swabs, gauze, pulse pillows, and silver needle packs for acupuncture, etc.

Naturally, this silver needle was not bought in modern times, but was ordered by Xia Qingdai to be customized at the silversmith shop in the town of Ifula.

In modern times, it is impossible to buy the silver needles used in the Lilliputian country. For fine things, you have to find an indigenous silversmith.

Apart from that, there were a few medicines she bought specially for Mozart, and she was quite well prepared.

With her level of traditional Chinese medicine backed by modern medicine, coupled with her pulse diagnosis techniques blessed by qi energy, in the medical world of the 18th century, surgery was hard to say, but internal medicine was definitely a blow to the dimensionality reduction.

When she came up, she first gave Mozart a basic physical examination, then pulled up a chair and sat next to him, took her medicine box from the valet's hand, took out the pulse pillow, and began to diagnose Mozart's pulse.

At this time, Xia Qingdai was no longer the Xia Qingdai who could only use her energy to explore and diagnose her pulse.

She also knows the formal pulse diagnosis methods of traditional Chinese medicine - but she has not mastered or understood them yet.

Therefore, today I still have to use the old method of diagnosing the pulse with Qi Jin.

To be honest, the Qi Jin pulse diagnosis method is like a bug. After using it, it is difficult to go back to the ordinary pulse diagnosis method that relies solely on experience.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

When Qi Jin is combined with Liang's pulse diagnosis method taught by Mr. Liang, the energy that bursts out is definitely 1+1>2.

As soon as Xia Qingdai's energy entered Mozart's body, he couldn't help but groan in comfort, slowly opened his eyes, and looked tiredly at the hazy girl in front of him.

After diagnosing the pulse, combined with the previous physical examination, Xia Qingdai already had a clear understanding of Mozart's condition.

She couldn't tell whether Mozart had roundworms in his intestines through his meridians, but there was no doubt that he had parasitic diseases in his body. Moreover, he also suffers from severe deficiency of Qi and blood. In this regard, bloodletting therapy, which is popular in the West, should be responsible for more than half of the blame.

But these are non-fatal trivial matters, and they are not the main reason why he became so ill this time. They are not consistent with the several conditions she found about the cause of Mozart's death. Could it be that Mozart really died of poisoning?

The disease he is suffering from now is mainly related to the sanitation of the environment. It is the same disease that old Mrs. Irving suffered a few months ago.

At that time, Xia Qingdai specially bought a piece of traditional Chinese medicine from Modern Times in order to treat the old Mrs. Owen.

Naturally, as a villain, one cannot eat as much as one stick. Now those extra Chinese medicinal materials are kept by Xia Qingdai in the modern medicine cabinet, just enough for Mozart to drink.

Traditional Chinese medicine is all about treating one disease, but in China, which was short of doctors and medicines, barefoot doctors pursued repeatability.

It was fate that they both happened to use this medicine. When two people get sick, they treat each other according to the teachings, which is really wonderful.

After physical examination and pulse diagnosis, Xia Qingdai had absolute confidence in curing Mozart.

An acupuncture was performed for everyone on the spot to replenish his energy and blood. Seeing that the sick Mozart completely woke up after half an hour, everyone looked at Xia Qingdai with eyes that seemed to be filled with light.

"Is this Eastern witchcraft?" Beethoven murmured.

Owen, who had always been taciturn, said coldly at this moment: "It's medical skills, not witchcraft."

Beethoven glanced at him. Although he noticed that the other person's tone was unfriendly, he only nodded slightly and said nothing to refute.

Beethoven, who is still unknown, has a good temper.

This time, they finally persuaded their family and left most of the travel expenses sponsored by Count Walstein to them, and then they were allowed to cross the ocean and come to England. As a guest from afar, he naturally has a high tolerance for the local gentry and nobles.

Xia Qingdai turned a deaf ear to the discussions around her. She had to devote herself to acupuncture.

After performing the acupuncture on Mozart, she herself broke into a sweat. It's hot in the summer when there's no fan and the doors and windows are closed, so it's naturally hot.

She sterilized the silver needle, put it away, and then ordered people to open all the windows in Mozart's room.

"The patient's room needs to open windows for ventilation, which is good for both the patient and the visitors." Xia Qingdai said.

Then she began to give formal medical advice, and left Mozart with probiotics to regulate intestinal flora, albendazole to treat parasitic diseases, and vitamin AD drops to promote calcium absorption. As for traditional Chinese medicine, she asked Walstein The count sent someone back with her to get it.

In addition to the medicine given to the patient, Xia Qingdai also gave the good man Count Walstein some pagoda candy, and casually mentioned that it is best to boil the water before drinking it. If you are not used to drinking hot water, you can drink it cold and boiled.

The count happily picked up Xia Qingdai's hand and kissed it, indicating that he would be obedient.

Then he reluctantly watched Xia Qingdai and Owen get into the carriage and close the carriage door.

Both declined the count's invitation to breakfast and hurried home to eat something delicious.

What good food can you eat outside? Of course you can go home!
Owen sat in the carriage with a straight face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xia Qingdai was chirping excitedly, saying that because Mozart was seriously ill today, she was embarrassed to ask Beethoven to play the piano for fun. After she takes a few doses of medicine and Mozart recovers from his illness, he must watch their duet.