After Master Yao finished the surgery, Zhu Yanyi began to remove the needles. She took out the anesthesia needles and said, "Be careful tonight. If you don't get a fever or infection within twenty-four hours, you'll be fine."
She then glanced at Old Du. "Actually, Grandpa Du, you don't need to worry about fever or infection at all. The medicinal diet I gave you has already adjusted your body to its best state, so this problem basically won't happen. Of course, if you tear off the stitches yourself, run around wildly, or eat random things, then you might have issues."
Old Du nodded with a smile. "Can I eat meat after twenty-four hours?"
Zhu Yanyi shot Old Du a sideways glance. "We agreed on one month. There are still more than twenty days left. Why the rush?"
"Girl, I'm the one in a hurry, not you," Old Du said with a bitter expression. "You can eat meat every day, but I dream about meat right now." The days without meat were truly painful for him.
Zhu Yanyi chuckled. "Keep pretending. No matter how much you pretend, you still won't get meat."
Old Du could only sigh helplessly. Indeed, it was better to be honest. If there was no meat, there was no meat. "Well, I'll just eat my fill after a month." For now, he could only comfort himself with this thought.
Old Du recovered quickly. From then on, Zhu Yanyi only needed to focus on her post-operative care. Her extra time was spent in the emergency room, as Master Yao had arranged.
Master Yao had told Zhu Yanyi early on that after familiarizing herself with the environment of the Capital Hospital, she would intern in the emergency room.
Although Zhu Yanyi was young, no one said anything negative because of Master Yao’s influence. Everyone in the hospital knew that Master Yao was the honorary dean, and the actual dean, Gu Jingtian, was Master Yao’s disciple. Since Zhu Yanyi was Master Yao’s final disciple, she was naturally Gu Jingtian’s junior sister. Who would be foolish enough to offend someone with such backing? Even those who felt envy or jealousy didn’t dare to bully her openly.
As for the hidden dissatisfaction or whispered complaints behind her back, Zhu Yanyi simply ignored them. She was only interning here for a limited time, so why bother fighting with these people?
In the emergency room, Zhu Yanyi’s work was simple but tedious. She measured blood pressure or did basic bandaging. It was easy work, but she didn’t mind. No matter what the task was, it was all for the patients, and she had plenty of patience.
One day, after finishing measuring blood pressure, Zhu Yanyi picked up a book on medicinal herbs from beside her and started reading. This was a book she always carried with her, usually reading it during her free time.
Dr. Yang, the head of the emergency room, noticed and asked, "Yanyi, are you specifically studying this kind of herbal medicine book now?"
Zhu Yanyi nodded. "Yes. There are too many types of herbs in the world. I need to read more so I can master more pharmacological knowledge. That way, I won’t make mistakes with herbs in the future."
"That makes sense. I’ve heard that many Chinese medicinal herbs look very similar. Is that true?" Nurse Chen Ling, who was organizing medical tools nearby, asked casually.
Zhu Yanyi nodded again. "Many herbs look alike, but their pharmacological effects are opposite. The most obvious example is dried radish and ginseng. I remember an ancient story about this. The Empress Dowager fell ill, and the imperial physician prescribed ginseng to help her recover. But her condition worsened. Later, they discovered that the person in charge of the palace’s internal affairs had embezzled funds and bought fake ginseng, which was actually just dried radish. Ginseng replenishes qi, while radish depletes it. Their effects are completely opposite. No wonder the Empress Dowager almost died from it. This tells us how important it is to understand herbs."