After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

"Hmm," Lin Zhilan said with satisfaction, "Then please add another ingredient, Qiannianjian, to the prescription I just prepared."

Lin Zijun hurriedly asked, "What is 'Qian Nian Jian'?"

"..." Lin Zhilan: "After you finish memorizing the acupoints, remember to memorize the 'Compendium of Materia Medica' as well."

Lin Zijun isn't her seven-year-old nephew, so Lin Zhilan certainly wouldn't spoil him.

"Okay," Lin Zijun replied obediently.

After the needles were removed, Luo Zhiyong moved his joints and was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. "I feel much better."

Lin Zhilan: "It's still a long way off. Just walk around a bit every day until you sweat a little. You also need to take the Chinese medicine."

Luo Zhiyong said in an almost pious tone, "Dr. Lin, don't worry, I'll do as you say!"

Doctors like patients who are willing to follow medical advice, Lin Zhilan nodded with satisfaction.

Stepping out of the ward, Lin Zhilan asked, "Dr. Ye, may I buy some Chinese medicinal herbs from the pharmacy?"

"Don't say you want to buy, just take whatever you want, it's fine!" Ye Congshan now wished he could recruit Lin Zhilan into their TCM department for the hospital leaders. He was willing to hand over the position of department head to her, not to mention a single medicinal herb.

Lin Zhilan still refused, saying, "Let's keep things separate to avoid future misunderstandings."

Seeing that she insisted, Ye Congshan didn't say anything, but silently wrote down the account.

Luo Zhiyong's leg is getting better day by day, and Cheng Qingshan's condition is also gradually improving.

With acupuncture and medicinal diet, Cheng Qingshan was able to get out of bed and walk around in less than half a month. He gained weight on his body and face, and his complexion became rosy. He was no longer the critically ill man he had been before.

After administering the acupuncture that day, Cheng Qingshan looked at her with a smile. Lin Zhilan felt a chill run down her spine, as if she was about to be tricked.

"Dr. Lin, I heard you're treating a young soldier's leg right now? You can treat this type of injury?"

Lin Zhilan raised her eyes: "Chief, everyone's situation is different, and besides, I don't have three heads and six arms."

That is indeed a problem. Cheng Qingshan laughed and said, "Isn't Lin Zijun from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department learning from you? You can teach more apprentices."

The more doctors like Lin Zhilan, the better for the country.

Lin Zhilan frowned and looked at Tu Jing.

Tu Jing turned around and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window.

Lin Zhilan sighed softly, "Chief, I didn't dare call myself a doctor until you were better, let alone take on apprentices."

Cheng Qingshan said, "Isn't it all better now?"

Lin Zhilan: "Very early."

After leaving the ward, Lin Zhilan was invited to the dean's office.

The head of surgery and the doctors were all present.

"Dr. Lin, is Chief Cheng's current condition suitable for surgery?"

"Can."

Surgical Director Zhu Weidong hesitated, "Should we wait a little longer? The bullet has been inside Chief Cheng for too long. The blood vessels inside are complex, and there is a risk of massive bleeding if we open his abdomen for exploration. I'm worried..."

Lin Zhilan: "The longer it drags on, the worse the situation will become."

The surgery was definitely going to be done, but before it was done, Dean Liu made a phone call to Beijing.

The higher-ups said the surgery was possible, but demanded that every effort be made to ensure its success.

But that's the problem. We can't avoid surgery, but who can guarantee its success?

Dean Liu hung up the phone, rubbed his face, and said, "The surgery definitely has to be done. I'll go and discuss it with the military leaders to see if any soldiers are willing to donate blood."

Zhu Weidong nodded in agreement.

Lin Zhilan said, "Dean, I request to go into the operating room. If there is a serious case of bleeding, I might be able to help."

"Okay." Dean Liu agreed without hesitation.

This is the impact of strength.

Every doctor and nurse who knew about Cheng Qingshan's condition admired Lin Zhilan.

Many doctors today, having witnessed the wonders of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), have even started reading TCM books in their departments.

On the day of Cheng Qingshan's surgery, Lin Zhilan still entrusted her two children to Aunt Hehua's care.

It wasn't that she had a problem with Liu Chunhua, it was just that the three boys in the Ma family were too naughty. If two more children came along, she'd probably have a headache.

When Lin Zhilan went to drop off her child, it was the first time she met Wang Rou.

She wore a plain-colored top and a white skirt, dressed like a female student in an old-fashioned school.

Her fair, oval face, with its bright, expressive eyes, couldn't hide her beauty.

She's a beauty.

Wang Rou was also stunned.

She was a proud person. She was beautiful since childhood and her family was rich. Even after donating all her family property and marrying Li Jiang, she never suffered any hardship and had no ambition.

but……

Wang Rou touched her rapidly beating heart and thought: She is so beautiful. I wish I could see her face every day.

"I'm 25 years old (by Chinese reckoning), and my birthday is in June," Lin Zhilan suddenly said.

Wang Rou exclaimed "Ah!" and then realized what she meant. "I'm twenty-four."

Lin Zhilan's smile widened as she handed her the plate, "These are some snacks I made. Please ask Sister Wang and Aunt Chen to help take care of the children."

"You're welcome, Linlin is very cute."

"..."

Chengzhou was automatically ignored by her.

Fortunately, the child was carefree. Lin Zhilan chuckled, told the two children to be good, and then quickly went to the hospital.

Watching her retreating figure, Wang Rou suddenly asked, "Mom, where is Sister Lin going?"

Sister Lin...

Chen Hehua felt a chill run down her spine; she had never heard her daughter-in-law call anyone's name so affectionately before.

She deliberately asked, "Who is this Sister Lin you're talking about?"

Wang Rou didn't speak, she just stared at her quietly.

Unable to bear her daughter-in-law's gaze, Chen Hehua could only say, "How would I know? Ask her yourself later."

Wang Rou should go out and socialize more. Staying cooped up at home all day will drive her crazy sooner or later.

"Okay." Wang Rou actually agreed and took Linlin's hand to go inside.

Li Xuan was the happiest.

He knew that once his little sister Linlin arrived, his mother's attention would briefly shift away from him.

……

In the operating room, Zhu Weidong and his assistant were both a little nervous, their legs trembling slightly as they put on their surgical gowns.

This is Commander Cheng Qingshan!

If something goes wrong during the surgery, not only will there be criticism and controversy from above, but they themselves will also feel guilty.

Cheng Qingshan could also tell that before the anesthesia, he smiled and said, "Don't feel pressured. Everyone has to die eventually. If it weren't for doctors like you, I wouldn't be alive today."

"I've already told my superiors that anyone could fail during surgery here, and regardless of the outcome, you shouldn't be held responsible!"

Everyone agreed, but the heavy feeling in their hearts had not yet subsided.

To prevent any accidents during the operation, Lin Zhilan also put on surgical scrubs. Upon hearing this, she said calmly, "What's there to be nervous about? The chief also has one heart and two lungs. Nothing else has happened."

A nurse in the operating room chuckled upon hearing this.

That smile instantly relaxed the atmosphere in the entire operating room.