The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Isn't it so fast, you can prescribe medicine by feeling the pulse, and it will be effective with one dose?
It sounds like a science fiction story.

Liar no doubt.

Zhu Jin became more and more firm in his thoughts.

Shui Wanxi's eyes shone with hope, as if seeing the dawn in the darkness.

This concert is too important to her, she can only succeed but not fail, she can't afford to lose.

She looked at Han Xingye helplessly, and her pleading heart was beyond words.

Han Xingye was about to prescribe a prescription when suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open.

A gentle middle-aged man in his 50s walked in, wearing glasses.

Zhu Jin seemed to see reinforcements, his eyes lit up, he took the initiative to walk forward, and held the opponent's hand with both hands: "Dean Lin, you are here, I will entrust you with my girlfriend's illness."

"I read the test report, and I'm ashamed to say that I didn't find the cause, but you don't have to worry, I invited my brother here, he is an authority, and you are lucky, he usually doesn't come out of the mountain."

Beside Dean Lin, there is also an old man with a gray beard, who has a bit of fairy air. Just looking at his appearance, he can live at least ten episodes in the TV series.

The old man said: "I only know a little bit of medical skills, and I have nothing to do with authority. I dare not say that I will be able to cure the disease. I have to feel the pulse first."

Feel the pulse?What do you mean, is it possible that you are also a Chinese medicine doctor?
Zhu Jin suddenly collapsed, he was now struggling with Chinese medicine, why did the expert he invited was a Chinese medicine practitioner?

Could it be that my girlfriend's illness can only be cured by Chinese medicine, isn't that a slap in the face?
The old man looked at Shui Wanxi and said, "You must be a patient. Let me take your pulse first."

Shui Wanxi hesitated for a moment, then looked at Han Xingye.

Although she is not in the professional circle of doctors, she still understands the principle that one thing cannot be done to two masters.

First invited Han Xingye to come to see a doctor, and now turn around and invite another expert. This is a sign of disrespect.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

The old man noticed Shui Wanxi's eyes, glanced at Han Xingye again, and asked, "Young man, do you know Chinese medicine?"

Han Xingye said, "It's just a little superficial."

"Well, after I feel the pulse, we can communicate."

This old man has the style of a doctor, and he doesn't look down on young people because of his age and seniority.

From Dean Lin's introduction, it can also be heard that this old man belongs to the category of indifferent fame and fortune, and usually doesn't like to show his face.

Han Xingye nodded at Shui Wanxi: "Listen more to the old man's opinion, there are only advantages and no disadvantages."

Shui Wanxi stretched out her hand to let the old man feel the pulse.

The old man stretched out three fingers, put them on Shui Wanxi's wrist in a very standard three-finger gesture, and asked casually, "Is there any abnormal reaction in your body recently? Is eating normal?"

This is the standard procedure of Chinese medicine to see a doctor.

As soon as the old man spoke, he couldn't help laughing: "I'm sorry, I'm making a fool of myself. I made an empirical mistake. I forgot that your illness is that you can't speak."

The people in the ward, all doctors from the association, all responded with a slight smile, but no one dared to show any sarcasm.

A layman watching the excitement, an expert watching the doorway, and seeing the old man's movements and posture, he must be a master.

The most rare thing is that this old man is very magnanimous, and he was speechless for a while, and he admitted it without the slightest concealment.

This is not an easy task. In front of so many people, how many people can really be happy when they hear it?
The old man smiled slightly and said, "I know your illness well. The problem should be in the stomach."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar, especially Zhu Jin, who immediately refuted: "How is it possible, she can't speak, the problem may be in the throat, it may be in the vocal cords, it may even be in the lungs , but it can’t be in the stomach, the stomach is part of the digestive system, so it has nothing to do with vocalization, isn’t this nonsense, Chinese medicine is indeed a lie.”

The old man was neither anxious nor annoyed, and said: "Her constitution is of the stomach heat type. When the heat meets dampness, the stomach gas will be generated, and the stomach will be burned by steaming, which will cause the lung mechanism to be out of balance and unable to make a sound."

Then, he turned to Han Xingye and said, "You also took her pulse earlier, what do you think?"

Han Xingye nodded and said, "It's true that something is wrong with her stomach. It's because she drank white wine and ate a lot of cold food."

Shui Wanxi did drink white wine, ice water, and iced watermelon before.

The old man nodded approvingly: "The young man seems to have two brushes. Now the disease can be confirmed. It's okay. I'll prescribe a prescription now and let the patient take it to test the effect."

When Xie Sikai and others heard this, they felt that the old man still had room for it, and he didn't say anything to death, and he was sure that the problem would be solved.

In comparison, Han Xingye's "one dose works" in public is obviously more domineering.

The old man wrote a prescription and said: "Take three medicines first and see the effect."

Shui Wanxi was very anxious, she was still thinking about tomorrow's concert, how could she have time to follow the steps and wait to see the effect of the medicine, what she wanted now was quick effect.

She looked at Han Xingye with pleading eyes, but she hadn't forgotten that what Han Xingye said was a one-dose effect.

Seeing this, the old man smiled self-deprecatingly: "Am I being a bit pretentious? Forget it, young man, you can prescribe medicine for her."

Han Xingye said: "This disease is a disease buried in soil and gold, and one dose will be effective."

Hearing this, the old man's expression darkened: "As a promising young talent, why didn't you study Zhongjing's recipes carefully, and went astray instead? It's all just speculation. "

Hey, the two seem to disagree.

Zhu Jin's spirit was lifted, and he suddenly became interested in watching the excitement, and asked loudly on purpose: "What is buried with rich soil and gold?"

Han Xingye said: "In Chinese medicine, the stomach is earth and the lungs are gold.

Shui Wanxi's illness was caused by excessive stomach qi, which suppressed the normal activity of the lungs, resulting in the inability to make a sound.

In nature, it is similar. Although among the five elements, gold is born from the earth, if the gold is buried deep in the soil, it will not be able to see the light of day, and no matter how precious it is, it will be useless. "

"Young man, you are not a Chinese medicine doctor at all, you are a fortune-teller?" The old man looked displeased: "There is no such thing as a so-called soil and gold buried in Chinese medicine, it is a term in the gate of life, and it looks like a magic stick. "

It can be seen that the old man is a defender of traditional Chinese medicine, and he likes to quote classics and find answers from medical books.

He instinctively rejected those outrageous claims.