No. 1 rich family abandons young

Is it really a laxative?

At this moment, Song Zhiyuan's face became serious.

My wife's health is already so unbearable, if I take laxatives again, will my body still be able to bear it?
Doubts linger in my mind.

Looking at Shen Lang's indifferent expression again, Song Zhiyuan told himself in his heart not to jump to conclusions before the truth came out.

"Xiao Shen, I believe you will not do anything against medical ethics, but is this prescription really a laxative?"

Song Zhiyuan would not think that Shen Lang is a quack doctor just because of He Qingyang's words. Even if he is confused, is it true that Zhao Tieshan is also confused?

Zhao Tieshan's level is not as good as that of famous doctors in provincial capitals, but he is absolutely unambiguous in knowing people and judging people.

"That's right, it's the laxative." Shen Lang nodded and said.

"You are so brave, how dare you harm my grandma and treat my grandma's life as a trifle?!" Song Ci's anger ignited instantly.

She had questioned Shen Lang's medical skills for a long time, but at this moment she exploded.

Song Zhiyuan was also shocked, extremely puzzled, and looked at Shen Lang with frowning.

Shen Lang had the grace to save his life, he would not blame Shen Lang like Song Ci did, but this matter must always be found out.

As for He Qingyang, he snickered in his heart, saying that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, with such a quack doctor as the foreshadowing, his next rescue would be very important.

Shen Lang noticed that the atmosphere at the scene was very dignified, especially the fierce eyes of the little goblin Song Ci, as if he wanted to tear him off immediately.

"It's just a laxative, so what. Since I dare to prescribe it, I'm [-]% sure. Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

At this time, Shen Lang's tone was flat and relaxed.

He has the true biography of China's number one goddess doctor Zhao Lingshu, how could he trample on medical ethics at will, he treats patients more seriously than any doctor.

The reason why he is so relaxed is that this intractable disease that has troubled many doctors is just a minor problem in his opinion.

Ordinary people are hypocritical, taking laxatives to treat diseases is similar to fighting poison with poison.

Seeing Shen Lang's calm posture, Song Zhiyuan finally gained some confidence.

"I believe you."

When Song Ci heard her grandfather say that, she almost went crazy.

"Grandpa, it's definitely a laxative. Why do you still defend him? Is grandma's body not as important as this quack doctor?"

At this time, He Qingyang was also fanning the flames: "Mr. Song, I think you should be cautious. Although this laxative is not highly poisonous, it is also very harmful to the body if you have diarrhea. Please think again, Mr. Song."

"It's a rough and superficial opinion. The medicine is three-point poisonous. Since I dare to use it, I will definitely cure the disease!" Shen Lang's eyes became colder, and he glanced at He Qingyang.

It's not a good thing to add insult to injury.

"Hehe, who gave you the courage? You dare to say such big words that medicine can cure the disease. Using laxatives as an antidote has already proved that you are a quack doctor, and now you are so brazen, it proves that you are a doctor who can only brag! "He Qingyang sneered.

"Ignorance!" In Shen Lang's eyes, He Qingyang was not worthy of carrying his shoes.

"I'm ignorant? Let me tell you, I'm a descendant of Renxintang, and our family has a history of Chinese medicine for 100 years!" He Qingyang raised his head and his tone became high-pitched.

Hearing this, Shen Lang couldn't help being happy.

Lao Tzu is a descendant of a miracle doctor. He once debated with several masters of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine in Lian Xin Tang. You Ren Xin Tang is not even qualified to participate. These days, Mao and Gou dare to call themselves a family of traditional Chinese medicine?

"If you haven't reached the first-class level in the country in 100 years, it's really a failure." Shen Lang smiled lightly.

"You! You! You!" He Qingyang was so angry that he stuttered.

And at this moment, the nanny had already fried the medicine.

Now Song Zhiyuan is facing a difficult problem, that is, should he drink the medicine prescribed by Shen Lang for his wife.

In the end, Song Zhiyuan still chose to believe in Shen Lang, because Zhao Tieshan once said that Shen Lang is likely to be the successor of ancient medicine.

Inheritors of ancient medicine are extremely rare, as precious as giant pandas, and Renxintang, even if it is a time-honored brand, still has a certain gap with the heirs of ancient medicine.

What Song Zhiyuan admired was that Shen Lang never showed his identity. If he called out the ancient medicine heir here, then He Qingyang wouldn't even say a fart.

"I probably understand Xiao Shen's intentions. If he publicly reveals his identity as the successor of ancient medicine, he will bring trouble to himself. At that time, many patients will come to seek medical advice, which will definitely affect their normal life." Song Zhiyuan thought in his heart. road.

"Grandpa, since I have invited Uncle He here, why don't you let him take grandma's pulse and find out about her condition?" Song Ci said.

"That's right, Mr. Song, although I, He Qingyang, am not a famous master of traditional Chinese medicine, I am at least better than Maozi." He Qingyang also said.

Now that He Qingyang had already spoken, Song Zhiyuan felt that he should give it a try, but in his heart, Song Zhiyuan was still more inclined to Shen Lang.

However, before making this decision, Song Zhiyuan had to seek Shen Lang's opinion first.

"Xiao Shen, what do you think? You decide."

What Song Ci and He Qingyang couldn't understand was that Song Zhiyuan actually handed over the decision-making power to Shen Lang.

This undoubtedly shows how much Song Zhiyuan attaches importance to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang nodded calmly and said, "I've never been afraid of challenges, let him try!"

Speaking of which, He Qingyang was far from qualified to challenge him, and He Qingyang's grandfather might still be qualified.

Who told the old man to let him practice in the secular world? He can crush the master of traditional Chinese medicine, but he pretends to be a little doctor here.

He Qingyang was overwhelmed with surprise, his face could not hide his excitement.

"Hehe, the balance of opportunities is tilting towards me again, boy, this is the opportunity you gave me!"

After a sneer in his heart, He Qingyang immediately adjusted his mood, from being a villain to being gentle and refined, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and gentle eyes.

This is He Qingyang's experience in the medical field for more than 20 years: If you want to do well, you must have acting skills!
A gentle and elegant personality makes it easier to establish the image of a Confucian doctor.

"The Confucian doctors of Renxintang have never wanted to compete with others, but the doctor is based on curing the disease and saving people. The patient is the sky. Even if there are difficulties and dangers ahead, I have to go to the doctor."

What he said, one after another, almost called himself a saint.

"There's so much nonsense, hurry up." Shen Lang said bluntly, he looked down on such hypocritical people the most.

He Qingyang glanced at Shen Lang with disdain, and then went to see Song Zhiyuan's wife with confidence.

The pulse condition of Song Zhiyuan's wife showed that it was indeed complicated and complicated. Although it was not an acute serious disease, it was difficult to cure it quickly.

He Qingyang wrote down a prescription and handed it to Song Zhiyuan confidently.

He felt that although this prescription could not cure the disease completely, it was at least a hundred times better than that boy Shen Lang's laxative prescription!
"Song Lao, this is my good prescription. After taking twenty courses of treatment, Mrs. Song will be cured. Remember to control the temperature of the medicinal soup. It should not be too high or too low. 37 degrees is the most suitable .”

Song Zhiyuan took the prescription, looked at it carefully, and gradually frowned.

Because this prescription is exactly the same as the previous prescriptions of Tongjitang and Jiucaotang.

Even the requirements for the temperature of the medicinal soup are almost the same.

This made Song Zhiyuan deeply suspicious, this is a way to maintain stability!
The so-called stability-maintaining prescription means that it can't kill people but it can't cure the disease, which is similar to tonic.

And the reason why there is a special requirement on the temperature of the medicinal soup is actually an excuse to shirk responsibility in the future.

The temperature of the medicinal soup is the most difficult to control, and it has nothing to do with the properties of the medicine, but if it doesn't work, the doctor can use the temperature as an excuse.

In addition, twenty courses of treatment, the number of days is too long, which is more conducive to the doctor to find a reason to shirk.

Having been fooled by Tongji Hall and Nine Herbal Hall, it is impossible for Song Zhiyuan to be fooled a third time.

In a rage, Song Zhiyuan tore the prescription in half!

This move shocked both He Qingyang and Song Ci.

He Qingyang couldn't figure it out, this prescription was much better than Shen Lang's, why not tear up Shen Lang's, but tear up his? !
What surprised him even more was yet to come, Song Zhiyuan immediately turned around and took Shen Lang's medicinal soup for his wife.

Song Zhiyuan would rather take a risk than let his wife drink those stability-maintaining prescriptions.

If it can't be cured, it can't be cured. Why delay the patient.

The key point is that this prescription for maintaining stability is not harmless, it is three-point poisonous medicine, it is no wonder that after taking so many courses of tonic, it will not hurt the liver or kidney!
Seeing his grandfather doing this, Song Ci was very dissatisfied and said, "Grandpa, why are you doing this?"

He Qingyang also showed a very aggrieved expression: "Yes, Mr. Song, is there something wrong with my prescription? It's not good to just tear it up, I have to give an explanation!"

"The biggest problem with your prescription is maintaining stability. Just like Tongjitang and Jiucaotang, it will be perfunctory. My old lady is about to suffer from other diseases after taking the tonic prescribed by your doctors!"

"But, Mr. Song, how can you be sure that this kid's prescription is better than mine? He is a laxative!" He Qingyang pointed at Shen Lang unconvinced.

At this moment, Song Zhiyuan's wife suddenly felt unwell.

I saw her frowning tightly, sweating on her forehead, and a sharp pain in her abdomen.

It was obvious that Shen Lang's laxative had taken effect!