The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 793 Dry Cicada Pulse Technique
The old man who suffered a stroke was carried to the consultation room inside the house.

According to what Li Changan said, the fat man helped his father up and put him on a pillow.

With just a change in body position, the old man's breathing became a little smoother.

Seeing the change in his father's complexion, the fat man became happy. He was not sure about the unshaven man at first, but now he has a little more confidence.

Everyone in the house was kicked out, Li Changan and Mr. Hu stayed inside.

Looking at the old man's appearance, he was extremely serious and would be in danger at any time due to suffocation or other complications.

This is just a research institute, and there are no emergency medical conditions, so Mr. Hu is very worried.

Li Changan beckoned Liang Mengqi at the door to come in: "You will be my assistant."

In a word, Liang Mengqi was very happy. Li Changan thought about it, and called An Meng in again. It was not that she needed to do anything, but that she was not at ease when she was alone outside. He valued this little assistant very much now. of.

The room quickly quieted down. Li Changan walked up to the old man, then sat down slowly, and said to the fat man, "Don't say anything, just watch from the side. cured."

The fat man's lips trembled. No doctor, not even the most skilled and famous doctor, dared to make such a promise to the patient's family.

The power of this kind of commitment is actually more effective than an imperial decree for a family member of a desperate patient.

The fat man was so excited that he sat down immediately, with his hands still on his knees, and he looked obedient, just like kindergarten children listening to the teacher.

Li Chang'an observed the complexion of the old man, and saw that the old man's muscles and face belonged to the type of old and vigorous, not weak and sick.

"Your father usually likes to exercise very much. He is always in good health. Maybe he rarely even gets a cold?" Li Changan said lightly.

The fat man nodded again and again: "My old man was born in the army, so he is tough. Last month, he participated in the Jiangning City Elderly Marathon and won the prize. I really didn't expect him. He will suddenly have a stroke!"

Li Changan nodded, and then listened to the old man's breath. Although it was hoarse like a broken windmill, his Qi pulse was still stable, and his breathing was slow, but his breath was normal.

That doesn't sound like the symptoms of a stroke.

After "looking" and "smelling", Li Changan asked a few more questions about the situation before and after the onset of illness, and then stretched out two fingers of his left hand.

Mr. Hu had been paying attention, and couldn't help but widen his eyes at this moment.

When it comes to medical skills, it is difficult to tell the difference between high and low when it reaches a certain level, and at this time, "diagnosing pulse" and "golden acupuncture" are the key to advanced medical skills!
Now this "Li Daniu" is finally about to get his pulse, and only then can we see what level his level has reached!
The index finger and middle finger of Li Chang'an's left hand slowly pressed on the old man's veins, but he stretched out his fingers, and the slender index finger was still trembling slightly.

"This, could this be..." Mr. Hu felt a huge wave in his heart. This peculiar pulse diagnosis method is already a legendary pulse method.

Liang Mengqi also kept watching, but now seeing Mr. Hu's excited expression, she couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Teacher, what's the matter? His pulse diagnosis method is very unscientific."

"What do you know!" Mr. Hu said short of breath, "This is the 'Dried Cicada Pulse Method', which has been lost for a long time. I heard my old teacher, Mr. Xiao Dongyue, mention it once. He said that the pulse diagnosis method needs to be practiced Running the power of mystical perception has already surpassed the ability of ordinary people, and can diagnose changes in the three-layer veins."

Liang Mengqi couldn't understand: "Three veins?"

Hu Laozheng nodded his head: "Ordinary doctors can only feel the superficial changes, the ups and downs, but the generation of famous doctors can see the hidden veins of the next layer from the superficial pulse, but this dry cicada pulse method can see The third layer is the core of the disease, the old teacher told me that even a medical genius would need at least decades of effort to learn the superficial aspects of pulse diagnosis."

Liang Mengqi was stunned: "But he looks like he's in his thirties at most."

Mr. Hu smiled: "Thirty? Don't be fooled by his slovenly appearance, I think he is in his twenties at most."

Liang Mengqi looked carefully, and found that this "Li Daniu" was indeed very young. If he shaved off his beard, he would still look handsome.

And the two fingers of "Li Daniu" are indeed motionless like a dry cicada, and occasionally the index finger will vibrate, just like a dry cicada flapping its wings.

She was in a daze.

Li Changan quickly withdrew his hand, he was already very clear about the old man's illness.

He turned to Liang Mengqi who was in a daze and asked, "Do we have any ice here?"

Liang Mengqi came back to her senses, and hurriedly said, "Yes, we have a big freezer here to store medicine."

Now is the cold winter, but Li Changan immediately said: "Go get a basin, put ice cubes and cold water in it, don't need any hot water, make sure the temperature of the water in the basin is around freezing point, go quickly."

Liang Mengqi hurried out, but the fat man couldn't bear it long ago, and asked repeatedly: "Doctor, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

Li Changan glanced at him: "Did you forget what I just said?"

By the way, the fat man kept his mouth shut obediently when he was not allowed to speak, but he was impatient, and his old temper was about to break out again.

Liang Mengqi brought a basin of ice water, and Li Changan asked the fat man to support the old man, took off his shoes and socks, and gently put the old man's feet into the ice water.

On such a cold day, even though there was an air conditioner in the room, the old man couldn't help humming, and his whole body shivered.

The fat man was about to panic, but he could only hold back when Li Changan gave him a glare.

"If you want to cure your father's illness, you have to listen to me." Li Changan said coldly.

Strange to say, the old man originally had trouble breathing and his face was as red as vermilion, but now his feet were shocked by the cold water, and after a few tremblings, his breathing became more stable.

Then he tilted his head and made a cooing sound in his throat.

The last mouthful of thick phlegm was spit out, and the old man with crooked mouth and squinting eyes let out a refreshing breath, and finally opened his mouth, and the teeth that had been bitten tightly were also loosened.

Mr. Hu was stunned, and came over and asked, "This qi and blood is blocked, shouldn't we use hot water to warm the compress to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis? Why does he look much better after using ice water?"

Li Chang'an smiled: "Stroke can be divided into real, fake, internal and external, as well as hot, cold, poisonous, and tonic. It was stagnant because it was too vigorous, and at this time, use cold water to stimulate the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of the feet to make the blood contract, and his body is already fine, and the congestion can partially dissolve."

Mr. Hu couldn't take his eyes off it, and said pleasantly: "So, brother, are you really sure that you can be cured?"

The fat man was also supporting his father, with a shocked expression on his face.

"This is an acute stroke, with heat and poison entering the body. Not only am I sure it can be cured, but I can also get him out of bed soon." Li Changan took the tissue that An Meng handed over, wiped his hands, and said, "Here is Is it a gold needle?"

(End of this chapter)