The personal security of the beautiful president

After a while, Ding Zhe let go of the old man's wrist, turned to look at the old doctor Xue Heng, and said at the same time: "On the surface, this old man has a thin pulse, which is also a sign of spleen-stomach disharmony."

"It's also suitable for you to use sausage soup, but you overlooked one point."

"This old man has a sad face, and he is obviously not in a good mood."

"Worrying about the liver, fear of hurting the kidneys, thinking about hurting the spleen..."

"So, now the old man has both liver and spleen injuries."

"I deduce that he not only has enteritis, but also often has blood in his stool. If he goes to a western doctor for a colonoscopy, he should still have ulcers."

"This ulcer can even involve the stomach."

"It's what Western medicine calls Crohn's syndrome, and I'm right!"

Ding Zhe talked eloquently.

"Uh!"

The old man looked at Ding Zhe with a look of surprise: "A week ago, my son took me to check western medicine, and the scene report said so, but I didn't believe it, so I came to see Dr. Xue Heng, I didn't expect , you actually saw it..."

the old man, let

Xue Heng was also taken aback.

It turned out that the old man was an old patient of his, and he came every month. Even if he ate Tiaochang Decoction, it was not good, but he couldn't stop it.

Enteritis never ends.

But he couldn't see the reason, but he didn't expect that Ding Zhe would explain the cause of the disease so carefully in a few words.

Could it be that his medical skills are better than his own?

Thinking of this, Xue Heng shook his head, and then said to Ding Zhe: "It's nothing to know the pulse, I'd like to see how you formulate it, and, I don't know, besides intestine-regulating soup, what other prescriptions can do it?" Look at his illness..."

"Hehe, that's not easy."

Ding Zhe picked up a pen, and wrote down a prescription that was not at all the same as his Tiaochang Decoction.

Then, he handed it to the old man: "Take this prescription for a month. If your ulcerative enteritis is not good, you will come and smash my clinic later."

"Uh……"

The old man had obviously become a doctor after a long illness, took a look at the prescription, and then he was stunned, then said to Xue Heng hesitantly: "Doctor Xue, there is a medicine called Toosendan in this prescription, this medicine It's poisonous..."

"What, look..."

Xue Heng took the prescription and took a look, then he was stunned.

It turned out that this prescription was not at all the same as the one he prescribed for the old man.

It is simply subverting the principle.

However, he is an old doctor after all.

Just looking at this prescription, one can tell that this prescription not only treats enteritis, but even cures the gastric ulcer of the old man.

Simply incredible.

Then he handed the prescription to the old man, and at the same time said with admiration: "Old Yue, just take this medicine, this medicine is better than what I prescribed."

"Really..." Lao Yue was surprised: "But, that Toosendan is poisonous..."

"It's okay, just to restrain the poison of worry in your body..." Xue Heng nodded and said.

After finishing speaking, he sighed.

As soon as the so-called expert makes a move, you will know if there is any.

Ding Zhe's medicine showed that he was better than himself.

Be worthy of the word "miracle doctor".

However, after all, he has practiced medicine for decades, and he was actually defeated by a young man in his twenties. After all, he felt unwilling.

So, he pointed to the second neighbor and said, "This aunt complained of chronic pharyngitis. I prescribed several prescriptions, but it didn't improve. What do you think..."

"Ok!"

Ding Zhe put his hands on the middle-aged woman's wrists, just touched them lightly, then moved them away, and said at the same time: "This aunt is suffering from plum nuclear gas. If you look at it according to chronic pharyngitis, It will definitely not work."

"As for the Meihe Qi, it's easy to treat..."

After finishing speaking, Ding Zhe picked up the pen, wrote down a prescription little by little, and handed it to the aunt.

The aunt obviously also had some doubts, and looked at Xue Heng suspiciously.

The latter took the prescription and glanced at it, then sighed and said, "Sister Li, you should take the medicine according to the prescription."

"Am I really a Meiheqi?"

The aunt surnamed Li said.

"I'm afraid so." At this moment, Xue Heng seemed to feel much older.

"Great, I can't sleep every night now."

The aunt surnamed Li went happily.

Afterwards, the third patient hurried over without waiting for Xue Heng to make an introduction: "My big vertebra is in pain, confused, dizzy..."

"Ok!"

Ding Zhe nodded, instead of going for a massage, he picked up his thumb and forefinger and rubbed them lightly on his fingertips.

Those two fingers rebounded slowly.

"Your Hoffman's symptoms are positive, which shows that the cervical spine is compressed..."

Then he went to her back and pinched her cervical spine: "The fifth stage of the cervical spine is raised, and it is almost forming a rich bag. If you don't intervene, you can only have surgery..."

"Uh, little genius doctor, can this cure me?" The middle-aged woman looked at Ding Zhe with surprise.

"Of course, Western medicine can only treat this with surgery. In terms of Chinese medicine, acupuncture and moxibustion can follow..."

After finishing speaking, he took out a box from his arms: "You lie on the bed first, take off your shirt, and I will give you acupuncture..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xue Heng again.

The latter immediately understood: "I will be your deputy."

By this time, he no longer doubted Ding Zhe's medical skills.

And here, Ding Zhe took out a few silver needles and pierced the middle-aged woman's cervical spine one by one.

One of the silver needles actually just pierced into the Fugui bag.

Go a lot deeper.

Wait until the woman is about to feel the pain.

Ding Zhe flicked the tail of the needle lightly with his finger.

hum!

The silver needle trembled.

Xue Heng, who was standing on the side, was completely surprised: "This, this acupuncture technique is simply amazing..."

"Ha ha!"

Ding Zhe took off the silver needle and put it aside, then motioned for the middle-aged woman to sit up, and broke her neck twice.

I only heard two light bangs, bang bang.

Afterwards, the middle-aged woman happily said: "It's amazing, it's amazing, I feel that my head has become much clearer all of a sudden..."

After finishing speaking, he said to Ding Zhe: "Little genius doctor, how much is the consultation fee for this treatment?"

Ding Zhe waved his hand, signaling to Xue Heng that it's up to him: "For the time being, the medical center is not mine yet..."

"Do not……"

Xue Heng shoved and shook his head: "This clinic is already yours. The medical skills of the little genius doctor make the old man bow down."

"Originally, this old man planned to offer the medical center for free, but this old man has a sick grandson, so I had to exchange the original price to you..."

Speaking of this, Xue Heng seemed to have an apologetic expression on his face.

"Haha, it's okay." Ding Zhe waved to Xia Xiucheng who was beside him: "Brother help me pay..."

"okay."

Xia Xiucheng hurried over.

On the other hand, Ding Zhe sat in the position of the attending physician, and at the same time said to the few remaining patients: "Nanshan Hall will be open for three days from today, and all patients and medicine fees will be free..."

"awesome!"

"Thank you, little genius doctor."

Those patients screamed at the same time.

And then, an incredible thing happened.

That is, Xue Heng, an old doctor who just completed the delivery procedures with Xia Xiucheng, actually joined the team of patients...