The country romantic little doctor king

"Okay, I agree." Chen Yang nodded directly in agreement.

If you can't ask about your condition, it will be more difficult to diagnose the disease.

For example, if a patient has a headache, it is difficult to tell that the patient has a headache without asking. Unless you have enough experience.

Zhao Jingtang set the rules like this just to increase the difficulty.

He has seen more patients than Chen Yang has eaten, and his experience is far beyond what Chen Yang can match.

Moreover, some patients had been treated at his Tianyi Clinic, and he still had some impressions.

With this being the case, what else could Chen Yang expect to win against him?

It’s good if you don’t lose your pants.

Some of the patients brought medical records. Chen Yang picked five from them, and Zhao Jingtang also picked five from them, and then began to consult.

Zhao Jingtang was a thief. Three of the five patients he selected had memories of seeing a doctor at his Tianyi Clinic. One of them had the medical record written by him.

This can save him a lot of time in diagnosis.

"After selecting the patient, let's get started. It's only half an hour."

After moving a bench and sitting down, Zhao Jingtang started immediately.

He didn't even look at the first patient and just wrote down the diagnosis because he had seen him before.

The second and third patients had some impressions, but they couldn't remember them clearly. With their vague memories, they could be diagnosed within a minute.

The first three patients took him a total of five minutes, which was already very fast.

"Okay, next patient." Zhao Jingtang called, already entering the state.

At this time, Chen Yang actually walked back and forth in front of the ten patients with his hands behind his back, not even taking the pulse, just looking with his eyes.

You must know that the most important thing in TCM diagnosis is to check the pulse, and the other three-character tips are auxiliary.

If you don't even feel your pulse, what can you tell?

Do you think you have clairvoyance?

Could it be that the can was broken?

Zhao Jingtang was really unable to complain.

When ten minutes passed, Zhao Jingtang diagnosed five patients and wrote down five diagnosis cards.

But at this time, Chen Yang hadn't even written a single word, and was still reading with his hands behind his back.

"Xiaoyang, Zhao Jingtang has already read five. How many have you read here?" Aunt Yueru was a little anxious.

"No hurry, no rush, it's almost done."

After wandering around for more than a minute, Chen Yang returned to his seat, took out a pen and paper, and spent three minutes writing out ten cases.

The word count of his cases is obviously more than that of Zhao Jingtang. And the handwriting is neat and neat, unlike Zhao Jingtang's writing that looks like ghost drawings.

"Okay, I've written down my diagnosis. It took fifteen minutes." Chen Yang yawned and put down the pen and paper.

At this time, Zhao Jingtang was still taking the pulse of the sixth patient, but he was overtaken in one fell swoop, and far ahead.

It would probably take him thirty minutes to diagnose ten patients, but Chen Yang only used half of his time to diagnose all the patients. This was the gap.

Seeing Chen Yang announcing that the diagnosis was over, Zhao Jingtang was also shocked. He never expected Chen Yang to do it so quickly.

Even if his old father Zhao Changhe were here, it would take at least twenty minutes to diagnose ten patients.

Considering that you cannot ask the patient about their condition, it will only take longer, not less.

Chen Yang is faster than his old father, is it possible?

In an instant, Zhao Jingtang was relieved, thinking that Chen Yang must have been diagnosed at the Xiji Bar and wrote the diagnosis indiscriminately. The purpose was to disturb his state of mind and to gain the initiative in time.

Because Chen Yang would definitely lose in the accuracy comparison, he could only beat him in time.

Fortunately, Zhao Jingtang is very witty and explains that accuracy should come first in the game.

Zhao Jingtang was not in a hurry for the next diagnosis. He diagnosed ten patients in twenty-seven minutes, leaving three minutes for examination, making full use of his time.

Next comes the exciting stage of revealing the diagnosis results.

"You brat, excluding the time it takes to write a medical certificate, it only takes you one minute to diagnose a patient on average. It's ridiculous. Thank God if you can diagnose half the time, just wait until your face is swollen. Hahaha." Zhao Jingtang. Laughed loudly.

Chen Yang smiled coldly, ignored this idiot, and said, "Compare the diagnosis results. Fellow fellow, take your medical records and take a look at them to see what kind of disease you have."

"Fenghan has a headache."

The old man said while taking out his medical certificate.

"Yes, my diagnosis is the same, headache due to wind chill." Zhao Jingtang showed his medical certificate to everyone, and sure enough, it said "headache due to wind chill".

If you look carefully, you will find that the patient's medical record is exactly the same as his diagnosis.

In addition, the three characters "Heavenly Medical Center" are written on the medical record.

This patient was his old patient, and he had seen him a few days ago. Because I thought the medicine he prescribed was expensive, and it cost several thousand to get the medicine, I didn't even take the medicine, so I just left with a medical record book.

"As expected of the second-in-command of the Heavenly Medical Center, a -year-old Chinese medicine practitioner indeed has a lot of skills."

"Really great."

……

Compliments rang out sporadically among the patients.

Although Zhao Jingtang's medical ethics is not very good, he comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine and his medical skills are worthy of recognition.

"What is your diagnosis? Why don't you show it to everyone?" Zhao Jingtang looked at Chen Yang with a sneer.

"My diagnosis is also headache caused by cold." Chen Yang said calmly.

When Zhao Jingtang heard this, his expression suddenly changed and he said, "Impossible? How could you possibly diagnose him with a cold headache? Did you peek at my answer? Or did you read the patient's medical certificate?"

Zhao Jingtang was shocked beyond measure.

Without even taking the pulse, just using your eyes, you can tell that a person has a cold and a headache in one minute. This is so unbelievable that even his old man can't do it. Not even any Chinese medicine practitioner in China can do it.

You should know that there are many types of headaches, mainly divided into exogenous headaches and internal injury headaches.

Exogenous headaches are further divided into wind-cold headaches, wind-heat headaches, and rheumatic headaches.

Internal injury headaches are further divided into liver-yang headaches, kidney-deficiency headaches, blood-deficiency headaches, phlegm-turbid headaches, and congestion headaches.

Without asking about the patient's condition, it is already very difficult to diagnose a headache, and it is even more difficult to determine whether the headache is a cold headache.

If Zhao Jingtang had not seen a doctor for this patient, or had given him ten or twenty minutes, he might not have been able to diagnose the cold headache.

Just diagnosing this patient was enough to embarrass Chen Yang.

However, Chen Yang not only diagnosed ten patients within fifteen minutes, but also correctly diagnosed the old man's cold headache. It was simply a miracle.

"Impossible, this is my first time to see a doctor, and it's not my turn yet. The little miracle doctor hasn't seen my medical records." The old man who was diagnosed spoke for Chen Yang, telling the truth.

Then the conversation changed: "Dr. Zhao, you wrote my medical records, and I came to see you for treatment. If you insist that someone cheated, then it was you who cheated."

"what!"

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As soon as the old man said this, the whole audience exclaimed!