Chapter 28, Hua Yourong

Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 28, Hua Yourong

I spent thirty cents to register a number.

The two came to a room on the second floor, where a middle-aged man in a white coat was sitting there treating a young man.

They didn't wait outside, they stayed inside.

Two long benches were connected together, and the patients sat there one after another, waiting for the doctor to call someone.

I came early in the morning and there were not many people. Yang Xiaole was second in line and sat at the front of the big bench. Several people came one after another from behind.

Yang Guangzhi stood aside and waited.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the patient in front of him was seen, and Yang Xiaole immediately ran up.

The doctor glanced at him, smiled at Yang Guangzhi and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Guangzhi thought for a while and found that he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

I don’t know how to describe it, so in the end I could only say: “He is weak and weak.”

When the doctor heard this, he smiled and didn't care.

Instead, he continued to ask Yang Xiaole: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? What symptoms do you usually have? Where does it hurt, doze off, dizziness, etc.?"

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaole thought for a moment and explained his usual symptoms.

"Well, hold out your hand and let me see!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole stretched out his hand.

The other party squinted his eyes and felt his pulse!

"Well, it's a bit soft. Come on, lift up your clothes and let me listen."

Then I picked up the receiver and listened back and forth.

"Well, the heartbeat and lungs are normal..."

"Check your blood pressure! It's a little low."

"The tongue is sticking out...well, the tongue coating is a bit white."

"Let me see my eyes..."

"Put your calves out...well, there's no swelling!"

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After the examination, the doctor put away his things and said to Yang Guangzhi: "The child has no big problem, it's just anemia and hypoglycemia caused by malnutrition. We usually pay attention to some nutrition, but to the extent of his anemia, we still need to take a blood test."

Take a moment, think about it, do you want to draw blood?"

"Drawing blood? How much does it cost? It won't hurt the child, right?"

Yang Guangzhi is still a little worried.

"Haha, it's okay. Just take a blood test with your finger. It's not much. The test fee is 7 cents!"

After hearing this, I felt that it was not expensive, so I agreed: "Okay, let's go do some testing!"

The doctor nodded: "Then I'll write a list for you, and you go to the first floor for testing."

While talking, he took out a prescription and wrote it neatly on it.

"Stab it!"

After finishing writing, he tore off a piece and handed it to Yang Guangzhi: "You go down there and pay for the blood draw. Come back to me after the report comes out."

"Hey! Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor!"

Yang Guangzhi took the prescription and thanked him immediately.

"You're welcome, go ahead and watch here later."

"Hey, okay, you go ahead and let's go do the tests!"

After saying that, he led Yang Xiaole out of the consulting room.

After coming out, Yang Guangzhi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, it's anemia. I'll give you more jujubes to replenish your blood."

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes.

What are the uses of jujube alone?

What he wants to eat is meat or something.

The two of them went downstairs, paid 7 cents for the test fee, and came to the window.

The nurse glanced at him from inside and said, "Where is the list?"

Yang Xiaole handed her the list.

After the nurse took it, she picked out a soaked embroidery needle from the aluminum lunch box next to it.

"hand!"

The process is similar to that of later generations, so Yang Xiaole naturally knows how to do it.

"hiss!!"

Such a big embroidery needle pricked his finger directly, which made him feel painful.

It's better to use the catapult type in later generations.

It doesn't hurt much.

Fortunately, you don't have to smoke as much as later generations, a tube full.

A lot of blood was squeezed out and was sucked away by the other party with a tube.

After it was done, the other party told him, "Okay, go and wait aside. I will call your name and come get the report."

Yang Xiaole pinched the wet alcohol cotton and asked her, "Nurse, how long will it take?"

"Not necessarily, about ten minutes or so!"

Yang Xiaole nodded when he heard this, and he and Yang Guangzhi came to the wooden chairs next to them and sat down.

Looking at his covered fingers, Yang Guangzhi asked curiously: "Just a few drops of blood can tell what's wrong with you? Is it so magical?"

"Well, this is a test to see what is lacking in the body, and you will know by comparing it with normal people."

There has always been a dispute between Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

Each has it's own benefits.

But he still trusts the old Chinese medicine doctor more. He had been ill before and had a high fever that wouldn't go away, even after taking antipyretics.

But the old dean pricked his ears and thumbs with needles several times and squeezed out some blood.

It didn't burn after that.

Unfortunately, traditional Chinese medicine is destined to decline.

There are too many factors and it cannot be decided by one or two people.

There is no way to standardize traditional Chinese medicine, the apprenticeship period is long, the commission on traditional Chinese medicine is low, and artificial planting results in lower efficacy of the medicine...

All kinds of factors combined, in that era of materialistic desires.

True Chinese medicine has begun to slowly disappear.

In particular, using the standards of Western medicine to manage Chinese medicine and physician qualification certificates are the two most severe blows to Chinese medicine.

None of these can be said well.

After all, the doctor-patient relationship will be very intense in the future.

The two of them had just sat down.

Another mother and daughter came here to draw blood.

A young woman in her thirties, wearing a plaid worsted blouse, was leading a girl in a light cyan skirt.

The girl is about thirteen or fourteen years old, not short in height, already over 1.5 meters tall.

He has an oval face, big eyes, and two ponytails on his chest.

After drawing blood, he sat next to the two of them.

Yang Xiaole looked at it.

These two clothes are beyond the reach of ordinary people, and there are no patches at all, and they are 90% new.

Because these days, material is a factor, and fabrics with different colors will also increase the price of fabrics due to the increase in textile costs.

The cost of solid-color fabrics is definitely lower.

Plaid shirts may have been very common clothes in later generations, but at this time they were very expensive, and they were made of worsted fabric.
To be continued...