Tang Quan smiled and said, "Doctor Zhang, I will take you there!"
Zhang Yiming followed Tang Quan and came to the door of a ward.
Old Jin stood at the door.
"Old Jin?" Zhang Yiming shouted.
Mr. Jin smiled and nodded: "Doctor Zhang, the patient in this ward is an old friend of mine. He usually likes to taste delicious food. After retirement, his weight is increasing day by day, and now his life is endangering, so I would like to invite you to have a look."
“Can’t you even cure it?”
Zhang Yiming raised his eyebrows.
Mr. Jin is a Chinese medicine saint known as one of the country's leading experts.
Old Jin shook his head: "He is very sick, you will know when you see it later."
Zhang Yiming looked at Mr. Jin's solemn appearance and was very curious.
The old friend who can make Tang Quan and Old Jin condescend and surrender to the noble status must be an extraordinary person, and he must be a person who is either rich or noble.
The door opens.
When he saw the patient in the ward, Zhang Yiming finally knew why both Tang Quan and Mr. Jin attached so much importance to it.
To be precise, Zhang Yiming knew this person, but he didn't.
The person in front of me was Zhong Zhiguo, the second-in-commander in Qianhai City.
I used to see this person often in the news.
Now it has retreated.
Unexpectedly, after retreating, I came to Kyoto to recuperate.
Perhaps because of the torture of the disease and the increase in age, Zhong Zhiguo in reality is much older than Zhang Yiming's impression.
His hair was gray, his face was full of wrinkles, and his huge body shape really shouldn't have it at his age.
Mr. Jin walked to Zhong Zhiguo's bedside and introduced:
"Old Zhong, this is the miracle doctor Zhang Yiming. He is proficient in traditional Chinese medicine and has a better medical skills than me. I will ask him to show you."
Zhong Zhiguo sat up and looked up and down, saying:
"Doctor Zhang looks very young. Which family of traditional Chinese medicine comes from?"
Zhang Yiming said without being humble or arrogant:
"The medical skills passed down from our ancestors are nothing but no one makes a living from this. It was only in my generation that I could only be considered an intern at present, and I can't be called a family of traditional Chinese medicine."
In addition to Zhong Zhiguo, there was also a man and a woman in the ward.
The man is Zhong Zhiguo's eldest son, Zhong Gang.
The woman is Zhong Zhiguo's daughter, named Zhong Lin.
"Intern doctor?"
Zhong Lin was immediately surprised when he heard these four words, and then he was contempt.
"Old Jin, my dad believes in you, but how can you bring an intern to see my dad? How good can an intern doctor be able to get medical skills?"
Tang Quan hurriedly said:
"Doctor Zhang is not only an intern, but also an honorary physician in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine in our hospital!"
Mr. Jin also said good things about Zhang Yiming.
"Old Zhong, although Dr. Zhang is young, his medical skills are above me. If you can trust me, let him show you!"
From the beginning, Zhong Zhiguo admired Zhang Yiming's calmness.
Nowadays, few young people can have this mentality.
Zhang Yiming said: "In advance, although Dean Tang gave me a high status, in essence, I am really just an intern. I can't guarantee whether it can be cured well."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Zhiguo leaned against the head of the bed and laughed heartily.
"If you promised to cure me from the beginning, I wouldn't believe it, let alone let alone let you cure your illness. After all, you are too young, but now I believe it."
The best way to treat obesity is to exercise and lose weight.
However, Zhong Zhiguo's age and quality, exercising and losing weight obviously cannot work.
After taking the pulse, Zhang Yiming had already understood Zhong Zhiguo's physical condition.
Even Mr. Jin was helpless, and Zhong Zhiguo himself didn't have any hope.
I just believe it for the sake of my old friend, if this is an opportunity.
Seeing that Zhang Yiming was silent, Zhong Zhiguo seemed to be used to it, and was not discouraged, but instead comforted:
"It doesn't matter if I can't cure it. I've lived a long time ago and have long been indifferent to life and death."
That being said, I was a little disappointed.
Mr. Jin was even more disappointed. Is there no way Zhang Yiming even?
Zhang Yiming lowered his head and pondered for a moment. When he raised his head, he saw the expressions of several people and said funny.
"It's not that there is no way to lose weight. There are only a few ways to lose weight. In addition to drug treatment, it is necessary to keep your mouth shut and move your legs."
Zhong Lin said: "My father has taken weight loss pills before and is effective in the short term, but the weight surges after the rebound, which is equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst."
Zhong Gang also objected: "Weight loss pills are too harmful to the body. My dad can't stand the tossing now! You can't help but do whatever you want!"
Zhang Yiming said: "Don't worry, the Chinese medicine I prescribe may not be as effective as Western medicine, but the side effects are extremely small, but another problem must be solved before this."
Zhong Lin said: "Old Mr. Jin has also prescribed Chinese medicine, but it is still useless. Are you okay? If not, get out as soon as possible! Don't delay my dad's condition!"
"Xiao Lin! How did you talk to the doctor!"
Zhong Zhiguo immediately scolded.
Zhang Yiming was originally unhappy. At the beginning, he was opposed by the patient's family before he could prescribe the prescription, so the disease would not need to be treated.
Zhong Zhiguo said apologetically to Zhang Yiming:
"Sorry, Dr. Zhang, they also care about my body."
"It's okay, I understand."
"I wonder what you said just now, what is the solution to another thing?" Zhong Zhiguo asked.
Zhang Yiming glanced at Zhong Lin who was angry, and then said:
"It was just one thing, but just now, but now, there are two things to solve."
"Oh? Which two?"
"The first thing is to treat your coronary heart disease first!" Zhang Yiming said.
Zhong Gang was stunned and asked in surprise:
"How did you know that my dad has coronary heart disease?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching, and coronary heart disease has existed since ancient times, but it is just different from the modern name." Zhang Yiming said.
Just by taking the pulse and observing, the patient had coronary heart disease. Zhong Gang suddenly became a little impressed by Zhang Yiming.
"This coronary heart disease has always been treating my father. The situation is not bad at the moment." Zhong Gang said.
Zhang Yiming nodded, he realized that it was just that Mr. Jin's treatment effect was too slow, and he had a faster prescription, it depends on whether Zhong Zhiguo used it or not.
"This is the prescription I prescribe. You can determine whether you want to use it."
After Zhong Gang got the prescription, he gave it to Zhong Zhiguo first.
Zhong Zhiguo asked:
"What about the second thing?"
Zhang Yiming touched his chin and said, "I'd like to ask, how long has your parents passed away?"
Zhong Zhiguo was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Zhang Yiming wanted to do, but he still said:
"My father has passed away for thirty years and my mother has passed away for seven years."
"Did you go to visit their graves in these seven years?" Zhang Yiming asked.
Zhong Zhiguodao: "I am very busy with work and my work location is in Haicheng, but my parents are buried in Yancheng, my hometown, with a distance of hundreds of kilometers. I basically don't have time to go back to visit my grave in person. But every Qingming Festival, I will drag people to my elders to visit me.
fragrant."
"Doctor Zhang, does this have anything to do with my illness?"
Zhang Yiming nodded:
"It's almost the same, then when was the last time you went to burn incense yourself?"