Faced with the accusations of everyone, Lin Yu still looked calm and said, "It is indeed a serious medicine to add rhubarb, but he must add rhubarb for this symptom. Your prescription should be used to treat warm yang and activate the meridians. It is difficult to be competent. Add rhubarb to drain the patient.
Only by real stagnation can one heal.”
"Just, his disease is originally a sign of the Taiyang disease. Because he accidentally took the medicine, evil trapped the Taiyin, spleen damaged the Qi stagnation and collateral stasis, and caused abdominal fullness and pain." Song Zheng took his pulse carefully just now, thinking that he could not have been able to do so."
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"You're right."
Lin Yu nodded, and Song Zheng couldn't help feeling a little satisfied.
However, Lin Yu continued: "But the pain in the abdomen is mild or severe. Every time this big brother starts to hurt, it is probably very serious, right?"
"It's very serious, just like someone uses a drill to drill into my stomach." The patient nodded quickly.
"When I took my brother's pulse just now, the pulse was steady, but the symptoms did not diminish. The Ying and Wei were not in harmony. If I was not wrong, the brother might have taken this prescription." Lin Yu wrote Song Zheng as he said that
The pharmacy pushed him.
The patient looked down at the prescription, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Yes, this prescription has been taken for more than a week, but it has not worked. He heard that Jishitang opened today, so he rushed over."
Song Zheng's expression changed drastically in an instant. It was impossible. In order to avoid making mistakes, he took his pulse for a while.
Everyone couldn't help but feel uproar, and they blamed themselves for their misunderstanding of Lin Yu just now, "Sorry, little brother, we misunderstood you."
"It turns out that some people are just a young talent, but they actually have no real talent at all!"
"Yes, while we don't understand, we're fooling us here. Fortunately, there are people who are better than you here!"
Faced with the ridicule of everyone, Song Zheng's face was a little uneasy, and he became whiter.
"You follow my prescription to get the medicine, and it will improve in a few days." Lin Yu pushed the prescription he prescribed to the patient.
Then Lin Yu looked up and comforted Song Zheng, "Your diagnosis is actually not wrong, but traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching. Remember to ask the patient more next time, and you can avoid many detours."
In fact, Song Zheng has real materials. It is not easy for him to have such medical skills at a young age. Lin Yu also admires him a little, but it’s a pity that this person is too arrogant.
"snort!"
When Song Zheng left, Lin Yu's comfort sounded more like a mockery to him.
"Old Song, look at this prescription..." The patient still didn't believe Lin Yu, after all, he looked too young.
"You can catch it according to his house. No problem, it will be cured in three doses."
Song Minghui, who saw everything, sighed, then stood up, waved his hand at Song Zheng, signaling him to get out of his seat and plan to go into battle himself.
"Grandpa, I'm not comparing with him yet!" Song Zheng was very reluctant to leave.
"No need to compare, you are no match for others. Starting tomorrow, your homework will be doubled."
With so many people watching, Song Minghui was really unpredictable. Although his grandson did not make any major mistakes and his diagnosis was reasonable every time, he was always a little worse than Lin Yu.
In medicine, it is no exaggeration to describe it as a slight mistake.
Now that Song Minghui has been taking the exam personally, Lin Yu has been much more cautious. Except for some confident diseases, there is no need to take the pulse, and the rest must be taken seriously and then prescribed.
Every time Lin Yu prescribes the prescription, Lin Yu is almost exactly the same as Song Minghui's. Even if it is different, it is only slightly different. However, compared to the fact that Lin Yu's is better, so overall, Lin Yu has a slight advantage.
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The more they fought, the more they became more interested, and the more they became more and more admired each other. Every time they saw the same prescription as the one he prescribed, they would look at each other and smile.
Song Minghui's prejudice against Lin Yu had already been wiped out, but instead he felt a little respect in his heart.
Soon the patients in the outpatient clinic were almost treated, and the sky was getting darker.
The onlookers witnessed such a wonderful battle and were also excited. After all the outpatient patients were diagnosed, everyone applauded in unison.
In their opinion, the battle ended with a draw.
At this moment, a young couple suddenly squeezed in from outside the door, glanced at the room, and asked, "Who is Song Minghui and Song Divine Doctor?"
"I am." Song Minghui responded hurriedly.
"Doctor Song, please save my husband." The woman's voice was filled with a crying voice.
The man next to him had a pale face and a painful expression.
"Don't be anxious, sit first, talk about the symptoms slowly." Song Minghui quickly asked the couple to sit down.
"Doctor Song, I suddenly had a strange disease some time ago. My back felt like it was burning, and I felt very irritable. But I started from under my lower abdomen and kept getting cold, just like I was soaked in cold water.
Okay, I always urinate frequently, and... "
When the man said this, he looked at the people around him with a little embarrassed look, lowered his voice and said to Mr. Song: "And I will dream of misfortune every three or four days."
"We have seen many doctors in our hometown but have not been treated well, so we rushed to Qinghai for treatment. After asking, we learned that Jishitang was just open today, so we rushed over and beg you to save my husband." The woman's voice was urgent.
And earnest.
Everyone was surprised when they heard this symptom, half of them were hot and half were cold. They had never heard of this symptom, and they didn't expect that there would be such a strange disease.
"Come on, open your mouth and let me see."
After examining the man's mouth, Song Minghui began to take his pulse, his face looked a little solemn. After a moment, Zhan Yan smiled and looked quite confident. He made a gesture of inviting Lin Yu, signaling him to show the patient to see him, and then
Cut your head and start writing the prescription.
After he finished writing the prescription, he saw Lin Yu sitting next to him without moving. He couldn't help laughing and said, "What's wrong, Xiao He, why don't you diagnose it? Our discussion is not over yet, should you?
I'll admit defeat, but no wonder, this disease is really rare."
The crowd suddenly burst into laughter, but there was no malice, because Lin Yu's medical skills had completely convinced them.
"The young man is very skilled in medicine, but he is still a little younger."
"I haven't heard of this strange disease before. It's normal for him to see it."
"Yes, this young man is already very outstanding. He can clearly see so many difficult and complicated diseases. He is already very awesome."
"Looking at the entire Chinese medicine industry, I'm so young and capable, I'm afraid I'm just here!"
Everyone praised Lin Yu without hesitation.
Wei Gongxun couldn't help but straighten his chest, as if he was proud of knowing Lin Yu.
"So what can you do if you are so powerful? You have lost to my grandfather." Song Zheng, who was beside him, clenched his fists tightly, his face full of dissatisfaction.
"That's better than some people who are complacent if they have achieved something."
"That is, some people are not as skilled as others, but they can only speak sarcastic words."
"Young people should know how to be humble and see who is the miracle doctor."
Everyone stopped buying his account and started ridiculing him.
Song Zheng's face turned red when he was told, and he felt a little ashamed.
Lin Yu had not spoken aside. Looking at Song Minghui's smile as if he was a child on his face at this time, he really couldn't bear to tell him that in fact, this disease was diagnosed without taking the pulse.
Through the competition just now, Mr. Song also won Lin Yu's respect. Now there are not many doctors who can focus on medicine, not for fame and fortune, but do their best to serve patients.
Jishitang's medicinal materials are very good, the prices are very reasonable, and even a little cheap, which is enough to show Mr. Song's kindness.
Moreover, Mr. Song's childlike competitive personality reminded Lin Yu of his grandfather, and he felt inexplicably intimate.
He really wanted to admit defeat so that Mr. Song could be happy, but he looked at the painful man and his anxious wife, and his heart couldn't help but feel nervous.
With a responsible attitude towards the patient, Lin Yu still opened his mouth, "Old Song, taking the medicine is too slow, I have a faster way."
Song Minghui, who was happily instructing the patient how to decoct the medicine, was stunned and puzzled: "A faster way? Xiao He, can you see the cause of his disease?"
Lin Yu nodded.
"But you haven't taken his pulse at all."
"No need to take the pulse, I have seen this symptom before." Lin Yu said calmly. To be precise, his ancestors had seen this symptom.
The onlookers were suddenly in an uproar, and Song Minghui was also surprised. Although he had heard of this disease before, it was the first time he had seen it today. How could he have seen this disease at such a young age?
"Hmph, brag without drafting!"
Song Zheng snorted coldly. He didn't believe that Lin Yu had seen this kind of symptoms and guessed that he would use the charlatan again, but Lin Yu's next words surprised him.