"Sir, excuse me, can you tell me what kind of disease Thalia came here to treat?" One of the people took the microphone and pointed it directly to Ding Changsheng's mouth.
"Sorry, this is private!
In addition, are you mistaken? This is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, a place for health care and rehabilitation, not a hospital, let alone a place for medical treatment." Ding Changsheng took a step back and said with a smile.
American entertainment reporters are no less crazy than Chinese reporters.
These people are the reporters following Talia Ryder.
These people are like flies, chasing celebrities and surrounding them every day just to get news reports.
"Sir, are you saying that Thalia is here for rehabilitation?" The reporter became excited and asked again.
"I didn't say that. I said this is a Chinese medicine clinic for health care and rehabilitation. If you talk nonsense, I will sue you!
In addition, if you just took a photo, please delete the photo. If my photo appears in any media, I will sue you for infringement of my portrait rights.
There is surveillance in my store, and our conversations were recorded." Ding Changsheng corrected with a glare.
The most annoying thing about these entertainment reporters is that they like to take things out of context.
If Ding Changsheng doesn't correct it, he won't know how to make it up again.
Put Ding Changsheng's photo on top and make up the rest.
"Everyone, this is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. I don't accept interviews. Please get out! Don't ask anyone else." After Ding Changsheng finished speaking, he began to clear people out.
"We are reporters and have the right to interview!"
"I am a citizen and have the right to refuse interviews!
Please get out! Otherwise I will call the police!"
"I'm not feeling well, and I want to get acupuncture treatment!" One of the short white reporters rolled his eyes, had an idea, and shouted loudly.
"Yes, yes! I am also feeling unwell and need rehabilitation treatment!" Several other reporters also shouted.
"Okay! You line up and come one by one!" Ding Changsheng said with a smile.
"Sir, can you tell me what disease Thalia has? I can pay you for the information."
"Sorry, this is private!
We have the responsibility to protect the privacy of any customer who comes here for rehabilitation treatment or health consultation." Ding Changsheng refused very simply.
"Stretch out your hand and I'll take your pulse!" Ding Changsheng then said with a faint smile.
The small white reporter had no choice but to stretch out his hand and ask Ding Changsheng to take his pulse.
"Sir, how long has it been since you had a physical examination?" Ding Changsheng put away his smile and asked seriously.
"I..." The little white reporter was stunned for a moment. How long has it been since he had a physical examination?
He also forgot how long it had been since he had had a physical examination.
"In this way, you can go to the hospital for a stomach examination later."
"Sir, what do you mean by this?" The little white reporter was confused by Ding Changsheng's words and asked in confusion.
"There is a tumor in your stomach. The tumor is about three centimeters and the shape is not good!
You go to the hospital for a checkup first, and if necessary, you can come back to me." After Ding Changsheng finished speaking, he ignored the small white reporter and turned to look at the next wheat-colored female reporter.
"It's your turn!"
The small white reporter stood up a little confused, a little nervous, and a little unbelieving.
"Sir, can you tell me about Thalia's situation?" He said and gave Ding Changsheng a wink.
"Sorry, this is customer privacy!
Stretch out your hand and I'll take your pulse!"
The wheat-colored female reporter had no choice but to extend her hand, feeling somewhat interested in Ding Changsheng.
Although Ding Changsheng hated them as entertainment reporters, he didn't fool them just because they were entertainment reporters. He still took the other person's pulse very carefully.
"Let me take a look at your tongue!" Ding Changsheng said after taking his pulse.
The pulse is slow and stringy, weak when pressed, and the tongue is pale and has white coating.
"Do you often have inexplicable palpitations? When you feel flustered, you will become restless, or when you are sleeping, you suddenly wake up with panic, and then you can't fall asleep again. You will even feel upset while lying in bed, and then you will walk around on the ground. How can you live a good life?
It will ease after a while." Ding Changsheng asked after reading the tongue.
"Yes, yes! How did you know?" the slutty female reporter asked anxiously, forgetting that she was preparing to seduce and interview Ding Changsheng.
"Of course you can tell by taking your pulse!" Ding Changsheng said with a faint smile: "You should see a doctor for this disease. The doctor doesn't have any good solutions. He just told you to have a good rest and don't think too much. The most he can do is give you
Prescribe some soothing medicine.
After taking it, it has no effect at all."
"Yes! I went to several hospitals and they said it was caused by mental stress and suggested that I see a psychiatrist.
I also went to a psychiatrist, but the effect was not good." The wheat-colored female reporter nodded quickly.
"hehe!
Your condition is not caused by mental stress, but because you often stay up late and eat irregularly, resulting in a deficiency of heart yang."
"Heart yang deficiency?"
“This is what Chinese medicine says!
I'll prescribe you some decoctions to adjust your health. Don't stay up late at night. You can regain your health in about three doses." Ding Changsheng said with a confident smile.
"Okay! Thank you sir!"
"Are you going to cook the medicine on your behalf or go back and cook it yourself?" Ding Changsheng asked while writing the medical record.
"Please decoction it instead! I don't understand how your Chinese medicine decoctions it."
"Okay! Come and get the prepared liquid before five o'clock in the afternoon! Take it twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. Try not to stay up late in the future!
Otherwise, if it is cured this time, it will relapse next time." Ding Changsheng explained the doctor's instructions.
At this time, Wen Xiaoming just finished his diagnosis and handed the written medical record to Ding Changsheng for signature.
Ding Changsheng took over the medical records, handed the newly prescribed prescription to Wen Xiaoming, asked him to get the medicine, and then began to review Wen Xiaoming's medical records.
He raised his head and took a look at the patients Wen Xiaoming was treating so that he could compare it with the medical records.
After reading it, he felt there was no problem. Ding Changsheng signed it and handed it to Wen Xiaoming.
"Sir, due to the nature of my work, I cannot guarantee that I will not stay up late!" the wheat-colored female reporter said bitterly.
In fact, it is not easy for these entertainment reporters. It is normal to eat and sleep in the open.
Occasionally, he would be beaten, and if he offended someone he shouldn't, he might disappear from the world.
"Then you take medicine first, and then come back once every other week. I can use acupuncture to put you into deep sleep. Together with the medicine, although it will be slower, it can still keep you healthy." Ding Changsheng gave another treatment plan.
"How much does an acupuncture cost?" the wheat-colored female reporter asked cautiously.