Everyone was surprised by the question asked by Liang Zhengtao.
Except for Yan Minghua who can come to participate in the fun, everyone else is a doctor who understands medicine. Even Western medicine can see from the perspective of the man that the man is sick.
But the question is, why did Yan Murong say that he is not sick?
"He is indeed not sick," said Yan Murong. "Apart from the characteristics of hepatitis on his face, no other symptoms were found------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Doctor, please find a way to save me." As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, the man with a mask ran over and grabbed Yan Murong's arm and said with a begging voice. "I went to many hospitals, and Chinese and Western medicine have checked them----they all said it was hepatitis, but they couldn't find any other symptoms. I'm scared, I'm really scared."
"That's right, we old guys also took his pulse just now. Judging from the pulse pattern, there were no symptoms." Zheng Yan nodded and said. "And I have seen the prescriptions they prescribed, which are also good. They are all prescriptions for hepatitis prevention."
In the last sentence, Zheng Yan was obviously praising Zheng Wuming and the other two.
Indeed, after he took the man's pulse, he did not find any symptoms of hepatitis, but his face turned pale. Therefore, the prevention prescription prescribed by Zheng Wuming and the other two was very appropriate.
"You are not sick." Yan Murong said again.
"Doctor, please think of a solution." The man begged again.
"You are really not sick." Yan Murong said helplessly. "I ask you, have you had any discomfort in your body recently? For example, you are weak, don't want to move, or even eat, or you still feel tired after getting enough rest?"
"No." The man shook his head and said, "But this can't just make sure I'm really fine."
Obviously, the man didn't believe Yan Murong's words because he was too young.
In people's current view, the older the doctor, the better. Age means that they have been in medicine for a long time, which means that their medical skills have been very powerful after so many years of accumulation.
So, in terms of appearance, Yan Murong is too young and has no market.
"Several old men, please help me." The man looked at Zheng Yan and the others begging.
"Your disease is very strange." Zheng Yan nodded and said. "From the top, it is indeed a bit similar to the symptoms of hepatitis, but from the pulse pattern, there is no characteristic of the disease - maybe it is a hidden disease."
"In this way, you take this prescription to get the medicine first." Zheng Yan tore off the prescription written by Zheng Wuming from his notebook and handed it to the man. "This is a long prescription for conditioning and prevention. You can follow this prescription and decoct the medicine on low heat throughout the process, one bowl of medicine, five bowls of water, and boil it into half a bowl of medicine. One bowl of morning and evening every day."
"Thank you, thank you." The man said to Zheng Yan gratefully.
Although the other party did not see what his disease was, the prescription for conditioning was prescribed.
Prevent it before being sick or not. This is what people nowadays.
"Idiot." Yan Murong said with a sneer.
"How do you say, why are you still cursing?" The man was displeased when he heard Yan Murong's words. "You can't see the disease and prescribe the prescription, that's because you haven't learned it well. The old doctor prescribed me for prescriptions, why are you still cursing?"
"I didn't say you." Yan Murong shrugged indifferently, pointed at Zheng Yan and said. "I'm talking about him."
"Yan Murong, what do you mean?" Zheng Wuming stood up with a cold face and looked at Yan Murong and questioned. "Be careful when speaking. Even if you have misunderstandings about me, don't be disrespectful to my grandfather."
Yan Murong sighed helplessly and said, "He is indeed not sick and doesn't need to be treated-----It's three parts poisonous to medicine, and the same is true for traditional Chinese medicine."
"Why do you say I'm not sick? If you haven't studied medicine well, just say I'm not sick?" the man said unhappily.
"-----" Yan Murong was speechless.
What's going on? This man is a bit weird. It's not okay to say that he is not sick. Do you have to cause some illness for yourself to be satisfied?
"Okay, take off the mask." Yan Murong said to look at the man.
"What are you going to do?" the man asked vigilantly.
"I'll treat you." Yan Murong said helplessly.
The man looked at Zheng Yan and the others and took off his mask skeptical.
"The tongue sticks out."
The man stretched out his tongue as Yan Murong said. The originally pink tongue surface was hung with a layer of yellow and thick layer of tongue coating.
"What do you guys, what do you mean?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Yan and asked with a smile.
"There is no symptoms on the pulse, and the tongue coating is yellow, which is probably caused by anger." Zheng Yan looked at the man's tongue and said. "But his complexion is sallow, which is a bit abnormal."
"Indeed." Yan Murong nodded and said, "So I said, he is not sick at all."
Yan Murong's words made everyone stunned again.
It is indeed normal to get angry. Many people get angry due to improper rest or irregular diet. This is very common, but you can tell that it is abnormal when looking at his face. How can it be just anger?
"Murong, tell me what you think." Liang Zhengtao asked.
"I have no idea," Yan Murong said with a smile.
"Nothing." Zheng Yan said in a deep voice. "You are delaying the patient."
"I said, old man, don't you know that it is very rude to interrupt when others talk?" Yan Murong asked with a smile, but the expression looked like Zheng Yan's eyes. He was as cheap as he wanted, and as much as he deserved to be beaten.
"You-----" Zheng Yan pointed at Yan Murong for a long time, and finally just snorted coldly. "Hmph, okay, I'll see what you can say."
"Minister Liang." Yan Murong looked at Liang Zhengtao and explained. "I said I had no idea, but it does not mean that I have no evidence to show that he is not sick."
As he said that, Yan Murong looked at the man, spoke slowly, and asked, "Didn't the urine turn yellow in addition to the yellow tongue coating and the yellow face?"
"Yes." The man nodded and asked. "What kind of disease do I have? Why can't the hospital check it out?"
"You are really not sick." Yan Murong smiled. "It's not yet August, and the weather is getting hot, so drink more water every day."
"I drink a lot of water every day," the man said.
"Actually, I want to say-----" Yan Murong said after a pause. "If you like to eat fruits very much, in summer, just eat more watermelon, which can help relieve heat------By the way, eat less oranges."