It turns out that this is how he judged that the man was not sick.
Liang Zhengtao nodded with satisfaction with his smile and said, "Murong, I have to admire you for observing so carefully."
"Coincidence, this time it was purely a coincidence." Yan Murong said embarrassedly. "If it hadn't been for this happening to me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have judged it."
"This is no coincidence." Liang Zhengtao shook his head and said seriously. "As a Chinese medicine doctor, you can observe so carefully, and this is your responsibility to the patient."
Liang Zhengtao's words were originally unintentional, but Zheng Yan and his others' faces were indeed a bit unfair.
Why does this sound like scolding them?
Only Hua Cuo was so energetic that he gave Yan Murong a thumbs up.
After all the patients invited took the prescription and left, Liang Zhengtao asked, "Old Zheng, are there any other competitions?"
"Some." Zheng Yan nodded and said. "Every Chinese medicine seminar, in addition to diagnosis, there are on-site treatment and medication."
Liang Zhengtao nodded and agreed with these three competitions.
As a qualified Chinese medicine practitioner, you must be proficient in diagnosis, medication and treatment.
Traditional Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine.
If Western medicine is a theoretical school, then traditional Chinese medicine is a practical school.
Western medicine can rely on various instruments for treatment, while traditional Chinese medicine, whether it is to grasp medicine or treat it, all depends on the doctor himself.
In fact, it was very simple to grab medicine. After Zheng Yan finished speaking, he asked someone to carry it to a large medicine box.
"Is anyone else participating?" Zheng Yan asked, looking at the students from major Chinese medicine colleges around him.
Everyone started to shake their heads.
They don't want to be embarrassed anymore.
Grasping medicine seems simple, but it is not simple either.
Some Chinese medicine practitioners now rely on weighing plates to accurately proportion the medicine, but in this competition, they rely entirely on manual methods, and the comparison is about who is grasping the medicine accurately.
"Since no one is here, then you four will start." As he said that, Zheng Yan took out four chapters of prescriptions and distributed them to the four of them.
This is not a problem for Yan Murong.
When following the old man to practice medicine, at the beginning, the old man was the one who treated the disease and saved the people, and Yan Murong was the one who did the tricks.
For a long time, behind Yan Murong, except for the pots and pans, he carried a big bamboo basket, like a little girl picking mushrooms. The bamboo basket contained various medicinal materials.
Of course, the old man would not give Yan Murong a scale, so every time the old man asked Yan Murong to get medicine after healing his illness, Yan Murong would get medicine manually.
At the beginning, the medicine Yan Murong caught was always short of weight, and the old man didn't mind. After he had finished all the medicine for Yan Murong, he would be punished to squat on horseback.
This squat lasted for three years, but in three years, Yan Murong would not be punished again. Even if he couldn't get it right, at least the gap would not exceed one gram.
However, looking at the prescription in his hand, Yan Murong was a little puzzled.
This is just a prescription for treating pharyngitis, it is really simple.
Without thinking much, Yan Murong walked to the medicine box and started to grab the medicine.
15 grams of honeysuckle, 20 grams of platycodon, 10 grams of licorice, 10 grams of tangerine peel, and 15 grams of green fruit.
Soon, the tray in Yan Murong's hand was filled with medicinal materials.
Similarly, Zheng Wuming and others' movements were very fast, and they were basically completed in less than a minute.
After Yan Murong put the grabbed medicine on the table, the three old men brought a scale and began to weigh the medicinal materials.
This competition did not take much time, and Yan Murong and the other four had no time to get medicine. If it took time, it would have taken some time for those who carried the medicine box in.
Soon, the result was already out.
"Let me tell you the result." Zheng Yan looked at the four people and said. "The prescriptions I gave you are the same. They are the prescriptions for treating pharyngitis--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Li Yunxi, there is one more honeysuckle, Platycodon is correct, licorice is correct, tangerine peel is correct, and green fruit is correct."
"Zheng Wuming, it's completely correct." Zheng Yan glanced at his grandson and said with approval.
Yan Murong was also stunned. He didn't expect that Zheng Wuming's hands were very good.
"Yan Murong-----" Zheng Yan looked at Yan Murong, but after only calling out his name, he suddenly stopped.
Yan Murong didn't say anything, but looked at Zheng Yan quietly, looking at what he wanted to say.
"Yan Murong." After a long pause, Zheng Yan said. "The medicine you catch is less."
As soon as Zheng Yan finished speaking, everyone was upset.
Damn, I saw this kid was quite awesome just now, why did you take less medicine?
Many people began to talk about it because Yan Murong was too popular recently, but his performance on the medicine grabbing today is really inconsistent with the reports on him on TV and newspapers.
What did the media say about him? The media said that he was a little miracle doctor.
Damn, have you ever seen a miraculous doctor who can catch medicines and get short? If it is not accurate, it is because he really didn't catch it right.
"So, I announce." Zheng Yan said loudly. "This medicine competition is Zheng Wuming----"
"Wait." Yan Murong suddenly shouted out and interrupted Zheng Yan's words.
"What do you want to do?" Zheng Yan frowned and said, "This kid was rude to interrupt when someone else was talking. Why did he forget so quickly?
"I didn't lose." Yan Murong said lightly.
"You didn't lose? Haha, it's really interesting." Zheng Yan suddenly laughed, pointed to the medicinal materials in Yan Murong's tray, and said. "The prescription I gave you is clearly written, but the medicine you caught is short-----Or, why don't you weigh it yourself?"
"No need." Yan Murong waved his hand and said. "I know that the medicine I caught myself was missing. Except for Platycodon, the rest were 2 grams less.---The prescription did not indicate the patient's symptoms, and everyone's symptoms were mild or severe. Therefore, I only took the medicine according to the mildest symptoms."
"This is a competition." Zheng Yan didn't listen to Yan Murong's explanation and said in a deep voice. "The prescription I gave you is already written very clearly---it must be a competition, so you have to follow the rules. You can't do it like this."
Yan Murong was stunned. Why did he become a fool? Even idiots know that if he is mild, take less medicine, take more medicine, and take more medicine when he is severe, and take more medicine when he is mild, he may also cause side effects. He is just thinking carefully, but why does he become a fool when he is in the mouth of this old fox?
Damn, Yan Murong cursed in his heart, this is his grandmother's shady, the naked shady.
PS: Chang Ye was taking care of grandma in the hospital, and I used my mobile phone to look at the website. I found that it was automatically updated but not updated, so I rushed to the Internet cafe. The two chapters were posted together. The update was set for a while, and it was still five o'clock in the afternoon.