Middle-aged love

Chapter 530 'Doctors don't knock on the door, the way is not lightly passed on'

Guo Junhuai couldn't believe it after hearing the old master Hou's words. He excitedly bowed his hands to the old master Hou again,
"That's true, Mrs. Hou, you are really amazing," Guo Junhuai said uncontrollably.

At this time, Mr. Hou also understood a little bit. He looked at his old father with excitement on his face.

"Father, you mean, Mr. Jun,, Mr. Mo, he was too 'forgetful' during the writing process, so that there was a problem with the coordination of the brain and hands?,,,",
At this time, the old man had roughly guessed what his father wanted to say. After thinking about it carefully, the old man suddenly realized, wonderful, it really is so.,,,.

If the cause of the disease is explained by "pure Chinese medicine concept", many people will not believe it too much, but will call it "mysterious and mysterious".

But Mr. Hou is a person who has studied western medicine, so he can fully explain his father's conclusion with the concept of western medicine.

After getting his father's affirmative answer, Mr. Hou was even more excited. He looked at Guo Junhuai and said,

"Mr. Mo, it's like this. If you use the 'Chinese medicine vocabulary' to describe my father's conclusion, you may not understand it. You think it is 'metaphysics'." Hou Lao patiently explained,
"Mr. Hou, tell me, I'm not that pedantic," Guo Junhuai said humbly,

Mr. Hou considered it for a while, then said,

"Let me explain to you this way: human cells have memory function, that is to say, they are spiritual. Human central nervous system controls human behavior, which is good, but your hand keeps writing, but your consciousness is lost Outside Feitian, after a long time, the cells of the hand have habitual movements, it wants to get out of control, and it also wants to be self-willed for a while." Hou Lao didn't know how to explain it, anyway, no matter how much he said, it was not the way of medicine People, they can't understand,

Shen Juan understood, and she said ecstatically,

"Master Hou, do you mean that my husband's illness is all right?"

Mrs. Hou stroked his beard and laughed,
"There are still 'things', but it's not serious. I'll prescribe a prescription later, to invigorate the Qi and strengthen the body, to calm the mind and strengthen the brain. After taking a few medicines, I think it will improve..."

At this time, Guo Junhuai was completely dumbfounded, oh my god, he is fine, is this possible?Hua Tao is the leading neurology expert in the country, logically speaking, it is impossible for him to misdiagnose?
Thinking of this, Guo Junhuai boldly said,
"Old Master Hou, I heard that there are only a dozen cases of my disease in the whole country, and they are all listed as 'terminally ill'."

Old Master Hou naturally understood what Guo Junhuai meant, he sighed slightly,
"Not all people believe in Chinese medicine. In this life, each person has his own "good luck". "Doctors do not knock on the door, and the way is not lightly passed on." It’s another matter. However, the causes of diseases are different for different people. We are doctors of traditional Chinese medicine, not gods, and not all patients can be cured.”

Guo Junhuai thought for a while, and then understood what Old Master Hou meant, he got up and saluted Old Master Hou,
"Thank you Mrs. Hou for your pointers, I understand," Guo Junhuai said very humbly.

Hou Lao was overjoyed, but he still couldn't figure it out. He looked at Guo Junhuai,

"By the way, Mr. Mo, I still have one thing I don't know. Most of my writing now is typed on a computer,,,,?"

Guo Junhuai smiled knowingly,
"Mr. Hou, I have a habit. All the words must be written on paper, and then typed on the computer. I write directly on the computer. My inspiration cannot come out."

(End of this chapter)