I can talk to my internal organs

Chapter 58 The less hair, the better the medical skills

"Sister, is the Chinese medicine doctor my brother-in-law found reliable?"

"Whether it's reliable or not, you have to try."

"Then you don't need to bring me here. Anyway, I am also a father. Why do you still care about me like you did when you were a child?"

"Shut up, if you don't have this disease, I won't bother with you, hurry up, what's the ink on?"

"Hey, don't do it, why are you still kicking people, it's on the street, give me some face sister..."

"..."

In Lu's Medical Center, Mao Dawei had already arrived here early, and there was also a black plastic bag on the table, which contained two cigarettes. I don't know the exact brand, but the director took it out, so it must not be too bad.

Lu Jiu learned about this from Tian Xuelin yesterday, so naturally he was not surprised by Mao Dawei's arrival.

"Doctor Lu, they will be here soon." Mao Dawei called to remind him.

"Don't worry." Lu Jiu waved his hand.

"May I ask, is Dr. Lu a family heirloom?" Mao Dawei asked.

"That's right, I also went to the University of Chinese Medicine." Lu Jiu said.

"It's not easy." Mao Dawei was muttering in his heart. Since he has a family history and has studied at a university of Chinese medicine, why did he return to this small place of Jianghan? Is it because of insufficient education?

He remembered that medical students generally required a high degree of education. Even in Jianghan, a doctor who can climb to the director level must have a master's degree, let alone a big city. It is estimated that the conditions are much harsher than this.

You can know that a person has fatty liver without relying on equipment. This level should not even be obtained by a master's degree, right?

Mao Dawei has also seen a Chinese medicine doctor, but he will not go to a Chinese medicine doctor when he is sick. Why?You can't see the disease well, so why should I ask you.

As far as the number of Chinese medicine doctors in Jianghan Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine can be counted with one hand, can you expect a miracle doctor?

"husband."

"Brother-in-law."

Not long after, Mao Dawei's wife and brother-in-law also came to the clinic.

Mao Dawei immediately introduced, "Come on, this is the Dr. Lu I told you about. Dr. Lu, this is my wife, and this is my brother-in-law Wei Jun."

Lu Jiu nodded.

Mao Dawei's wife and brother-in-law were taken aback. They thought that the doctor of Chinese medicine that Mao Dawei had given him so much was supposed to be an old doctor with gray hair and a beard, but it turned out that he looked like a freshly graduated Chinese medicine student.

Is it reliable?
"Why are you staring blankly? Go sit and let Dr. Lu feel your pulse." Mao Dawei said.

When Wei Jun saw this, he couldn't say anything more. He seriously suspected that his brother-in-law had been cheated, but he was a little confused in front of outsiders. Anyway, he came here anyway, so let's just see what this young Chinese medicine doctor can see.

"Brother-in-law, did you tell me what's wrong with me?" Wei Jun asked.

"Fatty liver, what's wrong?" Mao Dawei asked.

Hey, you have already told others about your illness, and they prescribe some medicine after bluffing, isn't that a trick?

Why did my always shrewd brother-in-law suddenly become confused.

Wei Jun was really powerless to complain.

"It's okay, the doctor, show me." Wei Jun walked to the table, sat down and glanced at the black plastic bag on the table, with a look of disgust in his eyes.

From the moment Wei Jun entered the door, Lu Jiu had been observing his complexion. Of course, his expression, demeanor and even his eyes were not overlooked.

Obviously, he doesn't believe in himself, but this kind of disbelief is more because his age does not match his identity as a Chinese medicine doctor.

When encountering such a patient, Lu Jiu would not be too resistant. After all, this is human nature. Even if you go to the hospital, most people will feel suspicious when they meet a young doctor, but if they meet a bald doctor, they will definitely feel full of trust.

Therefore, many times a doctor's hair is inversely proportional to his medical skills. The less hair the better the medical skills have become the simplest cognition of the common people.

Of course, this kind of cognition is not valid in Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine means that you have to be in good health, have a lot of hair, be black and shiny, and have a lot of energy. Otherwise, patients will instinctively think that you are not good at Chinese medicine, and you can’t even cure your own problems. Why don’t you treat me?

Therefore, this has created a poor cognition. They are also doctors. Chinese medicine practitioners must be in good health to be considered excellent medical skills, while Western medicine doctors must be in poor health to be considered excellent medical skills.

In fact, this idea is wrong. There are many doctors in the Jinling Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine where Lu Jiu worked before. It’s not that they don’t know how to maintain their health. It’s because they face countless patients and they don’t have time to rest. In this regard, Western medicine is the same. Everyone is busy with work and causes various physical problems.

As doctors, the vast majority of doctors practice medicine with a heart of saving lives and healing the wounded, regardless of Chinese or Western.

Wei Jun's distrust made Lu Jiu realize that if he didn't show his skills, the next series of consultations would be very difficult, so he simply didn't ask at the beginning, and directly talked with his internal organs.

Lu Jiu stretched out his hand to press Wei Jun's inch, and the sounds of the five internal organs came as expected.

"Spleen soil, how come the qi and blood are getting less and less recently, and my small sperm bank is not full, this is not acceptable." Shen Shui said.

"Too tired, I don't want to move, so does my brother." Pitu said.

"Didn't you remind Jiu Mengzi to let him eat more?" Shen Shui asked.

"No way, we can't digest the food he ate, plus the liver wood, he has gained a lot of weight, and he can't take care of himself. It would be slow to let his brother digest it. How dare we let Jiumengzi eat more!" Pitu said.

"This... heart fire, do you have a solution?" Kidney Shui asked.

"No, the situation is like this. The specific situation depends on the situation. Anyway, it's already like this, so we can only take one step at a time. It's true that I'm the big brother, but I'm not omnipotent. If I can't do it, don't live." Xinhuo said.

"You, can't you just say it well, scare me at every turn, and if you do this again, I will not guard the small sperm bank now, do whatever you want." Kidney Shui became weakly angry.

"Okay, okay, don't say it, don't say it." He said anxiously.

"..."

The five internal organs of patients with fatty liver have basically not changed much. It is nothing more than that the liver wood disease qi is too strong and overwhelms the spleen soil, resulting in insufficient spleen and stomach transportation.

However, this patient's condition was indeed more serious than Tian Xuelin's, and when he entered the door, Lu Jiu saw that his face was swollen, and after observing his eyes closely, the kernels of his eyes were still a little yellow.

This seems to be a signal that the accumulation of evidence is more serious!
In Chinese medicine, fatty liver is actually one of the symptoms of accumulated syndrome.

The name of the disease "accumulation" was first seen in the "Huangdi Neijing" Lingshu·Wubian chapter: "The skin is thin and not lustrous, the flesh is not firm and wet, so the stomach and intestines are evil, and the evil will stop the evil, and accumulation is the cause."

It is also the first time to divide accumulated syndromes into five types: Fuliang, fat qi, ruffian qi, breath and Bentun, which laid the foundation for the theory of "five accumulations" in later generations.

The accumulation of the five internal organs is the accumulation of the liver, which is called fat qi; the accumulation of the heart, which is called Fuliang; the accumulation of the spleen, which is called ruffian qi;

Fat gas, which protrudes like a covered cup, looks like fat meat, which is very similar to the description of fatty liver.

Lu Jiu felt that Wei Jun's condition didn't look like a simple moderate fatty liver, so he broke into the chat with the internal organs, "Ganmu, how do you feel now?"

"Who is speaking?"

"Where is the sound coming from?"

"It's a disease!?"

"..."

The five internal organs were in a panic!
(End of this chapter)