Siheyuan: Starting from a fitter

Chapter 39

In the afternoon, Li Guocheng rode his bicycle with Mr. Zhang and Xiao Jing'er to Tongrentang, a small street in Dongzhimen. As soon as he entered the gate, there were greetings one after another.

"Hello Zhang."

"Mr. Zhang, you look so good."

"Mr. Zhang, you are looking for Dr. Zhou. He is having a consultation today. I will show you the way."

. . .

Along the way, Mr. Zhang greeted his familiar friends and entered Dr. Zhou's clinic. It was not big, just 15 square meters, with a table and a chair, and a row of stools against the wall. The half-length photos of great men and prime ministers are very in line with the characteristics of the current era.

Dr. Zhou, with a square face, no more than 175cm by visual inspection, slightly fat, with a ruddy complexion, sitting upright, he looks like a serious person.

Dr. Zhou was diagnosing a disease. When he saw Mr. Zhang, he stood up to salute. Mr. Zhang stopped him. After pointing at the patient, Mr. Zhang sat on the stool near the back, nuzzled at Xiao Jinger, nodded Li Guocheng, Xiao Jing He understood immediately, walked quietly to the locker, opened the door, took out a regular white coat and handed it to Li Guocheng.

Li Guocheng looked at Mr. Zhang suspiciously, and Mr. Zhang pouted his mouth again with a smile, indicating to put it on. Li Guocheng put it on with a full face of doubt, and then sat on the stool like his grandfather and grandson.

After the patient left, Dr. Zhou walked over quickly.

"Master", he bent down to salute, stood up and glanced at the master excitedly, "Master, your illness is cured."

"Okay." Mr. Zhang didn't say much.

Dr. Zhou excitedly took the pulse pillow and sat next to the master. He took Mr. Zhang's arm and concentrated on diagnosing the pulse. Five minutes later, he switched to the other hand. Five minutes later, he stared in disbelief and said, "It's really good." "What's going on?" Dr. Zhou asked anxiously.

"Ask Xiao Li," Mr. Zhang said directly.

"You are the junior brother that the master often mentions, right?" Dr. Zhou first greeted Xiao Jinger with a smile, then turned around and asked about Li Guocheng, his expression becoming meaningful.

After Li Guocheng hesitated for a few seconds, he could no longer pretend to be stupid under such circumstances. He stood up and formally faced Mr. Zhang, bowed and kowtowed three times, "Master."Mr. Zhang looked at his granddaughter, shook his head, smiled and helped Li Guocheng up, "Good boy", and then smiled and scolded Dr. Zhou: "You little bastard, you ruined my life."

Turning around to face Dr. Zhou, "Elder Brother".

"Okay, this set of acupuncture was given to me by an old friend. It's useless to treasure it all the time. Today, I borrowed flowers and presented it to the Buddha as a gift." The elder brother took out a small antique mahogany box from the drawer and handed it to Li Guocheng.

Li Guocheng took it after thanking him and put it into his satchel hanging on the hanger.

"Mr. Zhang, you are so radiant. Please come over to my place. We have some new tea." A middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s walked in. .

"Sorry, pony."

"This is my newly recruited disciple, and I will have to come here to bother you in the future." Then he turned to Li Guocheng and said, "This is your Uncle Ma, the private manager here."

"Hello, Uncle Ma." Li Guocheng looked at the familiar faces of both parties and greeted him respectfully.

"Okay, good spirited young man, come here often."

In the past, some highly respected doctors could take apprentices to their clinics. If their apprentices did not participate in the daily work of the clinic, they would have no income and the expenses would be borne by the master.The advantage is freedom, but the disadvantage is that people who are not from the medical school are not taken seriously.This time Mr. Zhang personally brought him to see his senior brother, just to pave the way for Li Guocheng to study in the clinic.

"Uncle Ma," Xiao Jing'er greeted him obediently standing next to Mr. Zhang, and secretly stuck out her tongue to Li Guocheng.

"Isn't this girl Jing? She's already so old. Let's go, uncle, where can we find something delicious?"

Watching a few people leave, he greeted them to sit down, and then talked about Mr. Zhang's health.

"What's going on with Master's body? There was no good way before, so we could only take care of it."

"To be honest, I can't tell you clearly. After eating the medicinal diet I messed up a few times, coupled with the fact that I am in a good mood at this stage, it will be great."

After that, I asked Li Guocheng about the ingredients of his medicinal diet, and then he was confused, lowering his head and thinking hard.

"Dong dong dong dong." A knock on the door woke up the senior brother.

"Please come in".

"Doctor, my eldest grandson had a nosebleed in the morning five days ago. My wife insisted on seeing a Western doctor. Not only was she not treated well, but it became even more serious today."

I saw a young woman with red and swollen eyes, holding an 8 or 9-year-old boy in her arms. The boy's face was red and he had a heavy nose without even bothering to wipe it. He leaned sickly against the young woman's body.The person who just spoke was an old man in his 50s.

"Come on, kid, let your uncle look at your tongue. Okay, stick out your left hand... That's great. Now switch to your right hand..."

"Come on, Xiao Li, come and feel my pulse."

Li Guocheng took out a piece of white rabbit. The boy smiled weakly and took it into his hand. Li Guocheng also took the pulse with the child's consent.

"Tell me about it," the senior brother asked.

"Severe fever in the body, red face and upset, yellow and dry tongue coating, slippery pulse, red tongue, and yellow coating can be deduced from these symptoms that it should be Yangming syndrome."

"What do you mean by a nosebleed?".

"At first, the child's nosebleeds should be caused by Taiyang syndrome. If ignored, they should be able to heal themselves. However, it seems that Western medicine is not suitable for the disease, causing the disease to develop into a Shaoyang syndrome. If you take some reconciliation medicine at this time, the virus will be released from the urine. Even if it is discharged, it will not develop into the current Yangming syndrome." The dialectical process is actually telling the family members about the patient's condition.

The senior brother was a little stunned and thought to himself, "It's been three months, and it's not going every week. Is this a monster?"

"Dr. Zhou..." He looked at the big three and the small one who were staring at him. No, the small one was not looking at him and was peeling the white rabbit.

"Ah, okay, let's prescribe the medicine. Senior brother will continue the assessment."

"Baihu Decoction, 40 grams of raw gypsum, 15 grams of Anemarrhena, 6 grams of Zhigancao, 15 grams of japonica rice" is a prescription that was completely selected from a strong memory.

The senior brother was a little stunned again, thinking about what he had been doing for three months?It's like reciting the Tangtou song. . .

"Doctor Zhou..." Li Guocheng had to remind him again.

"Well, okay, okay, just press this button. No, you can add 10 grams less of the plaster." He seemed to have regained some confidence.

The brothers looked at each other without moving.

"Doctor Zhou, I haven't prescribed any medicine, and I'm not a (doctor)... Ah, right."

"Yes, yes, I'll do it."

"Doctor, is it okay for the child to take this medicine?" the old man asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's just a cold. The previous medicine didn't work. This medicine has 5 medicines in total. Boil three bowls of water into one bowl and divide it into two parts, one in the morning and one in the evening. The child will recover quickly."

After prescribing the medicine and sending away the somewhat foolish grandfather and grandson, the senior brothers remained silent.

"Brother, why do we need to reduce 10 grams of gypsum?" Li Guocheng asked quickly, why did he feel that the senior brother was unreliable?

"That is because the child has been sick for a long time and is weak, so he needs to reduce the dosage as appropriate."

"I was taught," Li Guocheng said sincerely, thanking him sincerely. This is all experience.

"I heard that big brother is good at acupuncture?"

"Hey, I understand a little bit." After seeing this pervert, I felt a little unsure.

Then came the awkward chat. The senior brother was afraid that the knowledge in the chat would be too simple to be seen clearly. He talked about what was trivial and what was mysterious and mysterious. Li Guocheng's eyes went straight after listening to it.

"Which, big brother, I haven't studied acupuncture yet."

The two looked at each other for a while, laughing at the same time, and the awkward atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

"What are you talking about? You are so happy." Mr. Zhang's voice came from the door.

"Master" the two stood in a hurry to greet him.

"Master, the junior brother is just one, one..." In front of the master, the senior brother did not dare to talk nonsense.

"Do you look like a pervert?" the weird and elf-like little Jinger suddenly interjected.

"Hahaha..." The four people laughed, because everyone had experienced such a scene.

On the way to send Mr. Zhang home, Mr. Zhang told Li Guocheng: "I know you don't have this ambition now, but you are a good Chinese medicine practitioner. If you have time to come to your senior brother for practical practice, I will not force you or ask you to do it." Senior brothers, they ask you to learn as much as you can. Even though you are becoming a disciple, don't be rigid. What you have done in the past will be what you will do in the future."

"Thank you, master." Li Guocheng was moved by Mr. Zhang's understanding. Although he was moved, learning Chinese medicine was just a hobby, and he really couldn't promise anything.

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