Live broadcast: I am an upright Chinese medicine practitioner, and all my patients died online

Chapter 11 Special medicinal materials

"You shouldn't have it just on your neck, right? Take off your coat and show me."

Zheng Chunmei felt a little embarrassed.

Because at this time she also noticed that there was a live broadcast here.

Liu Yan quickly said seriously: "Don't worry, we will code the entire process to protect your privacy."

Hearing what Liu Yan said, Zheng Chunmei reluctantly took off her coat.

Even though they were mentally prepared, everyone was still shocked by the situation under the coat!

Armpits, chest, belly!
  Everywhere they could see it, there was this shingles!

Fans in the live broadcast room also felt their scalps numb.

"I kind of admire her now. She's like this and she still dares to run around. She's awesome!"

"Oh my God, what kind of disease does she have? This looks terrible!"

"It feels like a skin disease, but common skin diseases rarely cause the whole body to be infected."

"Let's see what the anchor says. He is a professional."

After such a long period of live broadcast, fans also recognized Qin Jiang's strength.

The level of medical skills in this live broadcast is definitely no problem, but his character... is really not good.

Seeing Zheng Chunmei's symptoms, Qin Jiang already knew it.

But to be sure, you still have to take your pulse.

Qin Jiang took out a plastic film and laid three layers on the pulse pillow, and then put on a medical glove.

As steady as an old dog!

"Miss Zheng, please put your hand up."

Zheng Chunmei said oh and quickly followed the instructions.

But I was murmuring in my heart.

Is it really accurate to feel the pulse while wearing such thick gloves?
  As soon as Zheng Chunmei had this idea, Qin Jiang started to ask questions.

"Miss Zheng, do you like small animals very much?"

Zheng Chunmei shook her head.

"I've never liked small animals, especially furry ones. I think they're dirty."

"That means you don't have a cat at home, and you haven't had any contact with cats recently?"

Zheng Chunmei nodded with certainty.

"I don't like cats or dogs. Whenever I encounter them, I will hide far away and never come close."

Qin Jiang whispered: "This is strange."

Zheng Chunmei's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, even if this young Chinese medicine practitioner is capable, his level is limited.

"Miss Zheng, stick out your tongue and let me take a look."

Zheng Chunmei stuck out her tongue, and a complex smell spread into Qin Jiang's nose, almost knocking him out.

But it was this smell that made Qin Jiang understand how Zheng Chunmei got this disease.

"It's easy to cure your illness, but you need to change your eating habits, otherwise the trouble will come from your mouth."

Zheng Chunmei looked confused: "Doctor, what do you mean by this? I don't understand."

Qin Jiang sighed: "Do you like drinking coffee?"

Zheng Chunmei nodded.

"I like it, several cups a day."

"What flavor do you like to drink?"

Zheng Chunmei suddenly showed an embarrassed expression: "Take... more latte."

Qin Jiang sneered: "Latte? Are you sure it's not cat poop coffee?"

Zheng Chunmei looked at Qin Jiang in shock.

"You! How do you know!"

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly became lively.

"Brothers, what is cat poop coffee? It's not what I think, is it?"

"The one upstairs is what you think." "Oh my god, there are so many cups of cat poop coffee a day. How does she drink it?"

"Now that I've seen it, there are actually people who are willing to spend money to eat shit!"

Very few people in the live broadcast room knew about cat poop coffee, but Qin Jiang was relatively familiar with it.

The method of making cat poop coffee is to let wild civets go to coffee trees to select coffee berries for food.

The coffee cherries then pass through the digestive system of wild civet cats, are mixed with feces, and are excreted intact.

Then, specialized people will pick out the coffee beans from the cat poop, grind them into powder, and brew them into coffee. It is said that it will have a unique and charming aroma.

Qin Jiang didn't know whether that thing tasted good or not.

But wanting him to eat shit is impossible in this life.

Seeing that Qin Jiang could explain her eating habits so clearly, Zheng Chunmei quickly asked: "I'm not a doctor, what does my disease have to do with my liking to drink cat poop coffee?"

"what is the relationship?"

Qin Jiang said bluntly: "Your disease is a typical Toxoplasma infection."

"Animals like cats will have Toxoplasma gondii in their feces, and the only way to spread Toxoplasma gondii is fecal-oral transmission."

"That is to say, the cat poop coffee you drink contains Toxoplasma gondii. Of course, it must also contain cat poop."

All the fans in the live broadcast room laughed.

"It's over, let her drink the real thing!"

"You can tell at a glance that this old lady is particular about people and likes to drink the original flavor."

“The original soup turns the original food into a delicious soup!”

"I have never been hit by a cat in all these years. I didn't expect her to be so lucky. Whose general is this?"

Zheng Chunmei was extremely embarrassed.

She also didn't expect that her illness would be related to her preferences.

No wonder she always felt a strange smell every time she drank cat poop coffee.

It turns out that the coffee shop didn’t process the coffee beans at all!

"Then doctor, my illness..."

Qin Jiang stood up and said, "I happen to have medicine that can help you get rid of the insects. Just sit here and don't move around. I'll boil the medicine for you."

According to the formula given by the system, Qin Jiang selected the medicinal materials, put the medicine pot on the stove, and started cooking it directly.

Zheng Chunmei was patient. She endured the burning pain in her body and just sat aside and waited for half an hour.

"Here comes the medicinal soup."

While Zheng Chunmei was waiting eagerly, Qin Jiang poured a bowl of steaming medicinal soup into the bowl.

"Doctor, as long as I drink this bowl of medicinal soup, my disease will be cured?"

Qin Jiang shook his head: "This bowl of medicinal soup can only drive out the Toxoplasma gondii from your body, but now your body is full of inflammation, and you need to eat something to clear away heat and purge fire."

"And ordinary medicinal materials can't achieve the effect, so special medicinal materials must be used."

Special medicinal materials?
  Qin Jiang made a gesture to Zheng Chunmei to follow.

Naturally, the photography team would not miss this good opportunity and immediately followed suit.

But as they walked, they realized something was wrong.

"Why is this getting more and more smelly!"

"Here we are, right here."

Zheng Chunmei looked up and was shocked.

"That...thatched house?"

Qin Jiang nodded seriously: "The special medicinal materials I mentioned are in this hut."

"Go in and get it yourself. There are white ropes on the wall. Just pull one out yourself."

For her own illness, Zheng Chunmei bit the bullet and walked in.

After a while, she came out with a filthy bamboo tube in her hand, held it against the wall and vomited.

Qin Jiang nodded with satisfaction.

Vomiting is also detoxifying, which is good.

(End of this chapter)