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Chapter 22 Suspension Wire Diagnosis
"Next, it will be a game that will determine the outcome!"

Zhang Fuen looked serious and gave Ding Keke a wink.

Ding Keke quickly left the consulting room and brought a middle-aged man about five or sixty years old into the ward.

The middle-aged man was as thin as a stick, with a sallow and emaciated complexion, coughing non-stop as soon as he entered the room.

"Who will come for treatment first?"

Director Tang realized that this was a tiebreaker, and asked with a serious face.

Xu Xiangbei shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Whatever you want." As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and put one in his mouth.

"No smoking in the clinic!"

Ding Keke crossed Xiaoman's waist and scolded coquettishly with a pretty face.

Zhang Fuen and Zhang Xuesong both frowned and looked at Xu Xiangbei.

"Okay, I'll go out and smoke."

Xu Xiangbei stretched lazily, and walked out of the consulting room leisurely.

"Smoking is not allowed in the corridor!"

Like a follower, Ding Keke followed Xu Xiangbei out of the consultation room, and stopped in front of the toilet at the end of the corridor.

"Hey, I can't control people's shit and fart. I want to go in now for convenience. If you are not afraid of others gossiping, come in with me."

Xu Xiangbei swaggered and lit his cigarette, took a deep breath, and staggered into the men's room.

Let Ding Keke and Xu Xiangbei enter the men's room together?

If someone saw this, they might think what the two of them were doing in the toilet.

"Stinking rogue!"

Ding Keke rolled his eyes angrily, stomped his feet, turned and returned to the consulting room helplessly.

"This guy probably knew that he was bound to lose, so he found an excuse to slip away. Hehe, he's a smart kid, and he knows how to retreat in spite of difficulties."

Tang Hao sneered, with the appearance of winning.

"Okay, since that's the case, my son will come for the diagnosis and treatment first."

Director Tang moved the chair to Tang Hao's side, obviously wanting to give him a hand.

Neither Zhang Fuen nor Zhang Xuesong had any objection to this.

"Excuse me, are you Director Tang?"

The middle-aged man looked at Director Tang, who was wearing a white coat and had a fat figure, with an expectant expression.

"I am."

Director Tang looked happy, and deliberately raised his voice: "Are you a patient who came here for your name?"

The middle-aged man nodded again and again, and said with a sad expression: "I have chronic emphysema. Director Wang of the Department of Respiratory Medicine said that I am in the late stage of emphysema, which has already affected the heart. I can only live for one to two years at most. Moreover, he said that the pulmonary Emphysema is an irreversible disease, Western medicine can only help maintain it, there is no other way, so I come to let you see it."

"Show me the film and medical records you took."

Tang Hao said.

The middle-aged man quickly handed the film and medical records to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao and Director Tang carefully observed the film and medical records.

"This patient is indeed in the late stage of emphysema, and his heart is also very bad. It is almost impossible to cure it."

Director Tang frowned, and murmured: "Although our traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to health preservation, your physical foundation is too weak. The only thing we can do is to nourish your body as much as possible with food therapy and medicine, so that you can have more health and well-being. live some days."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed in frustration, and two lines of muddy tears flowed down his face.

"Dad, what do you think of my prescription?"

Tang Hao hesitantly wrote the prescription on the paper and handed it to Director Tang.

Director Tang took the prescription, picked up a pen and made a few revisions on the paper, and then said: "The prescription we prescribed for you is called Sanzi Yangqin Soup with Flavor. It uses 5 slices of ginseng, 20 pieces of dried longan, and dried kumquat. 5 capsules, put 1 and a half bowls of water in the pot, fry slowly with a slow fire, and take it after 5 minutes after boiling. Its effect is miraculous. In addition, I will give you another prescription to help treat your asthma and assist in treatment.”

Zhang Fuen and Zhang Xuesong nodded secretly.

"Director Tang, how many years will this prescription make me live longer?"

The middle-aged man looked at Director Tang eagerly.

Director Tang frowned and said, "I'm not sure about this, but generally speaking, if you have a good physique, you can live two or three years longer."

"Okay, that's great. My son just got married this year. As long as I can hold my grandson in my arms, I will be satisfied."

The middle-aged man sighed, with a bitter smile on his face.

"Uncle, what kind of disease do you have at such a young age that you actually say such depressing words. Come on, let me take a look, so that you won't be delayed by these quack doctors."

After Xu Xiangbei finished smoking, he swaggered into the consulting room, and interrupted immediately when he heard the conversation.

Tang Hao swiftly put the film and medical records into the drawer, then looked at Xu Xiangbei indifferently and said: "Xu Xiangbei, I have given a treatment plan, and it's your turn next."

Xu Xiangbei nodded and smiled, and stretched out his hand to check the middle-aged man's pulse.

"You...you are also a doctor?"

The middle-aged man shrank his hands and looked at Xu Xiangbei suspiciously.

Xu Xiangbei is young and looks like he is in his early 20s. How can he look like a doctor?
"I'm a miracle doctor."

Xu Xiangbei nodded and smiled, and was about to put his hand on the middle-aged man's wrist. Just as he was about to strike, he suddenly said in surprise, "Oh no, I forgot to wash my hands when I went to the bathroom."

Ok?
The middle-aged patient, Ding Keke, Tang Hao and others all stood there in a daze, looking at Xu Xiangbei with the eyes of an idiot.

"Director Tang, you give me the prescription, and I'll go grab the medicine right away." The middle-aged man reached out and was about to pick up the prescription and run away. He didn't want to waste time with Xu Xiangbei.

"Uncle, don't worry. I wiped my butt with my right hand, now I can feel your pulse with my left hand."

Xu Xiangbei said seriously.

The middle-aged patient snorted coldly, stood up and was about to leave.

"Uncle, I see that your seal is black, your face is blue and your lips are dark, and your breathing is not smooth. You must have a heart and lung disease, right? And, it is already very serious."

Seeing that the patient was about to leave, Xu Xiangbei spoke immediately.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged patient was slightly taken aback, stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked at Xu Xiangbei curiously, with some hesitation in his eyes: "Young man, are you Director Tang's assistant? Director Tang has already seen me Give me a prescription, so you don't have to waste time, right?"

"Hehe, how can quack doctors like them compare with me?"

Xu Xiangbei sneered, and beckoned the middle-aged patient to sit down, "Don't worry, although I forgot to wash my hands when I went to the bathroom, I can treat you with the method of detecting pulse by hanging silk."

As he spoke, he quickly reached out and pulled the hairband off Ding Keke's head.

"What are you doing?"

Ding Keke's hair fell down, making her look more pure and lovely, but at this moment, she was so angry that she hopped her feet and reached out to pinch Xu Xiangbei's arm fiercely.

"It hurts, I murdered my husband!"

Xu Xiangbei yelled exaggeratedly.

Ding Keke blushed, and let go of her hand in embarrassment.

"Just tie it on your wrist."

Xu Xiangbei handed one end of the hair tie to the middle-aged man.

Ok?
Suspension pulse diagnosis?

Immediately, Tang Hao, Director Tang, Zhang Fuen and others all widened their eyes, watching Xu Xiangbei's movements curiously.

(End of this chapter)