stunning female tenant

Chapter 23
Diagnosis of pulse by hanging silk is a method used by Chinese medicine to diagnose diseases, which only exists in ancient historical legends.In today's Chinese medicine, no matter how superb the medical skills are, no one can use the method of hanging silk to diagnose the pulse.

It is said that because of the incompatibility between men and women in ancient times, imperial physicians went to Beijing to see the queens and princesses. They could not directly use the method of looking, smelling, asking and cutting to diagnose the disease.

This technique has been lost for many years.

Unexpectedly, at such a young age, Xu Xiangbei actually knew how to diagnose the pulse by hanging silk, it is really amazing!
"Hmph, are you just joking? Do you think you are a court physician? The technique of hanging silk to diagnose pulse has long been lost. How could you, a little guy with no hair at all, do it?"

When Director Tang saw Xu Xiangbei showing off his skills, his nose was so angry that his nose was crooked, and what he said was also very jealous.

"I want to see what kind of diagnosis you can give later."

Tang Hao's face was gloomy, and he spoke coldly.

The patient is suffering from emphysema, and if he simply wants to diagnose the condition by looking, smelling and asking, it is inevitable that it is not as intuitive as watching the film directly.

However, Tang Hao had already hidden the film, and Xu Xiangbei's diagnosis of the disease by using the silk thread to diagnose the pulse was definitely not as accurate as him.

In this way, Xu Xiangbei was already a step behind him in diagnosing the disease.

"Huh? This guy actually knows how to diagnose the pulse by hanging silk?"

Ding Keke stared at Xu Xiangbei in surprise, his eyes became bright.

It is said that girls Huaichun, Ding Keke graduated from Jinghua Medical University at the age of 19 because of his early studies, and came to Jiangcheng Second People's Hospital as an intern as a nurse.

As a student of the medical university, she is no stranger to Xuansi pulse diagnosis, knowing that this is the method used by the imperial physicians in ancient times to treat the empress.

However, this miraculous technique only exists in TV dramas.

Recently, she is chasing a costume drama about imperial physicians, especially the handsome imperial physicians in TV dramas.

Now, seeing that Xu Xiangbei also knows how to diagnose the pulse with a silk thread, he couldn't help but feel excited, and the eyes he looked at Xu Xiangbei became a little obsessed.

Under the questioning and burning eyes of everyone, Xu Xiangbei stretched out three fingers unhurriedly, pinched the other end of the hairband, straightened the rope, closed his eyes and carefully sensed the pulse.

Two minutes later, Xu Xiangbei opened his eyes, looked at the patient's tongue, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are short of breath, you are tired after a little work, you are afraid of the wind and sweat easily, you are tired and weak, your tongue is pale, and your tongue is mossy. Thin or turbid greasy, slippery pulse is the manifestation of lung and kidney qi deficiency. If I read correctly, you should suffer from emphysema, accompanied by respiratory disease and cardiovascular disease, and the situation is already very serious.”

Whoa!
As soon as the words fell, Tang Hao, Zhang Fuen, Ding Keke and others all gasped and looked at Xu Xiangbei in surprise.

Xu Xiangbei actually diagnosed the patient's condition accurately only by using the silk thread to diagnose the pulse!

"Tsk tsk, it seems that Mr. Xu is not playing tricks! Haha, I didn't expect that the long-lost national quintessence of Xuansi Diagnosis still has people!"

Dean Zhang Fu'en couldn't speak his excited words.

Zhang Xuesong sat aside and said with a smile: "Uncle, I don't come to Jiangcheng very often. The reason why I recommend Mr. Xu to you this time is that I want you to support and cultivate him so that he can shine under your hands. If it benefits the society, we can also benefit from it.”

Zhang Fuen nodded in agreement.

"Wow, so handsome..."

Ding Keke subconsciously let out a low cry, but soon, he realized something and shook his head: "Bah, bah, what am I thinking? This guy is a stinky hooligan, and he has no sense of public morality, why would I praise him?" handsome……"

"Young man, can you cure me?"

The middle-aged patient excitedly held Xu Xiangbei's hand, not at all disgusted with him for not washing his hands after going to the toilet.

"Hmph, Xu Xiangbei, give me your treatment plan."

Tang Hao couldn't wait to urge him up.

His treatment plan was revised and processed by Director Tang himself, and has been approved by Zhang Fuen and Zhang Xuesong.

He did not believe that Xu Xiangbei could give a better treatment plan.

As long as Xu Xiangbei's treatment plan is not as good as his, he will win this round of competition.

"Uncle, how many packs of cigarettes do you usually smoke a day?"

Xu Xiangbei looked at the middle-aged man with a smile, and asked without haste.

"I used to smoke a lot, two packs a day. Since I discovered this disease, I don't dare to smoke anymore. Quit!"

The middle-aged man said with a bitter face.

Xu Xiangbei nodded in satisfaction, then asked with a smile, "Do you drink?"

"Wine... I would occasionally take a sip secretly..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said falteringly.

"What!? Your illness is like this, and you still dare to drink?"

Tang Hao's eyes widened, he was very angry.

"Uncle, you can't do this. Drinking too little alcohol is neither satisfying nor good for your health."

Xu Xiangbei took over the conversation, and said glibly: "I suggest you drink two meals a day, and drink a bowl of rice wine for each meal."

"Doctor, you...are you kidding me?"

The middle-aged man looked at Xu Xiangbei suspiciously.

"Xu Xiangbei, is this your treatment plan?"

Tang Hao was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Xu Xiangbei with a sneer all over his face, without concealing his disdain.

Xu Xiangbei smiled slightly and nodded.

"Hahaha, Xu Xiangbei, you are such a scumbag. As a doctor, you are supposed to save lives and heal the wounded, but you are so good that you actually persuade the patient to drink alcohol. Do you want the patient to die early and be reincarnated?"

Director Tang shook his head and sneered, and began to complain to Dean Zhang Fuen: "Dean, you have also seen that Xu Xiangbei's treatment plan is to let the patient drink alcohol twice a day. Drinking like this, normal people's health will collapse, and more Not to mention patients with emphysema. It is completely irresponsible for him to treat the disease like this. If there is a medical accident or a medical trouble, the signboard of our No. 1 civilian hospital will be destroyed in his hands. superior!"

Director Tang wholeheartedly favored his son Tang Hao, and he didn't show any kindness to Xu Xiangbei.

"Mr. Xu, I want to hear your explanation."

Dean Zhang Fuen ignored Director Tang, but looked at Xu Xiangbei calmly, waiting for his explanation.

"Rice wine nourishes the lungs. You don't understand such a simple pharmacology? Sure enough, mud can't support the wall."

Xu Xiangbei twitched his nose, and said impatiently: "Principal, I heard that you are Taishan Beidou in the field of Chinese medicine, with excellent medical skills. But your question is too naive, and I am surprised by the low level. I now I don’t even want to compete for the position of director of the Chinese medicine department.”

Zhang Fuen blushed and trembled with anger.

Who doesn't know that rice wine nourishes the lungs?

The problem is that it is impossible to cure emphysema just by drinking rice wine, and the patient in front of him is in the late stage of emphysema, which may cause heart disease at any time.

Zhang Fuen's intention was to let Xu Xiangbei tell the specific treatment plan, but Xu Xiangbei's opening was sneering and sarcastic, so angry that Zhang Fuen couldn't help but want to scold his mother because of the concentration he had developed in his old age.

"Young man, I won't drink rice wine. I'll just drink some traditional Chinese medicine. I don't want to die early."

The middle-aged man still didn't trust Xu Xiangbei very much, holding the prescription given by Director Tang in his hand, he got up and was about to leave.

"Hold on."

Xu Xiangbei snorted and waved: "My treatment is not over yet. Next, I will give you a massage to help you expel the exhaust gas accumulated in your body. As long as you regularly remove the exhaust gas in your body, you will not have bullae. , Let alone a year or two, it is not a problem to live to be seven or eighty years old."

"What!? Can I live to be seven or eighty years old?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he sat down immediately.

Xu Xiangbei stepped forward, put his index and middle fingers together, and secretly circulated his internal force to use his luck to massage the patient's chest, throat, shoulders, and back.

Pain appeared on the patient's face, and his breathing became short of breath. Five minutes later, with a wow, a puddle of black phlegm was spit out from his throat, and the black phlegm was spit into the trash can with a foul smell.

"This is……"

Zhang Fuen, Director Tang and others all looked at the black sputum in the trash can in astonishment, and were speechless for a long time.

It was incredible that Xu Xiangbei could actually expel the exhaust gas accumulated in the patient's lungs just by massage.

You know, as long as the exhaust gas in the lungs can be discharged, then emphysema will not be life-threatening!
"Okay. It's enough for you to come and let me massage once a month. Remember to have two rice wine meals a day, one big bowl. If you drink less, I'll be in a hurry with you."

Xu Xiangbei clapped his hands, and waved at Ding Keke who was stunned by the side: "Sister Keke, why are you standing there? Aren't you responsible for carrying the excrement and urine of the patients? Hurry up and pour it out, it stinks to death." .”

Shit and pee?

Ding Keke walked over holding his nose and picked up the garbage bag. Hearing this, he almost couldn't hold back and slapped the garbage bag on Xu Xiangbei's face.

Really pissed off!

"Genius doctor, you are really a miracle doctor! My breathing has become much smoother. It has been so many years, and my breathing has never been so smooth!"

The middle-aged man stood up excitedly, held Xu Xiangbei's hand, and said that he was about to kneel down and kowtow to Xu Xiangbei.

(End of this chapter)