Chapter 111 Zhu Liangchun: This subtype is like me (3K)
Because this patient is a retired athlete, he enjoys preferential treatment and is on the same floor as Mr. Bachukaev.
Because this is a special care unit, it is quieter than other floors, and there are not so many family members of patients in a hurry.
Today, because they did not have the dean's permission, when they followed Meng Jimin to the guard post in the corridor, all three of them were asked to check their IDs and were briefly searched.
Fang Yan took out all the certificates he had on him, including the expert certificate issued by the hospital yesterday, and the sentry looked at him a few more times.
Only then did Le Miao realize that the ID card Fang Yan had was from the hospital here. There was a big blue stamp on it with the word "expert" stamped on it.
She suddenly showed a shocked expression.
After entering the corridor, Le Miao stared at Fang Yan's face, waiting for him to speak first.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fang Yan touched his face.
"You don't have anything to tell me? What's going on with this expert certificate?" Le Miao asked seriously. It was obvious that she took this matter very seriously.
Fang Yan looked at Meng Jimin aside:
"You didn't tell her?"
"Isn't it your turn to say it?" Meng Jimin looked innocent.
In fact, Fang Yan really thought that Meng Jimin would tell Le Miao to know.
After all, Le Miao and Meng Jimin would contact each other on the phone.
Le Miao looked at the two of them speechlessly:
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Fang Yan looked at Le Miao and said:
"The thing is a little complicated to say. To sum it up in one sentence, this certificate was obtained from the prescription of Astragalus Chongteng Drink."
"Huh?!" Le Miao looked confused. Can drinking this prescription of Astragalus Chongteng be exchanged for an expert's certificate? Why am I getting more and more confused the more I listen.
Fang Yan knew from her expression that the other party couldn't figure it out, after all, he was also surprised at the time.
"Anyway, the matter is a bit complicated. I will explain it to you in detail after meeting Mr. Zhu later." Fang Yan said to Le Miao.
Le Miao nodded, and then turned his attention to his friend Meng Jimin.
Meng Jimin pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said:
"Anyway, don't worry... As long as Dr. Fang doesn't take the initiative, we will definitely not let him transfer here from Tongrentang."
After saying that, he pointed to the ward on the side in front:
"Okay, here it is."
At this moment Le Miao also knew that this was not the time to talk about this matter.
She muttered:
"I'm just curious, but I'm not worried about whether he will leave Tongrentang."
Meng Jimin smiled and then knocked on the door.
With a "squeak", the door opened, and standing inside was a thin, middle-aged man in his forties, slightly bald and with thick eyebrows.
"Junior brother is here."
"Senior brother."
"I'll bring my friends over to have a look."
Meng Jimin introduced to Fang Yan and Le Miao:
"This is my senior brother, Chen Youqing."
When Fang Yan saw Chen Youqing, his figure suddenly appeared in the story of Zhu Liangchun in his previous life.
He is a native of Nantong who was born in 1936. Three generations of his family have been practicing medicine. When he was 16 years old, he left the medical clinic at home and came to Nantong Combined Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, where he became a disciple of Zhu Liangchun. It has been 25 years now.
In later generations, Fang Yan remembered that he was well-known in the local area, good at internal medicine, and good at using traditional Chinese medicine to treat diseases of the liver, gallbladder, spleen and stomach. Many people came to him to seek medical treatment. Even in his eighties, he was still treating diseases and saving people.
"Hello, Doctor Chen!" Fang Yan nodded to him and greeted him.
Le Miao did the same, and she said hello.
Chen Youqing nodded, with a spring breeze on his face, and said in a soft tone:
"Well, okay, come in."
After that, he whispered to Meng Jimin:
"Don't talk for a while. Master has already seen the patient and is prescribing a prescription."
Meng Jimin was a little surprised:
"Have you finished reading it?"
Chen Youqing nodded and whispered:
"Well, after prescribing the medicine, I will do acupuncture and moxibustion, and then do acupuncture in the ear area."
Meng Jimin was startled and muttered:
"Acupuncture in the ear area? I have never seen Master use this method before..."
Chen Youqing smiled and said:
"Then you are here at the right time today, and you can learn something new."
Fang Yan was a little surprised to hear that Mr. Zhu actually used ear acupuncture.
This therapy of embedding needles in the ear area only emerged from abroad in the 1950s and was gradually promoted clinically in their hospitals.
Later, countries such as Japan, South Korea, the United States, France, and Germany became popular. Before the development of dialect travel, there were already more than 20 types of ear area therapy.
Fang Yan didn't expect to see someone using this method in China in the 1970s.
And the people who use this method are famous doctors like Mr. Zhu.
He had heard before that Mr. Zhu would still watch Korean dramas, play games, and use smartphones to accept all kinds of new things when he was in his nineties. Now it turned out that this was not groundless.
While talking, everyone had already entered the ward.
There are several doctors and nurses standing in the room on call at any time.
At the desk in the room, Mr. Zhu, who was wearing a light gray shirt, was thinking and writing on the prescription. He was writing a little slowly. It seemed that this prescription was completely new based on the patient's current condition.
On the other side is a bed, which is covered by curtains. You can vaguely see someone sitting beside the bed, whispering to the person on the bed.
His eyes returned to Mr. Zhu at the desk.
Several people came up behind him, but he didn't notice at all, completely immersed in the prescription on the table.
When I read it in dialect, it read: Xianlingpi, Curculigo, Lycium barbarum, Chinese yam, Ziheche, licorice, ginseng, Ophiopogon japonicus, Schisandra chinensis, sulfur (cross it out and write it again).
It can be seen that Mr. Zhu is a little confused at the moment.
On the other side, there was a medical record of the patient's symptoms written by Mr. Zhu. Fang Yan read it carefully and compared it with the prescriptions. He basically had an idea. As someone who knew Mr. Zhu's prescriptions by heart, Fang Yan already knew in his mind how Mr. Zhu planned to treat it.
The patient's life gate fire is weak, so sulfur is used. Other medicines are aimed at the deficiency of yin and yang and the loss of qi and blood.
In addition, the patient also has liver and kidney deficiency, lack of essence and blood, and needs to be dealt with.
The dialect recognized the basic recipe of Peibu Shenyang Decoction published by Mr. Zhu in the 1980s.
It is also combined with other medicines.
Seeing that Mr. Zhu was struggling, Fang Yan almost couldn't help but tell him that the complete prescription also contained deer antler and Liuwei Dihuang Pills.
As a result, at this moment, Mr. Zhu quickly started writing the number of grams behind each medicine.
I have no intention of adding any other medicine.
Soon the prescription was written out. After he finished writing, he took a deep breath and muttered:
"That's it for now, be conservative and try the effect first before talking."
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Hearing this, Fang Yan understood Mr. Zhu's thoughts.
This is the first time I do this, and I want it to work first before doing anything else.
If this method is used in dialects that have never used Fangzi, they will do the same thing.
So I didn’t talk too much in dialect.
"Okay, let's boil the medicine first. Now we can feed the patient something to regain his strength. He is too weak to do acupuncture." Zhu Laozhan said while standing up and tearing off the medicine prescription in his hand.
The doctor, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward to take it, acknowledged it, and began to make arrangements.
Some people went to get prescriptions to make medicine, while others went to get food together with the patients’ families.
At this moment, Mr. Zhu turned around and finally saw three more people behind him.
When Meng Jimin saw his master turning around, he spoke first:
"Master, this is Miaomiao from the Le family."
Le Miao smiled and stepped forward and asked Mr. Zhu:
"Uncle Zhu, remember me."
Zhu Liangchun said with a smile:
"Remember, remember, I originally planned to visit your house during my free time. Are your mother and uncle in good health?"
Le Miao nodded:
"Excuse me for thinking of you, everything is fine!"
At this time, Zhu Liangchun noticed the dialect on the side and asked Le Miao:
"When did you get married and why didn't you notify me?"
Le Miao showed an embarrassed expression and said:
"No, this is my colleague."
Meng Jimin also hurriedly explained:
"Master, this is the dialect I told you before."
"Which one?" Zhu Liangchun didn't think of it for a while.
Meng Jimin reminded Mr. Zhu:
"He was the one who prescribed the Astragalus Chongteng Drink."
Mr. Zhu suddenly realized it, slapped his forehead, and said with some embarrassment:
"I remembered!"
He stepped forward and took Fang Yan's hand and said:
"Hello, hello, I'm sorry, Doctor Fang. The old man just made a speechless statement when he saw this junior. Please don't be offended."
Fang Yan shook his head, indicating not to worry.
Mr. Zhu pulled him and said to him:
"Your recipe for astragalus, insect and vine drink is very thoughtful!"
"This is the first time I have seen this kind of prescription that uses insecticides and I am amazed."
When Fang Yan heard that Mr. Zhu said this, he quickly said that he actually learned this recipe when he went to the countryside.
Mr. Zhu suddenly said:
"So that's the case, no wonder it's not possible!"
"Indeed, from all aspects, it seems that the comparison was made after many years of clinical practice. I feel that the quantities are too accurate. It should have taken a lot of improvements to confirm it."
Sure enough, it is a Chinese medicine, and you can see the key inside at a glance.
But at this moment Meng Jimin came up and whispered:
"Master, I think that prescription should be his. You don't know, but he knows the quantity and ratio of some of the medicinal materials in it very clearly. Just yesterday, I used the original prescription, and the therapeutic effect was okay. But as soon as he came, he immediately asked me to change the ratio. Do you know what happened?”
Before Mr. Zhu could speak, he revealed the answer:
"Effective as a drum!"
Mr. Zhu was also startled:
"Just change it once, is it as effective as a drum?"
"Yes." Meng Jimin nodded.
Zhu Liangchun turned to Fang Yan and said:
"Fang Xiaoyou, you are so humble!"
At this moment, Le Miao, who was on the sidelines, also realized what she had said before. She finally pieced together the whole incident by thinking about what Fang Yan had said before.
He showed an expression that said so.
The dialect is speechless, and if you change it once and it works like a drum, it's just a coincidence.
Zhu Liangchun now thought that Fang Zi was from dialect.
Sometimes it's like this. If you admit it, people will be suspicious, but if you don't admit it, people will be suspicious.
After Meng Jimin showed him the "evidence", Mr. Zhu believed that the prescription belonged to dialect, or at least to someone related to him.
Otherwise, changing the ratio of the medicine will be as effective as a drum?
Well, Fang Yan himself doesn’t believe it.
This thing is just hard to explain.
Zhu Liangchun looked at Fang Yan with admiration. Fang Yan's current appearance reminded him of himself when he was young.
At that time, when he was practicing medicine in Shanghai, wasn't he also so humble?
At that time, I combined the inspiration from my master and ancient books to come up with a recipe. I obviously made it myself, but I was embarrassed to admit it when others asked.
Isn't this the same as today's dialect?
The more Fang Yan denied it, the more he felt like he had seen himself back then.
(End of chapter)