Chief Chinese Medicine

Jiang Fei naturally didn't know what old man Yan Qingxing was thinking, whether he questioned his medical skills.

But since the old man doesn't open his mouth, it doesn't make any difference if he joins the four consultations.

Even sometimes the doctor's own diagnosis is more accurate than what the patient said.

Because patients sometimes describe the condition and pain, it is easy to mislead the doctor himself.

This is especially true for some patients who are willing to exaggerate their condition and fear the disease.

"Grandpa Yan, go to the consultation table, and I'll take your pulse."

Jiang Fei stood up with a smile, and pointed to the clinic table in this activity room towards Mr. Yan Qingxing.

The consultation table is also specially arranged by the staff of the Armed Forces Department for diagnosis and treatment.

"Okay, let's take a look." Old Man Yan Qingxing nodded with a smile, patted the chair with one hand, and then stood up slowly.

Jiang Fei stepped forward to support the old man, but was pushed away by Yan Qingxing.

"I'm not old enough to need help!"

As Yan Qingxing said, he walked towards the consultation table in a hurry.

Even though the old man is over 70 years old, there is really nothing to say about his body. Just relying on this, there is nothing to get sick.

"Just put your hands here."

Jiang Fei took out the hand pillow from the medicine box, put it on the examination table, and signaled Yan Qingxing to put his hand on the hand pillow.

Yan Qingxing stretched out his only withered arm.

Jiang Fei helped him open his cuffs, and then pressed his three fingers on the vein area.

After taking the pulse, Jiang Fei can feel the beating of a pulse is very beneficial, but the strong beating of this pulse is not Hongmai and Damai, let alone floating pulse, but Xianmai.

The stringy pulse is as tight as a bow string, which is the pulse of phlegm and fluid.

A few minutes later, Jiang Fei vaguely felt another kind of pulse, which is the joy pulse that movies and TV dramas always like to mention.

But this happy pulse is a slippery pulse.

It's just that Huamai can indeed diagnose pregnancy, but it's not [-]%.

Because in addition to pregnancy, Huamai also has phlegm.

For Yan Qingxing, this slippery pulse is naturally impossible to be pregnant.

Combined with the words of Xianmai.

It was not difficult for Jiang Fei to know that Yan Qingxing's pulse was stringy and slippery, and his body was typically filled with phlegm and drink.

"Grandpa Yan, let me take a look at the coating and base of my tongue."

Jiang Fei let go of his wrist, motioning for Yan Qingxing.

The old man opened his mouth slightly, revealing the tongue coating and the root of his tongue.

"Okay!" Jiang Fei nodded, already knowing it in his heart.

He looked at Yan Qingxing's complexion again, and found that his complexion was not very good. Although the old man was in good health, he could still see some sickness on his face.

This is also inevitable. It is impossible for people to get old without getting sick.

If people eat whole grains, there is no one who does not get sick.

"Grandpa Yan, let me listen to the lung sounds."

Jiang Fei took out the stethoscope from the medicine box and motioned to Yan Qingxing to speak.

After diagnosing the pulse, I actually already have a diagnosis in my heart, but it still needs to be more detailed.

After all, the bodies of these veterans are very precious, and Jiang Fei cannot miss any diagnosis that should not be forgotten because of negligence.

"Okay!" Old Man Yan Qingxing smiled slightly, and he was also a good talker.

Jiang Fei stuffed the stethoscope into Yan Qingxing's clothes, put it on the lung area of ​​his chest, and began to listen.

Pretty much what I guessed...

Jiang Fei heard cloudy lung sounds and phlegm sounds in his chest, similar to the sound of water.

"Okay, old man!"

Jiang Fei nodded towards Yan Qingxing. He put the stethoscope on the table and took out a pen and paper from the medicine box.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Jiang Fei was about to prescribe medicine, Yan Qingxing couldn't help but interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"Little doctor, tell me first, what's wrong with me?"

Yan Qingxing looked at Jiang Fei with a smile and asked.

He really didn't believe in Jiang Fei's ability and medical skills. If he didn't say that he was inseparable, he wouldn't dare to take the medicine he prescribed.

He is not a person who is afraid of death. He went in and out of the battlefield three times back then, and he was like a blood gourd. Isn't he also afraid of death?

What he was afraid of was that if Jiang Fei prescribed the wrong medicine, it would ruin his career for the rest of his life.

He was thinking about Jiang Fei, a little doctor, so he needed to ask clearly.

Seeing that the old man was still worried about himself, Jiang Fei felt quite helpless, but this was the limitation of being young, or the helplessness of not being well-known.

If he was a well-known master of traditional Chinese medicine at this moment, Yan Qingxing would never say a word.

Of course, the old man has no bad intentions, Jiang Fei is still clear and understand this.

"Master, there's nothing wrong with your health, you just have some asthma." Jiang Fei said slowly, with a serious tone.

"You said I have asthma?" Yan Qingxing asked Jiang Fei with his expression unchanged.

Jiang Fei nodded: "Yes, according to the pulse of the old man, it is so."

"Drink and drink slippery phlegm."

"The lungs are in the middle of the chest, and they belong to the canopy. If the canopy is closed, it will be blocked by phlegm and water, so that the lungs will lose their regulating function, and the disease will be caused by the stimulation of water and cold phlegm."

"If I'm not mistaken, the old man is an old problem left over from the battlefield."

"And I see that you look a little tired, which means that you don't sleep very well at ordinary times, maybe it's caused by coughing up phlegm."

"In addition, coughing up phlegm should be particularly severe in the middle of the night. This is your current situation."

"From one to five in the morning is the stage of liver and lung detoxification. Coughing at this time shows that your liver and lung qi are deficient."

"How is deficiency caused? Deficiency is due to the obstruction of qi, which is naturally deficient, and the difference in qi is due to the two evils of phlegm and fluid in the lungs."

"After I checked the pulse, I found that you should have abdominal pain and difficult stools. This is also caused by the imbalance of liver and lung qi."

"And the old man is prone to asthma attacks in winter, of course this is normal."

"Because the weather in winter is dry and cold, it is very easy to arouse the two evils of phlegm and drink in the body."

"I don't know if I'm right? Old man?"

After Jiang Fei said this, he looked at Yan Qingxing and asked with a smile on his face.

Yan Qingxing didn't speak at the moment, but the smile on his face faded, replaced by a serious one, waving at Jiang Fei in a gesture of invitation: "Doctor Jiang, please prescribe the medicine!"

Jiang Fei nodded with a smile when he heard this, picked up a pen and wrote on the prescription.

Yan Qingxing was a little guilty and embarrassed in his heart. He thought that coming to a small Chinese medicine doctor was more symbolic than practical, so he didn't take it seriously at all, he just wanted to tease Jiang Fei.

But now, after listening to Jiang Fei's intensive dialectical analysis, and the stakes of telling the disease, he even talked about some of his usual old problems.

For example, coughing is common at night, it is easy to attack in winter, and there are also cases of abdominal pain and difficulty in defecation.

He won't tell anyone about these things, even his sons and daughters don't know.

So it is impossible for Jiang Fei to know from others.

That means these were all diagnosed by Jiang Fei himself.

How does this not shock him?How not to impress him?

Sure enough, he is still old, and he has even forgotten the truth that since ancient times, a young man is born out of a young man.

The general in my former army joined the army at the age of 14, fought the world with two axes, and finally made great achievements.

There are also countless old comrades in arms, Brother Paoze, who lived with guns in their teens.

Although it is an era of peace now, how can a young Chinese medicine doctor not be able to be accurate?

It's really wrong for me to patronize myself to judge other people's ability by age.

After a few good days, I lost even this bit of human vision...

Jiang Fei didn't see the guilt in Yan Qingxing's eyes.

After he finished writing the prescription, he handed it to the staff of the Armed Forces Department next to him.

"This prescription is for Yan Lao. After receiving the medicine, take it for half a month."

"Asthma is a chronic disease that needs a little recovery. It is impossible to be as effective as a sputum, and it is not suitable for a medicine that works like a scorpion."

Jiang Fei instructed the staff next to him, then turned to look at Yan Qingxing and said, "Master, if you have any questions, please communicate with the hospital in time, or you can call the emergency medical team."

"Grandpa, go back and rest, I will continue to diagnose."

As Jiang Fei said, he nodded towards Yan Qingxing, got up and prepared to treat other veterans.

There are so many veterans here, and it takes several hours to diagnose and treat each one.

Although there are four assistants to help, Jiang Fei really doesn't trust them. If he encounters a chronic illness, he still has to do it himself.

"Doctor Jiang, thank you!"

Yan Qingxing called out to Jiang Fei solemnly.

Jiang Fei turned his head and saw the old man nodding seriously to thank him.

"That's what I should do, sir."

Jiang Fei smiled slightly and didn't say much.

He turned around and saw the next veteran.

Yan Qingxing glanced at Jiang Fei's back, then slowly walked out of the activity room.

Standing at the door, Yan Qingxing told the soldiers beside him, "Take me to see Li Zhenyun."