Chief Chinese Medicine

Ma Zhishan sat on the recliner in the room, his legs covered with a thick quilt.

His face is wrinkled and shriveled, his eyes are slightly sunken, his hair is thin and gray, but he is in good spirits, sitting on the recliner and reading medical books.

When the son entered the room, he looked up.

"Wen Bin, who is knocking on the door?"

"If you are seeing a doctor, bring it in."

Ma Zhishan's voice was very warm and pleasant to listen to, and he didn't look old at all.

Ma Wenbin, the man in his 50s who refused Jiang Fei's visit, replied to Ma Zhishan, "Dad, someone from the hospital came."

"Oh, that's gone." Ma Zhishan nodded upon hearing that, and continued reading without interest.

After watching it for a while, he sighed helplessly: "What a good inheritance from a doctor's family, no one will inherit it."

"Talk about yourself, don't learn this, let me take it to the soil in the future?" Ma Zhishan pointed to his son Ma Wenbin, and asked.

He has only one son, and his son lost his wife in middle age.

Now he lives with his son and grandson.

His son Ma Wenbin works in the county art troupe, so he can be regarded as a deputy head of the county art troupe.

"Dad, I really don't know anything about this, but your grandson is very talented in victory. Didn't you tell me that in the future, victory will definitely be better than you."

Ma Wenbin shook his head with a wry smile, and said to Ma Zhishan.

His son Ma Shengli is 29 years old this year and is the best candidate to inherit his father's medicine.

This also avoided Ma's medicine, which was finally buried in the soil.

Hearing what his son said, Ma Zhishan smiled and nodded: "That's right, my grandson is like me."

dong dong dong...

There was another knock on the door, louder this time.

"Why is there a knock on the door again?"

Ma Zhishan looked out the window and asked Ma Wenbin.

"These two unruly young people, I must drive them out." Ma Wenbin turned and walked out with a gloomy and ugly face.

"Wait a minute..." Ma Zhishan yelled when he heard his son's muttering.

Ma Wenbin stopped and looked at his old father.

"Didn't you say someone came from the hospital? Why are they two young people?" Ma Zhishan asked suspiciously.

"It's two young people in their 20s who claim to be from the hospital and want to visit you." Ma Wenbin didn't know, but answered truthfully.

After hearing this, Ma Zhishan thought for a while, and then said to Ma Wenbin, "Bring them in, and I'll see what's going on."

After Ma Wenbin saw that his old father planned to see them, he didn't say anything more, nodded, turned and walked out.

Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie naturally couldn't return without success.

Especially Jiang Fei's character of not bumping into the south wall and not looking back, this time he must meet Ma Lao.

When he meets such a powerful old Chinese doctor, he will not give up until he learns some real skills.

If Mr. Ma is a person with a strong sense of sect, Jiang Fei is not afraid, at worst, he will waste with the old man.

I come here every morning and evening to say hello, but I don't believe that Mr. Ma is not in his heart.

With a creak, the big iron door was pulled open, this time it was not a gap, but half opened.

"Come in, my dad sees you."

Ma Wenbin stepped aside and spoke to the two, but his face was still not very good-looking.

"I don't know who you are, but after meeting my dad, don't mention going to the hospital."

"My dad is so old, he doesn't want to make trouble, do you understand?"

With a gloomy old face, Ma Wenbin warned the two of them.

The reason why he didn't wait to see Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie was also for this reason.

In the past, the leaders of Jiangxian People's Hospital came to visit Dad, and wanted Dad to go to the internal medicine department for consultation.

Seeing what Ma Wenbin said, Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie understood why the door was closed just now.

"Uncle, we didn't ask Ma Lao to go to the hospital for consultation, we just came to visit and ask for advice." Jiang Fei smiled slightly and said to Ma Wenbin.

Ma Wenbin hummed and didn't say any more.

Two people followed behind him and walked into the house.

The room is very warm and not too dark, because there is a small lamp in the east room, which is next to Ma Zhishan Ma Lao's desk.

Ma Zhishan put down the medical book, and saw that it was indeed two young men who came in, he was a little puzzled.

"Mr. Ma, hello, my name is Jiang Fei, and I'm from Jiang County People's Hospital."

"This is Liao Chengjie, my deputy."

After Jiang Fei came in, he politely bowed slightly to the old man, and then introduced himself and Liao Chengjie.

"You are Jiang Fei?"

When the old man hadn't responded, Ma Wenbin was a little surprised.

He works in the county art troupe, how could he never have heard of Jiang Fei?

The name Jiang Fei almost made him feel cocooned when he heard it.

Especially in the morning, when I was called by Li Zhenyun's leader to report, I heard Jiang Fei's name again.

He also knew about the decision of the County Art Troupe to sell tickets this year, and Jiang Fei had suggested this idea.

So Ma Wenbin was very curious about this Jiang Fei and was also very dissatisfied.

The matter of the county art troupe has something to do with you, a doctor?As for your opinion?

This suggestion created a great risk for the county art troupe.

Because if something happens, all of them will be dismissed from get out of class.

"Oh? Are you in the guest house, Jiang Fei who cured a critically ill baby boy with a dose of medicine?"

Mr. Ma Zhishan also raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

At that time, he also lamented that there are talents in Xinglin in my generation, so there should be more young players who are bold and dare to prescribe drugs.

Unexpectedly, this kid was standing in front of him now.

"It's me, I'm that Jiang Fei."

Jiang Fei nodded respectfully and answered Ma Zhishan.

"You two sit down." Ma Zhishan smiled and pointed to the bamboo stool next to him, then glanced at Liao Chengjie.

Only then did Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie sit down stiffly, very politely.

Jiang Fei has always respected medical seniors.

Of course, people like Ma Pingbao who have no medical ethics and skills are excluded.

"You came to me, what's the matter?"

Ma Zhishan smiled slightly and asked Jiang Fei.

He has a little more thought for this Xinglin junior.

The more experienced Chinese medicine practitioners, the more he likes the capable and talented juniors of Xinglin, and he always wants to support him or her.

"Mr. Ma, I have a patient in my hands. He has liver and lung qi and fire upside down, menstrual damage and blood overflow, which leads to restlessness, profuse sweating on the forehead like oil, causing the yang to protrude."

"The tip of his tongue is red, the fur is yellow and greasy, and the pulse is accompanied by floating numbers, and the inch of the part is on the thenar."

"The diagnosis is advanced lung cancer, causing hemoptysis."

"It smells dirty already."

Jiang Fei described all these situations carefully and earnestly, regardless of whether Mr. Ma would answer him, but he had to say something completely.

Ma Zhishan really didn't understand what Jiang Fei meant when he came here at first, but after hearing this, he finally understood Jiang Fei's intention.

This is here to ask for advice, and I want to know how to treat this patient.

As for why I asked him, because he has a lot of research on fire evil and difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

In other words, his father, Ma Jinghong, an imperial physician in the former dynasty, had dabbled in this and wrote the book "Medical Examinations".

It was the book he was flipping through just now, and it was only limited to family education, never to outsiders.

After Jiang Fei said all this, the atmosphere in the room fell into silence.

Ma Zhishan didn't speak, and neither did Ma Wenbin, so the atmosphere was a little silent.

"I hope Mr. Ma can give me a hint, so that the patient can hope to get better."

When Jiang Fei humbly asked for advice, he didn't care about losing face.

Everything is for the patient, nothing to be afraid of.

Ma Zhishan still didn't speak, just stared at Jiang Fei non-stop, with a look of testing in his eyes.

Jiang Fei wasn't nervous, let alone apprehensive, and just looked at the old man calmly.

A few minutes later, Ma Zhishan smiled slightly: "Xinxing is the first threshold of Chinese medicine, will is the second threshold of Chinese medicine, and persistence is the third threshold of Chinese medicine."

"After passing these three thresholds, one can be regarded as a real doctor of Chinese medicine."

"Your child has a good mind and will, and you probably have to study hard for several years, otherwise you won't be able to see emergency."

"But the upper limit of Chinese medicine is talent, and only good talent can become a great doctor."

"I have a copy of "Medical Examination Digest" for you to read."

"After reading it, I'll ask you how you feel."

When Ma Zhishan said this, he picked up the book he had just read with a serious face, a thin but yellowed left-handed thread-bound book.

When Ma Wenbin saw that his father had actually given the untransmitted knowledge to an outsider, his face couldn't help changing: "Dad, you are..."

Ma Zhishan blocked Ma Wenbin's opening with a wave of his hand, and just stared at Jiang Fei without saying a word.

He wanted to see if Jiang Fei dared to take it.

After receiving it, I can't understand it.