Chief Chinese Medicine

Apart from being weak and tired, Wang Huhu's tone was full of distrust towards Jiang Fei.

Anyone who sees a young man in his twenties, not even his own age, who is a director of internal medicine, will not trust him.

He is no exception. After all, if Chinese medicine wants to cure a disease, it needs to be at least four or fifty years old.

Almost 50 to [-] years old is the golden period for the beginning of Chinese medicine, and it is also the beginning of being worthy of the trust of others.

But a Chinese medicine doctor in his twenties is still the director of internal medicine, who can believe it?

Anyway, Wang Huhu couldn't believe it himself. His uncles and grandpas, their personal health doctors, were all in their 70s and 50s, and the youngest was also in their [-]s and [-]s.

Almost all the masters of traditional Chinese medicine he came into contact with were top-notch experts at home and abroad. After all, the level of uncles is here.

"I don't want to watch it, I want to go back to the capital..."

Wang Huhu shook his head. After seeing Jiang Fei so young, he has no interest in seeing a doctor at all. This is simply ridiculous...

Gollum...

However, just after he finished speaking, there was a loud movement from his stomach, and the bowel sounds were very loud.

Wang Huhu covered his stomach in pain and hummed.

"It hurts, it hurts, give me the potty quickly."

Only ten minutes later, it started again...

Jiang Fei took a few steps back, and Li Zhenyun at the side immediately stepped forward and handed the washed bedpan to Wang Huhu.

"Let's all go out first."

Li Zhenyun urged Jiang Fei and Yan Lao.

Jiang Fei and Yan Lao nodded, turned and walked out of the room.

Li Zhenyun didn't stay in the room either, and followed him out.

I only heard the muffled sound of pain coming from the room from time to time, and the "joy"

There is still a faint smell, the more it is winter, the more smelly it is.

After about a few minutes, nothing happened inside.

Li Zhenyun turned around and lay down at the door, shouting towards the inside: "Young Master Wang, can we go in?"

"Okay~~"

A very erratic voice came from inside, and Wang Huhu was much weaker.

Li Zhenyun hurriedly opened the door, and first put Wang Huhu's bedpan outside.

To be honest, Jiang Fei may have only formally seen another side of Li Zhenyun today. He usually sees Li Zhenyun as a very decent image. It turns out that he would bend his waist for the powerful.

But Jiang Fei didn't have any intention of contempt or contempt, as long as he was a human being, he would have such characteristics.

"Don't pour it out, let me see."

Jiang Fei opened his mouth and stopped Li Zhenyun from going out.

It's not that he has any special hobbies, but as a doctor, looking at urine and urine is also the way of diagnosis.

By observing the color, shape and thinness of urine and urine, the degree of the patient's disease can be judged.

"Turn on the lights!"

Jiang Fei opened his mouth, the room was too dark to see clearly.

Li Zhenyun pulled the light cord next to him, and the incandescent lamp immediately lit up.

Under the dim yellow incandescent lamp, Jiang Fei could clearly see the condition of the bedpan. It was reddish-white stool, which could not be called stool anymore. It should be reddish-white watery substance, sticky and smelly.

Jiang Fei covered his nose and waved to Li Zhenyun, indicating that he could take it away.

Li Zhenyun has also been holding his breath, not daring to take a breath.

After seeing Jiang Fei not looking at it, he immediately took the bedpan out, poured it out, rinsed it, and came back.

Yan Qingxing carried one hand behind his back because he only had one arm left, and the other arm was lost on the battlefield.

"Xiao Jiang, what's the matter?"

He frowned and asked Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei shook his head, and instead of talking to Yan Qingxing, he turned around and walked towards Wang Huhu.

"I'll check your pulse."

According to the stool situation just now, Jiang Fei can basically confirm that Wang Huhu is suffering from dysentery.

If it were not for dysentery, it would be impossible to have such thin stools, and to have such frequent and dense stools.

But if you want to draw a thorough conclusion, you still need the combination of four diagnosis.

Wang Huhu covered his face with a quilt, and the incandescent light made him a little uncomfortable, and he was a little sensitive to light.

Photophobia is a normal condition. Most people with physical weakness don’t like bright light. If you don’t believe me, look at the people around you. There are some people with low energy and energy who hate bright light very much.

"I want to go back to the capital, I don't want to watch..."

Wang Huhu shook his head with a very stubborn tone.

"Brother Zhenyun, I want to go back to the capital and leave overnight." Wang Huhu said somewhat aggrieved.

He is just a 23-year-old young man, especially spoiled and raised, how could he suffer so much?

If his father hadn't asked him to come here this time, he wouldn't have come here at all.

Since he came to Jijiang Province, he has always been unaccustomed to the environment, which is why he is so unlucky.

"Okay, go back to the capital, I'll arrange a vehicle overnight."

Seeing that Wang Huhu really didn't want to stay here, Li Zhenyun didn't force him, so he immediately opened his mouth and turned around to prepare for the vehicle.

"If you go back to the capital now, the journey of seven or eight hours is enough to kill you halfway!"

Jiang Fei said with a straight face and a deep voice.

He wasn't trying to scare Wang Huhu, but if he really left like this, there would be no treatment for seven or eight hours, and he would have died of dysentery before reaching the capital.

Dead yang is too much physical weakness, and you are alive and dead.

Jiang Fei's expression was very normal, but Li Zhenyun and Yan Qingxing were startled to sweat when they heard these words.

Does this kid know what he's talking about?Can you say that?

"Jiang Fei, don't talk nonsense!"

Yan Qingxing shouted angrily in a deep voice, then gave Jiang Fei a wink and told him to go out immediately.

Li Zhenyun also winked at Jiang Fei, not daring to let him stay here anymore.

Who knows what this kid will say, this is really shocking and endless.

"What did you say? You cursed me to death?"

Although Wang Huhu was weak, he could hear clearly. As soon as he heard these words, the aura of the children of the aristocratic family appeared immediately.

He got up directly from the kang, sat under the quilt, stared at Jiang Fei and said in a deep voice, "You curse me to die?"

"Sorry, I have no grievances with you, there is no need to curse you to death."

"And your identity is definitely not simple, and I'm not a fool, how could I offend you somehow?"

Jiang Fei stared at Wang Huhu, but was not overwhelmed by the latter's momentum.

I was more or less used to seeing countless life and death scenes in the emergency department in my previous life, no less than experiencing mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield.

How could he be frightened by a child from a family who didn't know much about the world?

Wang Huhu nodded. He wanted to admit that Jiang Fei's words were right, and that he had an extraordinary status, that's for sure.

So Jiang Fei will not offend himself.

But what exactly does he mean by that?He still has to figure it out.

"Then what do you mean?"

Wang Huhu frowned and asked Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei stared at Wang Huhu's complexion, and he could see it clearly under the light. His face was gray and exhausted, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he could see his restlessness.

"You are suffering from dysentery. If you continue to suffer from dysentery like this, you will collapse and die of yang."

"I'm not trying to scare you. Many people died of dysentery during the war years."

"If you don't believe me, ask Old Yan."

Jiang Fei didn't scare Wang Huhu, nor did he intentionally make dysentery serious.

Yan Qingxing said with a solemn face: "This is true. In our company, there was a young soldier who contracted dysentery. Because he couldn't use the medicine, he was dragged to death in the end."

After Wang Huhu heard Yan Qingxing's words, his heart skipped a beat, and his face turned pale again.

He trusted Yan Qingxing quite a bit. This was his uncle's old subordinate, and he was one of the fierce tigers of their royal lineage.

"Then... me?"

Wang Huhu's heart trembled, he didn't dare to say the word of going back to the capital again.

He felt that if he pulled it twice again, he would probably pass out, and he was very dizzy now.

"So, give me your hand, and I'll check your pulse."

Jiang Fei stared at Wang Huhu calmly, and spoke lightly.