City Qimen Medical Saint (Strange Doctor Hand)

Besides, traditional Chinese medicine values ​​inheritance. Generally speaking, for a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine certificate, one must either take a postgraduate entrance examination or pay homage to a teacher. Yuan Zhengnan's words mean he intends to accept Ye Haoxuan as his apprentice.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan, then I will give it a try."

Yuan Zhengnan nodded, and said to the Chinese medicine schools on both sides of the head: "Let's save the first link. I think it's a waste of time. Come directly to the second link and make an on-site diagnosis."

The rest of the dozen or so people nodded.

There will be two sessions in today's exchange, the first session is speech presentation, the second session is on-site diagnosis, and then doctors from various schools will explain the patient's symptoms in detail.

On one side of the auditorium, there are already some people from all over the country who suffer from strange diseases. They have been paralyzed for many years, or they are terminally ill. I met a famous doctor at this exchange meeting, so I came to the scene.

Because Ye Haoxuan punctured too many people's cowhide when he came up, the first session of this exchange meeting was cancelled.

The staff moved a stool and table, and Ye Haoxuan sat down calmly.

Of the hundred Chinese medicine practitioners from all over the country, more than half were cursing Ye Haoxuan.

No.1 is a patient with bronchial asthma. He is over 40 years old and has phlegm in his breath. Generally, asthma is divided into cold asthma and hot asthma. According to the description of the person, it seems that both cold and hot asthma, And it is invalid to seek medical treatment in many ways.

He is usually out of breath like this all the time, maybe one day when the phlegm gets stuck in his throat, he will go directly to see the King of Hades.

The eight major schools of traditional Chinese medicine at the scene first diagnosed the pulse one by one, and finally the patient walked up to Ye Haoxuan, hesitant.

"If you don't trust my medical skills, you don't have to come. I'm a doctor. I don't owe you anything. I won't beg to see you. My medical skills are not that cheap." Ye Haoxuan shook his head.

"He is one of us. If you don't let him see it, you are breaking the rules of today's exchange meeting. You can go back." He liked the truthful nature, so he helped Ye Haoxuan.

The patient hurriedly walked up to Ye Haoxuan and asked Ye Haoxuan to take his pulse. In fact, Ye Haoxuan had already figured it out from his breath, and the pulse diagnosis was just to confirm the illness.

After Ye Haoxuan finished reading, the patient sat on the other side and asked everyone present to give the diagnosis results.

Not long after, everyone's prescriptions have been drawn out, but Ye Haoxuan was the last one to come up with the prescription.

Yuan Zhengnan was the judge among the crowd. He took out the prescriptions of all the people and looked at them, nodding while looking at them. In fact, the medical skills of the eight major schools are all about the same, but because of the different schools, their prescriptions are also different.

The prescriptions of the Wenbu school calm the mind and calm the mind. Although the effect of the medicine is slow, the effect is good.

All the sects have their merits, but there is still a long way to go to cure this disease. Even if it is cured, it cannot completely eradicate the root cause.

The last prescription was prescribed by Ye Haoxuan, and Yuan Zhengnan's originally unhappy face changed instantly.

Everyone was staring at the face of old miracle doctor Yuan. His expression changed, and everyone present felt tense, and some people felt gloating. It seems that Ye Haoxuan's prescription is extremely outrageous, otherwise Yuan Why is the old miracle doctor's face so ugly?

He stood up and sighed: "Miao, it is really wonderful, the monarch and his ministers and envoys have covered everything, young man, you are really not simple."

Ye Haoxuan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Yuan is over the top."

Yuan Zhengnan handed the recipe to people from various schools on both sides to have a look. After a closer look, these people either suddenly realized it, or they were full of praise.

Next, Mr. Yuan listed these medicines one by one, and then explained them to all kinds of people sitting here.

What Ye Haoxuan used were "ephedra, cinnamon sticks, dried ginger," and more than a dozen herbs.

In fact, these medicines have several main ingredients as the monarch medicine, which are used to treat asthma, and then supplemented with minister medicines to strengthen the medicinal properties of the monarch medicine, and then use adjuvant medicines to slow down the potency of the medicine, making the medicine mild and natural, and finally used for medicinal purposes. To reconcile the five elements.

As far as this prescription is concerned, Ye Haoxuan is already quite a national player.

"It's amazing, it's really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead." A traditional Chinese medicine doctor from the Zuohan School sighed.

"Yeah, I'm willing to bow down..."

After explaining the characteristics of Ye Haoxuan's prescriptions, representatives of the eight major schools of Chinese medicine said that Ye Haoxuan was superior.

Ye Haoxuan smiled slightly, if supplemented with Taiyi acupuncture, he would certainly be able to restore the patient's condition, but this is too amazing, the tree attracts the wind, and it is better to keep a low profile.

"Okay, the medication is careful and careful, and your test has passed." Yuan Lao smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.

All the people in the audience looked at Ye Haoxuan with envy and hatred. To be appreciated by Mr. Yuan, even an unenlightened fool would surely achieve something. This young man is really lucky.

Patient No.2 is a father and son. The son is about 20 years old and looks dark. The father and son are dressed in tatters, but the son has firm eyes.

The son was pushing a cart, and the father was lying on the cart. Although the father was under fifty, his face was wrinkled, pale, and his spirit was extremely listless.

He has been quadriplegic for many years, but his son is filial and has never given up on treatment, so he tried every means to come to this auditorium today. Fortunately, the security guard at the door is kind, seeing that the father and son are pitiful, there is nothing wrong with him. Make things difficult for them, let them in.

The son was silent and said nothing, just saluted the elders on the stage, and then said nothing.

The doctors are benevolent. Everyone on the stage is the descendant of the eight major schools of Chinese medicine. Needless to say, in terms of medical ethics, the eight people stood up one by one when they saw that the patient could not come forward on their own. Then they took the patient's pulse and asked about the basic situation.

Ye Haoxuan was still the last one to go up, he just felt his pulse slightly, and returned to his seat without saying a word.

"Everyone, let's put your opinions lightly." Yuan Lao also went up to check his pulse, asked a few questions, and then returned to his seat.

The successors of the eight major schools expressed their views one after another.

"The meridian is kinked, the qi and blood are not smooth, it can be cured, but it takes some effort, and even if it is cured, it can barely take care of itself."

"It must have been caused by a stroke, but it's a pity that it's been too long, otherwise there is still hope."

"This is a disease of paralysis. If you know Taiyi Shenzhen, you may have greater hope. Of course, it is not difficult to treat, but the effect is not good."

Hearing people from the eight major schools express their opinions one after another, Ye Haoxuan smiled slightly, but said nothing.