There was a man in the room who looked like a nurse. When he saw the middle-aged man and Zeng Yi coming in, he stood up and gave up the position in front of the hospital bed.

The middle-aged man walked to the bedside, bent over to look at the old man's situation, and the spirit on his face became a little more serious. He straightened up, waved at Zeng Yi, and signaled that Zeng Yi could come forward for diagnosis and treatment.

Zeng Yi walked to the hospital bed and carefully observed the data on the monitor at the head of the bed. It showed that the old man's vital signs data were still in the normal range, but it was obviously a bit weak. After observing for half a minute, he saw that the numbers were still stable and there was no fluctuation. Zeng Yi then withdrew his gaze.

At this time, the old man on the hospital bed closed his eyes and seemed to be in a deep sleep. Unfortunately, just as Zeng Yi had just seen it, the old man made a "burp" sound in his throat, and his chest was fluctuating.

The sound of hiccup made the old man open his eyes, but it was just a thin slit. Through this weak slit, all he could see from the old man's blood-covered eyes was haggard. Perhaps this eye-opening action was just a reversal caused by hiccups. The old man quickly closed his eyes again and returned to his previous appearance again.

The middle-aged man sighed softly, and he would be woken up every time he burped. Even the person who was hit can't stand such torture. Now this situation has been going on for more than two months. He did open his eyes just now, but he was almost weak and tired enough to see nothing.

Zeng Yi was silent in his heart. As his grandfather said, people can create everything and change everything, but they cannot escape the iron law of birth, old age, sickness and death. This is fair to everyone. No matter whether you are powerful or have a good medical skills, you will eventually be subject to this iron law.

The middle-aged man silently took two steps to the side so that Zeng Yi could conduct diagnosis and treatment at close range.

Zeng Yi then leaned forward and looked at the old man's anger carefully. The long-term torture of illness made the old man very poor. It can be said that he was extremely weak.

The nurse next to him brought a chair for the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was not in the mood to sit, so he raised his hand to signal the chair to Zeng Yi, so the chair came back behind Zeng Yi's butt again.

Zeng Yi was not polite either. He sat down as soon as he sinks into his body, then gently pulled the old man's arm out of the blanket and puts a little under his arm. Zeng Yi reached out to put a vein and sat there to experience it carefully.

Looking at Zeng Yi's stern actions, the middle-aged man's eyebrows frowned slightly. This man had a bit of a good demeanor when he checked the pulse, but he was too young after all, and he didn't know if he could not come up with any effective method. Judging from the spirit, the middle-aged man did not have much hope for Zeng Yi, but he had to let Zeng Yi treat him. After all, this was the candidate recommended by Mr. Zhai.

You should know that at this time of life and death, Mr. Zhai was still able to stand up and recommend the doctor, but he was under great pressure and took great risks. If he hadn't been sincere to the elderly, who would have recommended the doctor at this time? Even if Zeng Yi was just a quack doctor, Mr. Zhai's love was still a must.

Within the few minutes after Zeng Yi took his pulse, the old man hiccupped a few more times. He weakly opened his eyes a crack, and then soon fell into a drowsy again.

Seeing this situation, Zeng Yi's face remained unchanged, but he was a little tight. Obviously, the old man's eyes opened just a series of actions caused by hiccups, and he was not aware of it. This is the most terrifying thing. The situation doesn't seem optimistic.

Thinking of this in his mind, Zeng Yi's pulse became a little confused. He had to put the old man's arm again and planned to re-diagnose. When he pulled his hand, Zeng Yi glanced at the corner of his eyes and suddenly felt that the old man's eyes seemed to have opened another slit. Zeng Yi immediately looked up and looked over. Although the slit was still so narrow, Zeng Yi was sure that he had read it correctly. The old man did open his eyes, and turned his eyes and stared in his direction for two seconds before he closed weakly.

These two seconds made Zeng Yi very excited. The time I opened my eyes just now was definitely not caused by hiccups, but the old man discovered that there was an outsider beside his bed, so he opened his eyes on his own initiative.

This action was very slight. If Zeng Yi had not been close, with sharp eyes and careful observation, he would have almost missed it. However, the significance of this action was very important, and it showed that the situation was not so serious!

After calming down, Zeng Yi sat there and began to take the pulse. This time, he focused on it.

The middle-aged man did not see the slight opening of his eyes when the old man was not able to open his eyes, but when Zeng Yi took the second pulse, the bumps in his eyebrows were bulging higher.

After the pulse diagnosis, Zeng Yi sat there and pondered for a long time. Out of caution, he diagnosed the pulse at the old man's neck and the fall of the instep. Traditional Chinese medicine says that there are three parts and nine marquises. Zeng Yi's diagnosis method is three parts, mainly because Zeng Yi's mistakes are not allowed here today, and he must be very cautious.

It’s just this pulse diagnosis routine that immediately turned a lump between middle-aged people’s eyebrows into a deep word “Sichuan”.

Ten minutes later, Zeng Yi closed his pulse, turned to look at the middle-aged man, and signaled that his diagnosis and treatment had already reached a conclusion.

The middle-aged man said nothing, walked out of the house and Zeng Yi raised his heel behind him.

When he left the door, there were two people standing outside the door. One was Mr. Zhai, who was missing. Mr. Zhai had unconcealed fatigue on his face; the other was in his fifties, with a majestic face, wearing a general's uniform, and his thick black eyebrows were like two axes.

Zeng Yi suddenly knew who the Uncle Huang was mentioned by Zhai Haohui. It should be the General Huang Zixuan in front of him, the director of the Jǐng Security Bureau, and Zhang Jiexiong's immediate boss. At Zhai Haohui's wedding banquet, Huang Zixuan just showed his face and then went to carry out the security mission in person, so Zeng Yi could hardly think that it was him.

"What's the situation?" Mr. Zhai asked anxiously when he saw Zeng Yi coming out.

Before Zeng Yi could speak, the middle-aged man beside him spoke first and said, "Uncle Zhai, didn't you let you rest when you grow old? If you drag your old body down again, how could I explain to Brother Wanlin!"

Old Zhai raised his eyebrows and said, "How can I rest at this time?"

Huang Zixuan next to him also shook his head slightly, indicating that he had no choice but to use the veteran general. If he didn't go to rest, it wouldn't work even if you put a gun on his neck.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to stretch out his hand and said, "Dr. Xiao Zeng has already been diagnosed, let's go to the front to talk!" As he said that, the middle-aged man still looked back cautiously and looked at whether the door had closed. He might think that Zeng Yi's diagnosis and treatment results would not be optimistic, so he was afraid that the elderly inside would hear it.

Seeing that the door was closed, the middle-aged man walked forward with confidence and led everyone into another room.

This is obviously a study room with large bookshelfs, with various political theory and philosophy books on it. A green globe is placed on the desk. The material looks like jade, which is really extraordinary.

"Uncle Zhai, please sit down!" The middle-aged man closed the door and asked Mr. Zhai to take his seat.

"Tell me the result first!" Mr. Zhai was not in the mood to pay attention to such red tape. He stood there and said to Zeng Yi: "Zeng Yi, how is the old man's physical condition? Don't have any concerns, just say whatever he diagnoses."

The middle-aged man also said: "But it doesn't matter. No matter what the result is, please be sure to tell the truth."

Huang Zixuan didn't say anything, but stood aside, silent as if it was a mountain. Perhaps the Jǐng Wei Bureau had such a temper. Zhang Jiexiong himself was a master who could not beat a single one. Huang Zixuan didn't say anything at Zhai Haohui's wedding banquet that day, so it was not very impressive to Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi nodded to Mr. Zhai, but was not in a hurry to tell the conclusion. Instead, he stood there and carefully verified his diagnosis from his heart, and finally said: "I think the patient's condition is not very serious!" Even though Zeng Yi knew that it was the old man, he still had to call him the patient.

As soon as these words came out, even Huang Zixuan, who was as quiet as a mountain, had his two axes and eyebrows immediately stood up, as if he felt that he had heard it wrong.

The middle-aged man was first surprised, and then a trace of excitement and hope appeared in his eyes.

Mr. Zhai's face became very serious. Zeng Yi is really a newborn calf and is not afraid of a tiger. How could he say so lightly? The old man was critically ill three times. If it weren't for the effective rescue, it would be difficult to say whether he could still save his life at this time. When you speak, you say that the situation is not very serious. If you are critically ill three times, then what is considered serious! If you talk big, you will get a target, and see the occasion!

"Tell me your basis!" Mr. Zhai asked in a deep voice. He wanted to calm Zeng Yi down.

Zeng Yi had a very careful diagnosis just now, and was more cautious than ever before. He was very sure of his diagnosis. He said: "Although the patient seems very weak at the moment, based on three judgments, I think the situation is not at the worst level: First, the patient's pulse is not messy, I have carefully verified it several times; Second, the patient's breathing is not chaotic, and his breathing is even and strong, and there is no big breath, or he is not breathing, or he is difficult to breathe; Third, the patient's spirit is not dissipated. Just when I approach the bed, the patient can detect my approach and look at me with open eyes. This shows that the patient's perception ability is normal, and he has a clear consciousness. There is no chaotic consciousness or external objects, but he is just too tired."

"The pulse is not chaotic", "The energy is not chaotic", and "The spirit is not scattered", three consecutive reasons are thrown out, not only the middle-aged man, but even Huang Zixuan's eyes are beginning to shine.

When other doctors talked about how dangerous the situation was. I didn’t know how many times the notice was issued for critical illness. It seemed that the old man had no good situation except for the bad situation. But when the young doctor saw that all the good and positive aspects of the old man had come out, and it was not one, but three, which was so exciting.

Mr. Zhai originally wanted to calm Zeng Yi down, but Zeng Yi was very proud and even gave three reasons to show that the old man's situation was not at its worst, and now Mr. Zhai could not calm down.

"Say... Let's talk..." Old Zhai's lips trembled a little. He grabbed Zeng Yi and said, "What should we do now and how to treat it!"

Huang Zixuan stepped forward and gently pulled on Old Zhai's sleeve, reminding Old Zhai to pay attention to his emotions and not to have hope on the other side, and then excitement from Old Zhai. To be honest, Huang Zixuan had never seen Old Zhai lose his composure. Even when the border counterattack war was not going smoothly, Old Zhai was still calm.

Old Zhai was not so excited, but was very anxious. He swung his big hand hard, let go of Zeng Yi, and shouted: "Hurry up and say it!"

The middle-aged man next to him couldn't help but take a step forward, waiting for Zeng Yi's following. He listened the most carefully. Although Zeng Yi had just said a lot, he actually didn't talk about the disease itself at all. He was just telling the patient's physical condition truthfully. To put it bluntly, he didn't say anything. Mr. Zhai's concern about Zeng Yi's fever was completely unnecessary. This person's words seemed bold. In fact, he was very cautious in every sentence.

However, since Zeng Yi dared to say this, he must have a certain degree of treatment, which made the middle-aged man very excited.

Zeng Yi looked at Mr. Zhai and said, "The previous judgment of the expert group was correct. The problem of the patient's hiccups was the stomach. In traditional Chinese medicine, the stomach is responsible for descending, receiving food, and rotting water and grain. Its operating rules are downward. This is its original source. It is also because of this decline that the internal operation of the body can proceed normally. This is a very important part!" Zeng Yi said this. He made a downward gesture with his hand and explained the definition of the stomach in traditional Chinese medicine, which is to descend. He said, "When there is a problem with the stomach, the movement pattern will be disordered, and the stomach qi may no longer go downward, but upward. So he started to hiccup, which traditional Chinese medicine called hiccups. Therefore, the two doses of Chinese medicine in the previous expert group were both effective in the stomach lowering the reversal. The purpose was to lower the qi!"

This explanation is very easy to understand, and all three of them present understood it.

"Then why doesn't the medicine work?" the middle-aged man asked at this time. Zeng Yi's explanation was very clear, which was easier to understand than the expert group's explanation.

Zeng Yi said: "It cannot be said that it does not work at all. The reason why the medicine has not been effective is that it has something to do with the patient's physical weakness after the operation." Seeing that the three of them didn't understand very well, Zeng Yi explained: "Take the reason why hiccups are the normal and strong stomach, the stomach qi goes down and will not hiccups; now the hiccups occur, which means that the patient's stomach must be in an abnormal state. In front of him, the stomach qi is weak. At this time, simply reducing the reversal may not achieve the treatment effect, because the stomach is in an abnormal disordered state, it can receive signals conveyed by the medicine, but it has no ability to execute it."

It's so straightforward, if you don't understand it, there's nothing you can do! Mr. Zhai must have understood it. The principle is very simple. The soldier's leg is broken. At this time, you ask him to run a ten-kilometer off-road, which is pure nonsense.

"Doctor Zeng, according to your opinion, what you need to do now is to restore the stomach to normal?" The middle-aged man also understood. When he asked Zeng Yi about this, he had a little respect in his tone. He could explain the reason for the disease and explain the reason why the medicine did not work so thoroughly. For such a doctor, he had no reason to disrespect the other party.

Zeng Yi nodded and said, "That's right, the stomach is normal, and it will naturally restore the operating rules it should have."

"Then why are you trying to keep it? Prepare the prescription quickly!" Mr. Zhai said, "It's not you who are sick, nor you who are uncomfortable. It's time now. If you have a prescription, you should take it out to help you quickly."

Zeng Yi understood Mr. Zhai’s mood, but he must explain what he should say clearly. The old man lying on the bed. If he didn’t tell the cause of the disease, he would prescribe the prescription himself. Who dared to make the decision to let the old man take the medicine? Didn’t he treat Zhai Haohui that year because he explained the cause of the disease thoroughly before he let him take over the treatment?

"Doctor Zeng, if there is a solution, please tell me!" The middle-aged man also spoke to Zeng Yi and said, "No matter what, you must give it a try."

Zeng Yi was waiting for this sentence. If you don’t agree to let me try, how dare I try? If something goes wrong, the one who recommends himself is also responsible. You must be careful and you can’t make any mistakes. He said, “Since that’s the case, I’ll tell you a way! In fact, there is no need to use any complicated medicine. Find a piece of Laoshan ginseng and boil it in water, then cook it into porridge with glutinous rice, and then feed it to the patient. It should have some effect!”

Mr. Zhai looked at Zeng Yi and was a little surprised. Is it really that simple? The rice porridge cooked in ginseng soup can cure the old man's serious illness? No matter how he heard it, he felt a little unbelievable. He thought that Zeng Yi was not too cautious and conservative. When he treated Qiao Wende's trauma, it was also a tormenting illness. Qiao Wende was tortured and breathed only after one breath. This kid insisted on using a large dose of rhubarb. Unexpectedly, with a violent laxative, Qiao Wende became more and more energetic.

Why did this kid become so conservative when he got to the old man? He only prescribed a bowl of ginseng soup and glutinous rice porridge! This is not a small cold for Old Man Zhong. A bowl of hot and sour soup may not solve the problem!

"Do you only use these?" asked Mr. Zhai, who was afraid that Zeng Yi would reserve.

Zeng Yi nodded heavily and said, "Just use this now, try it first!"

Mr. Zhai turned his gaze to the middle-aged man. Huang Zixuan next to him was also looking at the middle-aged man, waiting for the other party to come up with an idea.

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said, "There is no other way at the moment, so I will try it according to Dr. Zeng's method!" He only uses two things like old ginseng and glutinous rice. Even if it cannot be cured, it will definitely not be cured. Why not try it.

Zeng Yi then walked to the desk, picked up the paper and pen on it, and wrote down the complete prescription neatly, including what kind of old ginseng to choose, how thick slices to cut, how much water to boil, how much rice to cook, how to cook it into, how to feed the patient, how much frequency and dosage to take, all of them were written on paper. Although this method is strictly speaking, it is not a formal prescription, Zeng Yi still meticulously in every aspect, one by one, it is to perfection, and the other is to avoid mistakes.

The middle-aged man took the prescription and read it carefully, and then said, "That's it!"
Chapter completed!