: Belief in people

"How is it? Is the inflammation gone?"

Wang Xiru was so nervous that she saw Yang Yang stand up after checking, and hurried forward to ask.

Yang Yang turned his head to look at Yan Zhun with a weird expression, his pupils trembled, and his face was in disbelief.

Yan Zhun leaned leisurely at the clinic table, looking calm and composed.

Yang Yang's silence made the people around him so nervous, especially the old lady, whose cheeks were red, but her palms were so dry that she couldn't even shed a drop of sweat.

"It's gone." Yang Yang said in a difficult tone: "There is no noise in the lungs, and there is no inflammation in the trachea." Later, it almost became a qi sound.

Yang Yang looked at Yan Zhun in a daze and asked his confusion: "Doctor Yan, did you really cure silent pneumonia and bronchitis by just one acupuncture?"

Yan Zhun said gently: "Well, you have also seen that the child has hands, feet and mouth, and the onset period should be the fourth day."

The symptoms of hand, foot and mouth have basically passed the rash stage and enter the nervous system's involvement period. The most likely cause of pneumonia and bronchitis at this stage.

Xiao Momo's lips are dense with herpes, and the rash period is obviously past. Yan Zhun didn't say nonsense. Pneumonia and bronchitis at this stage are already a bit serious. If you want to cure it, you need to take infusion and medication to slowly eliminate the inflammation.

It was because he knew that the inflammation was eliminated slowly at this stage that Yang Yang was surprised that Yan Zhun could actually cure pneumonia and bronchitis with one acupuncture. How did he do it?

"I have good medical skills and great acupuncture techniques, so I can do it naturally." Yan Zhun said lightly, with no hint of arrogance in his expression.

Only then did Yang Yang realize that he had blurted out what he was thinking.

She coughed slightly awkwardly and couldn't help asking, "Apart from acupuncture, have you not given Momo medicine and infusion?"

Yan Zhun shook his head: "Since acupuncture can cure it, what else do I need to do infusion?"

"Doctor Yan, the medicine has been boiled. You just said that you can just serve one. Is it for the patient to drink now?" The warehouse door opened, and the salesperson who had been busy boiling medicine poked out and shouted.

Yan Zhun did not answer immediately, but looked at Wang Xiru and the old lady and asked, "Is the medicine ready to be boiled, will I give it to the child?"

Wang Xiru was stunned and subconsciously looked at Yang Yang.

The old lady said immediately: "Drink! I said Dr. Yan is very good at medical skills, how about it! After acupuncture, he cured pneumonia and bronchitis? Dr. Yan said before that if you take this decoction for three days, the symptoms will be completely eliminated! Since the medicine is effective, why not drink it?"

Yang Yang was a little embarrassed, but for the sake of safety, he said: "Doctor Yan, can you let me see the prescription?"

Although she is a Western doctor, she has good friends who are Chinese medicine practitioners. Although she also agrees that Yan Zhun's acupuncture is very powerful, this does not mean that she completely believes in Yan Zhun's medical skills.

In her opinion, if Yan Zhun was really so good at medical skills, he would have been well-known in the circle. How could he be a famous doctor in such a small pharmacy?

It’s not her that she is arrogant. In the circle, those who are truly good at medical skills have long been snatched away by the Third Hospital of the Provincial Hospital, the Central Hospital and the Second Hospital. Even if she went abroad like her, although she didn’t have much clinical experience, she was still trained by the hospital because of her good academic qualifications and excellent academic performance.

Yang Yang looked down on Yan Zhun's first impression, so even though he knew that he was very good at acupuncture, he still didn't value this person much.

Yan Zhun took the prescription paper on the table and handed it to Yang Yang: "This is the recipe."

Yang Yang took it and was attracted by the handwriting on the prescription paper at a glance. The prescription on this prescription paper actually used ordinary regular script, rather than normal professional terms.

You should know that when you are in a hospital, although the hospital repeatedly emphasized that it would be necessary for outpatient doctors to pay attention to the neat and beautiful fonts, no one would do it when it was implemented. On the one hand, it was used to it and it was difficult to modify it, and on the other hand, it was indeed convenient to save time.

Yan Zhun could write such neat prescriptions, which shows that he lacked experience in seeing the doctor.

In fact, Yang Yang's guess was not wrong. Although Yan Zhun had worked in the orthopedic department of the central hospital for nearly a year, he had not been transferred to the hospital and did not really give the patient a chance to see the patient. He usually helped the attending physician to find the prescription output and print it on the computer.

Thinking of this, Yang Yang turned his head and glanced at Yan Zhun and said, "Doctor Yan, don't you mind taking the prescription and consulting my friends?"

"Don't mind."

Yang Yang took out his cell phone, took a photo of the prescription paper, and sent it to his Chinese medicine friend.

"Is there any problem with Fangzi?" Wang Xiru looked at Yang Yang's solemn appearance and asked in a low voice with some concern.

Yang Yang looked at the prescription note, scutellaria baicalensis, aquamarine, forsythia, honeysuckle, talc, etc., with a complicated expression on his face and explained in a low voice: "I don't understand traditional Chinese medicine, so I want my friend to help see if there is any problem with this prescription."

Wang Xiru suddenly realized and looked at Yang Yang gratefully.

"Doctor Yan?" The salesperson who was cooking medicine in the warehouse was still waiting for Yan Zhun's instructions.

Yan Zhun asked the old lady: "Save the medicine?"

The old lady saw with her own eyes that Yan Zhun cured her child's pneumonia and bronchitis after only one acupuncture. She originally trusted Yan Zhun's medical skills, but now she is more and more admiring him. She hurriedly said, "Stay here, listen to you, how to prescribe medicine and how to prescribe!"

"Save it out, it will be cooled in a while and you will be able to drink it." Yan Zhun replied to the warehouse.

Wang Xiru sent her message, fearing that the other party would not see it, so she called her again.

It can be seen that Wang Xiru has a good relationship with this friend who asked for help. As soon as the phone was connected, she asked directly: "Did you see the photos I sent?"

There was a distance of two meters between Wang Xiru and Yan Zhun, but Yan Zhun could clearly hear the voices coming from her microphone.

The other party replied: "What photo?"

Wang Xiru was a little anxious: "You can help me see on WeChat now."

The other party: "Oh, okay, I'll look at the photo now...ah, what's this...scutellaria baicalensis?agata?forsynia...isn't this a prescription for treating spleen and lung heat disease?"

Yang Yang hurriedly asked, "Is there anything special about this recipe?"

The other party said in a daze: "What's special? No? This is the most formal treatment prescription in the textbook."

Yang Yang was stunned. It turned out to be a normal treatment prescription.

The other party asked again: "What's wrong? Is there any problem with this prescription?"

"No, no, that's OK, you can do it, let's contact you later." After Wang Xiru said that, she hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to answer.

It is actually a prescription for treating hand, foot and mouth diseases.

Yang Yang looked at Yan Zhun with some confusion. Since his acupuncture technique is so superb, how could he prescribe the prescription without any characteristics?
Chapter completed!