The next day.
The weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
Su Qingyu and Mu Hanyan arrived at the competition venue at the agreed time.
With twenty contestants in attendance, there wasn’t much nonsense.
The host announced the official start for everyone.
There are twenty tables at the venue, just enough for twenty Chinese medicine contestants to compete together.
According to the rules, assistant physicians are not allowed to participate in the diagnosis process.
So after Su Qingyu and Li Yuanyuan nodded in greeting, they sat down at the tables across the corridor.
And as the two of them sat down.
Officially arranged patient admission.
Sit across from the prescribed player diagnosis table.
These patients who participate in the competition will be exempted from diagnosis fees and even treatment fees.
Therefore, although this patient had a sense of déjà vu as an experimental subject, not only did he not feel offended.
On the contrary, everyone enthusiastically signed up to participate.
Now, sitting opposite Su Qingyu was a young man with slightly dry eyes.
Under the black-rimmed glasses he was wearing, some eyebands could be seen, but his face looked very rosy.
Paired with his tired state, it seemed very disharmonious.
According to regulations, the person sitting opposite his opponent Li Yuanyuan should also be a patient with the same disease.
The young man sat down and first greeted Su Qingyu respectfully:
"Hello, Doctor Su, please help me diagnose this."
The name and medical grade of each contestant will be officially posted on the table.
At this time, although the patient was a little surprised, he was only at the level of doctor with Su Qingyu.
But in this world where doctors are respected, even if they are doctors, they are still respected by ordinary people like him.
In addition to this competition, I heard that those present here are the twenty most elite Chinese medicine doctors in the country who have been officially selected.
With an organization as authoritative as the Chinese Medical Association organizing this kind of free clinic competition, he naturally did not dare to express any objection to the young-looking Dr. Su Qingyu in front of him.
"Good morning sir."
"I'm going to ask you some symptoms now, and you need to answer truthfully."
Su Qingyu said with a serious face.
The young man nodded honestly and said that he would fully cooperate with the doctor's consultation.
"Have you had any dizziness or brain swelling recently?" Su Qingyu seemed to have seen some clues and asked.
"Yes, yes." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he hurriedly confessed, "I've been feeling dizzy lately, but I didn't sleep too little."
Hearing this, Su Qingyu shook her head and said:
"Sleeping well doesn't mean sleeping well."
"Have you had any symptoms of insomnia and dreaminess recently?"
Hearing this, the young man exclaimed: "Yes, Doctor Su, can you see this?"
Su Qingyu was writing and drawing on the medical record. Although the patient's symptoms were roughly determined, in a responsible attitude, she still asked in detail: "Open your mouth and show me the tongue coating."
The young man opened his mouth quite cooperatively at this time.
Su Qingyu looked at it for a while, nodded and said, "You often have a bitter taste in your mouth lately, right?"
The young man's head was pounding, and his eyes were full of certainty.
"How did you get the scratches on your face?" Su Qingyu had already written half of the medical record, but he still looked up and discovered the scratches on the young man's face.
Hearing this, the young man smiled sheepishly and said, "Hi. My wife caught her all. This probably has nothing to do with my illness."
Su Qingyu motioned to the man to stretch out his wrist, checked his pulse, and said with certainty:
"related."
"You must have been irritable and irritable recently, right?"
The man nodded.
"Then it's confirmed."
Su Qingyu put away the cap of his pen and smiled.
The man looked at the confident Su Qingyu dreamily and said in disbelief:
"Dr. Su, the diagnosis time should not have passed five minutes."
"You are still competing, are you sure you won't ask me to provide any more symptoms?"
Although Su Qingyu could guess all his characteristics in advance, he still proposed with the attitude of participating in the game and being responsible for the players.
Su Qingyu smiled slightly and waved her hand:
"Thanks for worrying."
"But now I've diagnosed your condition and filled out the prescription."
The man asked with some disbelief:
"No way. I've been to the hospital before. Blood was drawn and tests were done."
"I waited all afternoon before I found out the test results."
"How come I got to you..."
Su Qingyu handed the medical record to the patrolling referee team, and then patiently explained to the patient:
"This is the magic of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Actually, your liver fire is rising, which is liver yin deficiency type liver disease."
"Judging from the symptoms you are currently showing."
"It should also present symptoms such as vision loss, five upset stomachs, fever, hot flashes and night sweats."
"Also, you may have had a dull pain in your flank, right?"
The patient was dumbfounded. He went to the hospital and had many laboratory tests before, but Su Qingyu explained everything clearly.
And the time efficiency is simply not on the same level as before.
"Then please move to the resting bench first. If my opponent can compete with me to the treatment stage."
"I will use acupuncture to help you get rid of your liver fire."
Su Qingyu stood up and signaled that the patient could go to the auditorium next to him to rest first.
And she glanced at Li Yuanyuan aside.
At this time, she was only halfway through her inquiry.
It looks like I haven't started writing the medical records yet.
Being idle is also idle.
After submitting her medical records, Su Qingyu had nothing to do for the time being.
So he clasped his hands behind his back and walked back to the rest area where Mu Hanyan was sitting.
After she was free, she looked at the diagnosis table of another acquaintance, Jiang Yunfei.
Jiang Yunfei, whose specialty is traditional Chinese medicine, is currently writing a book.
It looks like the prescription will be filled soon.
Huang Jingming, who was across the corridor from him, had difficulty communicating with patients.
Perhaps Huang Jingming asked profusely for too long.
There was obvious impatience on the patient's face.
Even though she was sitting in the lounge area, she could vaguely hear that the table was getting louder and louder.
He was about to start a fight with the patient.
And the referee was not idle either.
Seeing the strange behavior at Huang Jingming's table, he quickly stepped forward to calm the two of them down.
Although I know that Huang Jingming comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine famous for acupuncture.
However, the basic skills of medical consultation are also compulsory for every Chinese medicine practitioner.
At this time, she felt in her heart that Jiang Yunfei's winning rate was already very high.
What she wants to see most now is Huang Jingming's deflated appearance after being eliminated.
