July 13th.
Saturday.
Ho's Medical Clinic.
A thin, middle-aged man in his forties entered the consulting room with a phone number.
"Doctor He, I'm here again."
The middle-aged man sat in front of He Chang and smiled bitterly.
"Mr. Li, how are you feeling recently?"
He Chang smiled.
The middle-aged man named Li shook his head, "I still vomit after eating. Doctor He, are the tumors in my body out of control?"
The middle-aged man’s name is Li Gui.
I was diagnosed with gastric cancer a year ago and it was still in the late stage.
Originally from a poor family, he chose traditional Chinese medicine for treatment.
According to the previous hospital plan, part of the stomach was to be removed.
Chemotherapy and radiotherapy are also required.
The medical expenses alone cost hundreds of thousands.
Not to mention that he doesn't have that much money to spend on medical treatment.
Even if he undergoes surgery, he most likely won't survive.
In fact, seeing a Chinese medicine doctor was a helpless move for him.
Drink Chinese medicine to control it, and you can live as long as you can.
He was going to die anyway, so why spend so much money on the hospital? Not only would he suffer, but his family would also be hurt.
So I went to He Chang to get prescribed medicine and drank traditional Chinese medicine for nearly a year.
The effect is somewhat effective, but the cancer cells in the body are still spreading.
The body is also getting thinner day by day.
He Chang felt Li Gui's pulse, then looked at Li Gui's eyes and tongue coating.
Asked about some recent symptoms.
After a moment of silence, an idea flashed in He Chang's mind.
Maybe you can use that recipe.
So he picked up a pen and wrote down a prescription.
The above are all very common Chinese herbal medicines. Dozens of them cost less than 200 yuan.
When Li Gui saw He Chang prescribing the prescription, he said, "Doctor He, I also know that this disease cannot be cured. It can be delayed for as long as one day! Please give me more analgesic."
He Chang said calmly: "This is a new prescription that I read in an ancient book a few days ago. It may be effective for your disease.
You must not despair yet, but maintain an optimistic attitude. If you think about it differently, you are going to die anyway, and you might as well spend your last days happily if you are miserable every day. Do you think this is true? "
Li Gui smiled and nodded.
Then he opened his eyes wide, "You just said this is the secret recipe?"
He Chang smiled and said: "Yes, I won't lie to you. This is a recipe dug out of an ancient tomb. It records several cured cases. Your current symptoms are different from those described in the book. Symptoms are similar to…”
Li Gui took the prescription and happily went to get the medicine.
It’s not just Li Gui.
Later patients came to see the doctor, and He Chang felt that he felt more at ease than before.
Some of the symptoms and reactions of patients in the past made him unable to understand them for a long time.
Now that I think of the records in medical books, I feel a sense of enlightenment.
He Chang knew that his medical skills had improved again.
Of course, he had this epiphany-like feeling entirely because of his accumulation over more than fifty years.
The dozens of numbers sold by the medical clinic are often read half a day earlier than before.
There is still a feeling of unfinished content at the back.
Then, I thought about the friends in my circle.
While there is still time today, let Guo Yanqiu drive him to meet his old friends.
When He Chang left last time, Lin Feng asked Mr. He to take care of Guo Yanqiu. Of course Mr. He remembered it.
Guo Yanqiu was smart and willing to learn. He Chang already regarded her as his direct disciple in his heart.
When teaching Guo Yanqiu, I was much more attentive and patient than before.
From now on, I will have to rely on this apprentice to build relationships and go to Lin Feng to read medical secrets!
If Guo Yanqiu was treated harshly and the child went back to complain to her brother-in-law, wouldn't she be turned away from the family in the future?
He Lao is also a human being, so he is naturally not exempt from vulgarity.
Mr. He's old friend in the field of traditional Chinese medicine is a woman in her sixties named Huang Lian.
Huang Lian is well-maintained and looks like she is in her early fifties.
The small courtyard is filled with Chinese medicines being brewed.
Compared with He Lao's medical clinic, Huang Lian takes a high-end route, and specializes in treating women and taking care of the bodies of wealthy ladies.
Huang Lian has made a lot of money in recent years, but at the same time, she has also spent a lot.
There were many patients in the hospital who had no money for medical treatment, and Huang Lian paid for them in advance.
There are more banners hanging in her home than in He Lao's medical clinic.
When Mr. He brought Guo Yanqiu in, he whispered to Guo Yanqiu that he could ask Ms. Huang for advice. Ms. Huang was a master in regulating qi and blood.
Guo Yanqiu nodded.
After a while, the two met Ms. Huang.
Mr. He introduced Guo Yanqiu, and after a few polite words, they started chatting.
While chatting, an argument arose.
In the end, no one can convince anyone.
"You say my statement is unfounded. Let me tell you that my views are summed up by my predecessors."
"Who summed it up?"
"The book doesn't say it, but it's recorded."
"Bring it to me and see!"
"Not here with me."
"Haha! You brag! Let me tell you, many ancient medical books now are forged, and many of them are incomplete. The ancients were not good at this. They were afraid that the disciples would starve the master to death, so each generation kept one hand, and kept it. Just keep the essence."
"I saw it at the Yongle Ceremony!"
"What?"
…
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Feng welcomed the second old Chinese medicine doctor.
In fact, during this time, Lin Feng already had a list in his hand.
As long as it is a famous Chinese medicine doctor, he knows everything.
Seeing Ms. Huang Lian, Lin Feng recognized her immediately and said enthusiastically: "Ms. Huang, I have long admired your name!"
"you know me?"
Huang Lian was a little uncomfortable with Lin Feng's enthusiasm.
Lin Feng chuckled and said, "Do you know Guo Yanru? She is my girlfriend and I went to your place to see her."
"It turns out to be Mr. Guo!"
Of course Huang Lian knew Guo Yanru.
After a few polite words, Huang Lian was lucky enough to enter Lin Feng's study.
Then, just like Mr. He last time, after seeing the medical records recorded in the Yongle Grand Ceremony, he became obsessed with it.
He Lao was the same as last time.
He was embarrassed to ask Guo Yanqiu to bring him over to read every day.
This time I finally found an opportunity.
In fact, this was the purpose of provoking a dispute with Huang Lian and then bringing out the Yongle Ceremony in Lin Feng's hands.
The two people sat together, reading medical books and discussing.
Lin Feng also sat aside and chimed in a few words from time to time.
Then, the two of them were stunned,
Lin Feng's speech was very insightful.
Because this whole volume of medical books was all written down in Lin Feng’s mind.
During the debate between the two, Lin Feng also learned a lot of knowledge.
…
Paper cannot contain fire.
First came He Lao and Huang Lian.
A few days later, a few more seniors came to visit.
There are also some guys who are labeled by Lin Feng as those who only know how to make money and have no moral character.
Or maybe they were on good terms with Han Guo or Xiaoli, but they were all turned away.
Then, the news spread that Lin Feng had a complete set of Yongle Grand Ceremony.
Lin Feng simply closed the door and thanked guests without seeing anyone.
The opportunity to make money comes, but also the trouble comes.
July 18th.
A middle-aged man appeared at the gate with five companions.
The aura of the six people was extraordinary.
Like a scholar, but also like a person in a high position.
When one of them spoke with a slight frown, his accent clearly had the language style of Xiaoli.
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