Chinese medicine doctor Xu Yang

Sunshine New Village Community.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Zhang Ke put the food on the dining table, then went over and pushed her father over.

Zhang Sanqian was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were crooked, his mouth was slanted, and his hands were out of control. One hand made a sign of six, and the other hand made a sign of seven.

Zhang Ke pushed her father to sit at the dining table, then picked up the bowl, brought a spoon over, scooped a spoonful of rice and put it to Zhang Sanqian's mouth: "Eat it."

Zhang Sanqian's crooked mouth opened with difficulty. Zhang Ke fed the food into his mouth, and Zhang Sanqian chewed slowly with his mouth crooked, looking ahead with tired eyes.

Zhang Ke picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of her father's mouth. Her father, Zhang Sanqian, suffered a stroke four months ago. He is still not cured. His eyes are crooked and his mouth is slanted. He is paralyzed. He can only sit in a wheelchair and needs help to eat. Hello.

While Zhang Ke was feeding Zhang Sanqian, he said, "Dad, today the landlord, Uncle Pan, called to say that the rent has been raised again."

Zhang Sanqian didn't speak, he was just in a daze by himself, with no expression on his face at all.

Zhang Ke looked at her father and sighed helplessly. She dug out another spoonful of rice and handed it to Zhang Sanqian, but this time, he refused to eat.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ke asked.

Zhang Sanqian's eyes were blank, he moved his lips slightly, and stammered: "Shut down... close Mingxintang... close..."

Zhang Ke poked the rice spoon into the bowl and said angrily: "Are you confused? This is my mother's life-long effort, and you just turn it off?"

Zhang Sanqian tilted his neck, with a sarcastic expression on his lips: "Traditional Chinese medicine...can't save...your mother...I still...want this clinic...why...?"

Zhang Ke breathed heavily for several times, then managed to say calmly: "You don't have to worry about the clinic, just take good care of yourself."

Zhang Sanqian said: "I... don't want to treat... the disease..."

Zhang Ke suddenly shouted loudly: "What do you want to do if you don't want to cure the disease?"

Zhang Sanqian tilted his head, twitched his mouth a few times, and looked a little excited. He stammered: "I...I should have...die...you...shouldn't have saved me! I should have...let you... I die……"

Zhang Ke's chest heaved violently, and she cursed: "What good things are you thinking about? You live well, but if you die, who will pay the mortgage or pay the rent?"

Zhang Sanqian didn't seem to hear Zhang Ke's words. There was sadness in his eyes. He shook his hands gently and said: "I... miss... your mother..."

Zhang Ke felt very blocked for a while.

Zhang Sanqian's eyes turned red quickly, with crystals twinkling in his eyes, and his voice kept trembling: "I... want... to... see... your mother..."

Zhang Ke rubbed his sore nose, smashed the bowl on the table, and said angrily: "Stop talking about these things, just live a good life. If you die, who will clean up all these messes?"

"Get better quickly, and then go and earn money for my dowry! I tell you, if I can't get married, you can go down and see my mother, and I'll see how you explain it to her!"

"Eat!" Zhang Ke yelled loudly, grabbed the bowl again, scooped a big spoonful of rice and brought it to her father's mouth.

Zhang Sanqian slowly opened his mouth again.

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The night gradually deepened, Zhang Ke stood on the balcony, looking at the vast night, and then looked up at the starry sky. When her mother was still alive, Mingxintang was the best Chinese medicine clinic in their county, and business was very good at that time.

But after her mother passed away four years ago, Zhang Sanqian was in trouble, so Mingxintang's business also plummeted. Until now, the family has been destitute, and their family's money has been exhausted in the past few years.

After Zhang Sanqian fell ill a few months ago, Zhang Ke, who was still in college, quickly came back to take care of her father. Now Mingxintang is facing internal and external troubles and may collapse at any time. Her father has lost the ability to move again and is still determined to die. The family's finances were in serious crisis again.

Such a heavy burden was all placed on her shoulders, which made the little girl unable to breathe.

Zhang Ke sighed softly, looked at the brightest star in the sky, and whispered: "Mom... I miss you too."

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Xu Yang also stayed in the gynecology department of Xiyuan Hospital for more than seven months in 1978, and he also studied with the teacher for more than seven months.

As Xu Yang himself said before, if he had not been expelled from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and had also studied with the teacher, then with his talent and theoretical basis, I believe he would have quickly stood out from the crowd of trained doctors.

In fact, he did it.

Among their group of doctors, Xu Yang has made the fastest progress. Anyone who knows Xu Yang knows how hard and serious he is in his studies.

For more than half a year, he has done almost nothing of his own. Apart from eating and sleeping, he studies every day. These doctors in Xiyuan Hospital, especially these gynecological Chinese doctors, are consulted by Xu Yang every day.

Xu Yang's study of the clinical experience of traditional Chinese medicine has reached a point where he is so hungry that he is almost crazy.

The teachers in the hospital were also very moved. They recalled what Xu Yang said that day when assigning students to be tutors.

He really didn't talk nonsense, he worked really hard and had a great sense of collective honor!

In fact, people who have not experienced Xu Yang's dark half-year period will not understand that at one time, his life was over and he was completely useless.

And now, hope is placed in front of him again. He has another opportunity, a better opportunity. How could he give up? Even if he bites it with his teeth, he will risk his life to hold on to this opportunity. of.

Therefore, Xu Yang's growth is very fast, and his level has caught up with those doctors who came a year or two earlier than him, and he is even better than Liu Mingda.

This is what Xu Yang is most excited about.

"Xu Yang, the director wants you to go to his clinic." Someone shouted at the door of the dormitory.

"I know." Xu Yang closed the medical book and hurried out of the dormitory.

Jogging all the way to the consulting room, Xu Yang found that Liu Mingda was also there, and there was a couple sitting here.

Mr. Qian was sitting behind the table. When he saw Xu Yang coming in, he waved: "Xu Yang, come here and diagnose this lesbian. The patient has edema of pregnancy. No other questions are allowed."

"Yes." Xu Yang hurriedly agreed. This was Mr. Qian's daily assessment. The subjects of the assessment were him and Liu Mingda. He and Liu Mingda were the only outstanding doctors in this period.

Xu Yang came over and nodded slightly to Liu Mingda.

Liu Mingda also smiled at him.

The two are now assigned to the same dormitory and have a good relationship.

Xu Yang did not sit down in a hurry. Instead, he stood and looked at the female patient. The female patient was pregnant and her belly was already very big. It looked like she was seven or eight months old.

There are only four diagnostic methods in traditional Chinese medicine. They are based on observation, hearing, asking, and diagnosis. In fact, strictly speaking, the diagnosis requires a combination of the four diagnostic methods and cannot be neglected.

But now it is an assessment of two people, so Qian Lao deliberately removed the consultation, which is also an increase in difficulty. In fact, many traditional Chinese medicine doctors now only know how to do consultations, but they can’t do anything without consultations!

Xu Yang said to the female patient: "Comrade, please roll up your trouser legs and let me take a look."

"Okay." The female patient's husband agreed, squatting down and rolling up his wife's fat trouser legs. As soon as he rolled them up, he immediately saw that something was wrong. The female patient's legs were quite swollen.

The difficulty of Chinese medicine lies in dialectics. The syndrome is the mechanism of the disease. Chinese medicine believes that people who are average are not sick. Healthy ordinary people will not get sick. Once they get sick, it must be that there is a deviation or imbalance in the body. This deviation is the pathogenesis, that is, the syndrome.

To put it bluntly, dialectics means to know clearly what is the cause of the disease and what is wrong with the body. If the dialectics are correct, there will be no serious mistakes in taking medicine.

What Mr. Qian has to do now is to let Xu Yang and Liu Mingda conduct dialectics without consultation to accurately identify the patient's pathogenesis.

Xu Yang squatted down and observed the patient's swollen legs and feet, then poked it with his finger and found that his finger would sink in deeply.

He stood up and looked at the patient's face carefully. The patient's face was also swollen. Xu Yang said to the patient: "Comrade, please stick out your tongue and let me take a look."

The patient sticks out his tongue.

After Xu Yang completed the tongue diagnosis, he also performed a pulse diagnosis. After more than half a year of clinical study, his pulse diagnosis skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and now he can basically diagnose accurately.

Almost ten minutes later, Xu Yang carefully diagnosed the pulses in both hands. He nodded to Mr. Qian: "Director, I'm fine."

Mr. Qian nodded slightly and said to the two of them, "Let's talk about the results."

Liu Mingda said: "The swollen child is caused by kidney yang deficiency."

Xu Yang said, "The swollen child is caused by spleen deficiency."

Mr. Qian smiled slightly.