Chinese medicine doctor Xu Yang

"Is this a fart?" Mr. Tang also said.

As soon as these words came out, the family suddenly felt embarrassed.

After being stunned for a few seconds, the doctor of Western medicine suddenly clapped his hands excitedly and shouted: "Oh, she farted!"

The man looked at the doctor in shock. Are all people in the city like this? Have you ever seen a fart? Why are you shouting so loudly?

"What a fart!" Mr. Zhu was also very surprised.

The man looked at Mr. Zhu confused, are you so ignorant?

The other oldest Chinese medicine doctor also nodded cautiously: "Yes, you fart so fast."

The man was completely dumbfounded by the hobbies of city people.

Xu Yang continued to observe the patient's condition and said: "The patient's whole body is slightly sweaty."

Everyone hurried to take a look.

Xu Yang checked and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The patient had opened his eyes and looked at Xu Yang, but made no reply.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Xu Yang raised his voice.

The patient looked at Xu Yang, a little confused.

The man quickly said: "She is deaf and can't hear. I'll tell her."

The man leaned close to his wife's ear and shouted loudly: "The doctor asked you if you still feel uncomfortable?"

Only then did the patient hear clearly and squirmed his mouth.

The man quickly put his ear to listen, and then relayed: "She said...she said she felt a hot air flowing around her belly button, which was very comfortable, very comfortable, and then...then there was no pain around the belly button."

The man didn't wait for the doctor to speak, but he raised his head in surprise and asked, "You don't feel any pain anymore? It's been hurting for more than a month, is it finally gone?"

The patient blinked laboriously in affirmation.

The doctors in the clinic also looked at Xu Yang in surprise. The effect was so good. There was no pain after the moxibustion.

Xu Yang was also relieved a lot.

The patient squirmed again, and the man hurried over to listen: "What, are you hungry? Are you hungry?"

The man suddenly showed a look of surprise: "Do you want to eat?"

The patient blinked again and nodded his head a few times.

The man quickly clasped his hands together: "Oh, God bless you, God bless you, you finally know you are hungry and want to eat."

The men all started crying.

Since getting sick, he has watched his wife deteriorate day by day, turning into what she is now. The child is still drinking milk from others since the birth.

The hospital said earlier that he was suffering from hepatic coma and that he would be sent to Shanghai for rescue, which almost knocked him out.

Now she finally wanted to eat, and the man was so excited that he almost cried.

"Okay, okay, I'll find you something to eat right away." The man said hurriedly. He stood up and turned around to see Xu Yang. He clasped his hands together and was about to worship Xu Yang like a Bodhisattva.

Xu Yang was already very familiar with this kind of scene. As soon as the man bent down, he grabbed the man with one hand, very skillfully, as if it was a conditioned reflex.

The doctors in the clinic also looked at Xu Yang in surprise. Hey, he is very agile. Have you practiced?

Xu Yang glanced at them and smiled. Nothing but familiarity.

The patient lives in the countryside, which is very inconvenient. Zhu Lao asked his wife to make a small bowl of noodles for the patient, eat it first, and then observe the situation. The patient's vomiting also stopped, his abdominal pain disappeared, and his consciousness was no longer as fuzzy and lethargic as before.

However, other conditions were not relieved much. Xu Yang gave them another dose of medicine and told them to go home, boil it and take it, and continue to come for diagnosis and treatment tomorrow.

The patient left with great gratitude.

After the patient's family left, the doctors in the clinic looked at Xu Yang curiously.

None of them expected that even the big hospitals in their city would not dare to take over such a serious patient. Xu Yang took it over, and within just over an hour, his condition improved and the patient regained consciousness.

Isn’t this too awesome?

Is it possible that big hospitals in provincial capitals really send people to Xuyang every day?

Can't?

Why didn't they hear about it?

"What's wrong?" Seeing that everyone was stunned, Xu Yang took the initiative to ask.

"You..." Mr. Tang asked hesitantly: "Where did you practice in the provincial capital? Also, who is your master? Which master did you follow?"

Everyone wants to know.

"Um..." Xu Yang was vague. It was hard to say.

This year is 1954, and Mr. Pu is still in Sichuan. Mr. Li is still working as a secretary in Gansu and will be joining soon. And Mr. Qian...has he been transferred this year? Chenglao should be reflecting on neurological theory.

"Is this still a secret?" Mr. Tang asked.

Xu Yang laughed dryly: "My master is relatively low-key. He is just a folk Chinese medicine practitioner. He is far away from home and has no reputation. If I tell you, no one will know about it. Hey, what about the jaundice toxin that was just pulled out? Remember to burn it. It's powder. You can’t ask for dough or wax paper.”

Seeing that Xu Yang still refused to answer, everyone had no choice.

But Xu Yang was very strong, and this conclusion was firmly rooted in everyone's mind.

In the evening, it's time to get off work.

Everyone goes home.

Xu Yang was packing his things, but Mr. Zhu stopped Xu Yang: "Doctor Xu Yang, please wait a moment."

"What's the matter, Teacher Zhu?" Xu Yang turned around and asked.

Mr. Zhu said: "You don't have to be so polite, Doctor Xu Yang, are you free tonight?"

Xu Yang replied: "It's nothing, what's wrong?"

Mr. Zhu smiled and said: "Nothing, I just want to treat you to a meal and welcome the new comrades."

"Ah?" Xu Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Oh, okay."

"Let's go then." Mr. Zhu turned around, took the money and tickets, and took Xu Yang out to eat out.

I went to a restaurant nearby and ordered a few special dishes and a bottle of wine.

Mr. Zhu raised his glass and said: "Dr. Xu Yang, first of all, I would like to welcome you to join our joint clinic. With you joining, our clinic's strength will increase a lot and it will be able to better serve the people."

Xu Yang and Mr. Zhu had a drink.

Mr. Zhu put down the cup and asked again: "Dr. Xu Yang didn't make it clear before, what kind of disease are you good at treating? You said that the big hospital in the provincial capital sends people there, and what kind of patients do they send?"

Xu Yang thought for a moment and said, "As for me, except for surgery and orthopedics, I can do a little bit of everything. But I'm not very proficient in it. If I'm a little good at it, it's mainly about critical and severe treatment."

"Specialize in critical and serious cases?" Mr. Zhu showed a very obvious look of surprise.

Xu Yang nodded: "I can't say I specialize in it, but I know a little bit."

Zhu Laocuo said in astonishment: "This is extremely rare. In our city, first aid is taken directly to Western hospitals. Severe and critical illnesses are also handled by Western doctors, and no one comes to the joint clinic. If I'm lucky, I I really want to know who the doctor is who taught you this way."

Xu Yang was silent for a while and said, "I can't say it yet, but you will become good friends in the future."

"Huh?" Mr. Zhu didn't understand what he meant.

Xu Yang said no more.

When Mr. Zhu saw that Xu Yang really didn't want to talk, he didn't force it. He just asked: "Then if there are other emergencies in the future, or critically ill patients like this, can you treat them?"

Xu Yang said: "I don't dare to say that it will definitely be cured, but I can always try boldly."

Seeing that Mr. Zhu was still a little confused, Xu Yang added: "Except for serious trauma, the diseases in the body should be no worse than those in the city's hospitals."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhu nodded and understood. If he encounters such a patient in the future, he will know how to arrange it.

Mr. Zhu said: "To be honest, Doctor Xu Yang, I am really impressed by what you showed today."

Xu Yang said hurriedly: "Teacher Zhu, you're welcome."

Mr. Zhu interrupted: "Don't call me teacher, call me brother."

"Ah?" Xu Yang was stunned.

Mr. Zhu said with a smile: "I still want to learn from you, Teacher Xu Yang. If you insist on calling me teacher, then I can only call you teacher."

Xu Yang waved his hands hurriedly: "Bye bye."

Mr. Zhu said: "So just call me brother, and I will call you by your name."

Xu Yang's balls suddenly ached. He couldn't get through this psychologically.

However, the two of them had a pretty good meal, and they also talked about a lot of medical insights. It could be said that they had a great time chatting with each other.

When it was time to check out, Xu Yang took the initiative to run over and pay the money.

Mr. Zhu, who was slightly drunk, was unhappy: "What are you doing? As promised, I will welcome you to this meal."

Xu Yang said: "It's okay, it's okay, I should come to invite you."

Mr. Zhu asked doubtfully: "Yes? What kind of truth is this? Why do you want to invite me?"

Xu Yang whispered: "It's not because I took your money."

"What? When did you take my money?" Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhu, who had drunk too much, had good ears.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go." Xu Yang pushed Mr. Zhu out.

When he was in college, he couldn't tell Mr. Zhu that he received the Zhu Liangchun Scholarship, right?