Chinese medicine doctor Xu Yang

Xu Yang and Mr. Zhu showed awkward yet polite smiles at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Ji Desheng felt a little nervous.

"Cough..." Mr. Zhu coughed lightly and touched his nose.

Xu Yang asked: "Have you always been preparing and dispensing medicine like this?"

Ji Desheng said confidently: "Yes, there is no problem."

Mr. Zhu asked: "Then why didn't you think of using weighing to quantify it?"

Ji Desheng said: "When my father taught me, this is what he said, a handful, a handful. Although I improved it later, I didn't use a scale. We are in the world, how can we use a scale? Buy a scale. It doesn’t cost money? What if it’s lost or broken? It’s not like it can’t be cured.”

Faced with Ji Desheng's confident statement, Mr. Zhu was furious for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Xu Yang was also a little dumbfounded, and he said: "Let's do it, Doctor Ji, you first catch it based on your past experience, and we weigh it and record it first."

"Okay." Ji Desheng nodded in agreement, then rolled up his sleeves and grabbed them.

Every time he caught something, Mr. Zhu would weigh it, and Xu Yang was responsible for recording it.

In this way, after Ji Desheng's operation, Xu Yang and Zhu Lao recorded the data.

Xu Yang glanced at what he had recorded, and nodded to Mr. Zhu.

Mr. Zhu poured the medicinal materials back, and then said to Ji Desheng: "Doctor Ji, follow your usual habits and catch it again."

"Okay." Ji Desheng didn't have any objections, and then caught him again.

Mr. Zhu weighed himself again.

Xu Yang recorded it again.

Mr. Zhu looked at Xu Yang.

Ji Desheng rubbed his palms and looked at Xu Yang.

Xu Yang showed a helpless expression, his balls ached, no one was the same.

Mr. Zhu frowned and stretched out his hand: "Give me a look."

Xu Yang handed over the notebook, and when Mr. Zhu saw it, his balls ached.

Ji Desheng himself felt a little weak this time. He said: "I...I've been taking medicine like this, and I didn't say...I didn't hear what to do..."

Mr. Zhu returned the book to Xu Yang and said, "Doctor Ji... arrest him again."

Ji Desheng looked at the serious expressions on the two men's faces and agreed a little falsely: "Oh."

He wiped his hands, exhaled again, adjusted his breathing, and then took the medicine seriously again.

Then weigh it.

Dry!

Three times and three samples!

Xu Yang didn't know what to say. He originally thought that Ji Desheng's familiarity with the weight of these medicinal materials might have reached the level of some awesome old herbalists, and he could judge the weight just by feel without any deviation.

Good guy, after these three times, there are still some deviations.

Looking at the strange expressions of the two people in front of him, Ji Desheng felt a little nervous: "What's wrong? Can't it be used? I was like this before, no problem..."

Xu Yang explained: "Doctor Ji, if we want to study your medicine, or promote it, we must have a dosage standard. For example, if a pharmaceutical factory has to dispense medicine, should we let people just grab it? Your hands may be big or small, and you may be able to grasp more or less. I don’t have as much experience as you.”

Mr. Zhu also said: "Moreover, changes in dosage will definitely have an impact on the efficacy of the drug. We must do our best to maximize the efficacy of the drug."

Seeing both of them saying this, Ji Desheng's face turned red: "Then I...I am...I have always been...I am..."

He stuttered a little.

Mr. Zhu hurriedly comforted him: "It doesn't matter, Doctor Ji, don't put too much psychological pressure on yourself. We all know that you have always taken medicine in this way. Don't be anxious. We will try slowly and we will definitely find the best solution. This way Let’s catch it again.”

"Okay... okay..." Ji Desheng wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, patted his chest again, and then reached out and grabbed it.

The fourth time.

"Let's do it again."

"Let's do it again."

"How about we do it again."

…

A total of ten arrests were made, and Xu Yang recorded them all. Fortunately, the difference was not very big, and he was able to determine a range.

Ji Desheng wiped his hands on his clothes. He felt that his hands were shaking a little, not from tiredness, but from being stared at so hard by these two people, which made him nervous. He looked at the two of them helplessly, wondering if he could pass the test.

Xu Yang marked the completed dosage range on the back of each medicine, and then nodded to Mr. Zhu.

Mr. Zhu also nodded.

Ji Desheng breathed a long sigh of relief. Good guy, it's finally over. He was almost sweating.

Ji Desheng wiped his forehead with his hand and was about to go out, but Xu Yang said something again.

"Doctor Ji, please arrest him ten more times."

"ah?"

…

I grabbed it multiple times in a row and did it again the next day.

Ji Desheng was almost annoyed.

Finally, the dosage range for each drug was determined.

"Ouch...why haven't I felt so tired from dispensing medicine before?" Ji Desheng felt tired.

Mr. Zhu smiled and said: "Although the process is a little more troublesome, it is finally completed."

Ji Desheng asked: "Can that be used?"

Mr. Zhu said: "It's not enough yet. Further research and adjustments are needed. We have to find the most appropriate ratio."

Ji Desheng nodded weakly.

Mr. Zhu carefully put the notebook away and said, "Then I'm going to the Health Bureau. I'm going to report to Director Yan about your prescription. Are you... are you sure about this?"

Ji Desheng said emphatically: "Don't treat me like a mean person who doesn't keep his words. If a man spits out his words and nails them, if he promises to benefit the people, I will definitely donate my money for free. There is no way I will regret it!"

"Okay." Mr. Zhu stretched out his hand: "On behalf of all the patients in the world, thank you, Doctor Ji."

Ji Desheng quickly wiped his hands on his body. He was still not used to shaking hands, but he quite liked the feeling, because he felt that shaking hands was not a courtesy for traveling in the world, but something that only intellectuals would do. This made him feel that he It’s different than before.

He quickly shook hands with Mr. Zhu, smiled and said politely: "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Mr. Zhu smiled and nodded, turned around and went out. He needed to report this important result as soon as possible.

Ji Desheng was wearing a white coat, looking around with his hands in his hands. Although he was already a regular specialist, snake patients did not appear every day, so he was very free. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Chen Zhao holding his hands in his hands. The bamboo basket comes in.

United Chinese Medicine Hospital currently has only two experts, Tulang Nakano. One is Ji Desheng, an expert in snake medicine, and the other is Chen Zhao, who is good at treating scrofula.

When Chen Zhao came in and saw Ji Desheng, he nodded to him and walked in.

Unexpectedly, Ji Desheng immediately chased after him.

"Wait." Ji Desheng shouted.

Chen Zhao turned around and looked: "Is something wrong?"

Ji Desheng rolled up his sleeves and walked over, looking very proud. There is no way, who knows that he has now repaid his kindness, actively contributed, repaid the society, and given back to the people. This is different from some comrades who pretend to be confused.

Ji Desheng felt that his moral level was no longer the same as that of Chen Zhao.

"Hey... why are you going?" Ji Desheng asked Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao pointed to his basket with some confusion and said: "Cure rat sores..."

Ji Desheng nodded, shaking the collar of his white coat with his hand, as if fanning himself, and circled around Chen Zhao, waiting for someone to ask him.

After going around twice, Ji Desheng saw that the other party had no intention of speaking, but he couldn't hold it in anymore, so he deliberately raised his voice and asked: "Just...don't you ask me where I got this white coat?" "

Chen Zhao put his hands in his hands and lowered his head. He shook his head and said in a low voice, "Don't ask."

Ji Desheng almost couldn't hold in his breath.

People said they were most afraid of Jinyi's Night Walk, so when they were placed here with Ji Desheng, they were simply ignored.

Ji Desheng pretended not to hear, and said to himself, "Since you want to know, it doesn't matter if I tell you."

Chen Zhao looked puzzled. He was old, and he was a little confused whether there was something wrong with his mouth or the other person's ears.

Ji Desheng patted his chest, straightened his back, glanced at Chen Zhao, and said, "I donated our secret snake medicine recipe to the country for free."

Chen Zhao was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Ji Desheng in shock: "Didn't you say you would never tell anyone?"

Ji Desheng shouted: "Can that be a rumor? Isn't the country our country? Isn't the hospital our hospital? Do you think I am just like you?"

Chen Zhao immediately lowered his head and dared not speak.

Ji Desheng came over again, put his arm around Chen Zhao's shoulders, and winked at him.