Lin Sanqi first took the pulse, not caring about whether it was a flat pulse, a deep pulse, a slow pulse, or a thin pulse, and just pretended to be very experienced.

Dean Shen burst out laughing in the crowd.

The layman watches the excitement, the expert watches the details. As soon as one looks at Lin Sanqi's gestures and positions when taking the pulse, you can tell that this guy is a half-baked one.

Needless to say, the three old men saw the problem at a glance, but they didn't say anything.

At this time, Lin Sanqi asked Yang Xiaojie to lie flat on the ground, bend his legs, put the fingers of his right hand together, place the fingertips on his belly, and start to palpate the abdominal pain in a counterclockwise direction.

A Chinese medicine hospital employee nearby was a little puzzled: "Hey, Chief Lin, I've never seen this technique before. What school of thought is this from?"

The employee next to him whispered back, "I guess this is the Lingnan style. There's a big difference between the north and the south."

Dean Shen complained again: "This is not our traditional Chinese medicine method, this is clearly Western medicine palpation."

Lin Sanqi had already immersed himself in the role at this time, and was doing his best as a doctor. As he felt, he felt a hard lump in Yang Xiaojie's upper abdomen.

Just push it lightly with your finger and it will move.

Lin Sanqi immediately recalled the introduction to children's abdominal masses in the textbook.

Common causes include parasitic infection, gastrointestinal obstruction, intussusception, inguinal hernia, and mesenteric lymphadenitis.

Which one specifically? At this time, Lin Sanqi missed the color Doppler ultrasound machine very much. Otherwise, he could just quickly open an order, do an ultrasound, and it would be clear. If it was still unclear, he would have to add a CT scan, and he would be stuck.

Now I can only guess...

After Lin Sanqi checked all five children, Mr. Shi asked:

"Xiao Qi, what is your diagnosis?"

"Master, I've felt a movable mass in the abdomen of several patients. My initial diagnosis is that the lesion is in the intestine. Considering the fact that the patient had an acute onset of the disease and ate dry, indigestible fried flour before the onset of the disease, I suspect intestinal obstruction is more likely."

Suddenly, Lin Sanqi remembered that intestinal obstruction was a Western medical term, and quickly changed his words: "Hey, it's intestinal knot..."

Mr. Shi squatted down and checked each child. His face showed no expression, but he continued to study:

"If it's an intestinal knot, how do you think it should be treated?"

Lin Sanqi once again tried to recall what he had read in the textbook, counting off the numbers on his hands:

"First, we need to perform gastrointestinal decompression, which mainly involves extracting excess gas and fluid accumulated in the intestinal obstruction area, reducing tension in the intestine, alleviating the child's systemic toxic symptoms, and improving respiratory and circulatory functions.

The second option is enema treatment. For children with intestinal obstruction, the first thing to do is to promote the excretion of feces to avoid irritating the intestines. Enema treatment can be chosen to clear the obstructed intestinal area.

If there's really no other option, surgery is the only option. Cut open the stomach and intestines, remove the obstruction, and then sew it up layer by layer."

After Lin Sanqi finished speaking, he thought about it and felt that there should be nothing he had missed. If he answered like this during the exam, he would definitely get full marks.

But the problem is that this is a Western medicine theory and treatment plan. Will it anger the many Chinese medicine doctors present?

Feeling guilty, Lin Sanqi once again secretly glanced at Mr. Shi, Mr. Xiao, and Mr. Han.

Old Master Xiao was so angry that he was puffing his beard and glaring, Old Master Han kept rolling his eyes, and only Old Master Shi still had that half-smile on his face, which made Lin Sanqi feel scared.

"Kid, there's nothing wrong with the diagnosis of intestinal obstruction, which shows you have some basic medical knowledge. But you only talk about Western medicine and never mention Chinese medicine. So, do you think Chinese medicine is ineffective in treating intestinal obstruction?"

The staff members of the Chinese Medicine Hospital who were watching the scene all looked at Lin Sanqi with stern eyes, as if they were looking at a traitor.

Lin Sanqi swallowed nervously, but based on his own knowledge, he did not think that traditional Chinese medicine could do anything for intestinal obstruction.

Can you perform surgery, enemas, or ventilations with your Chinese medicine?

But Lin Sanqi knew that he couldn't say that. If he said that, he would be an idiot. Would he be able to stay in the Chinese medicine hospital in the future?

"Well, well, our Chinese medicine is so great, there must be a way. But Master Shi, you know my family specializes in typhoid fever, treating fever and heatstroke, so I really don't have much experience with Chinese medicine surgery, hehe~~~"

When everyone heard this, they thought about it and realized that Chinese medicine also has different specialties. It is understandable that one who treats headaches and fevers comes to treat intestinal constipation and says he doesn't understand.

Old Master Shi chuckled, "Little rascal, since you're so ignorant, today we'll show you whether Chinese medicine is really effective. Western medicine isn't the only thing that can cure intestinal knots—oh, you mean intestinal obstruction? Xiao Song, Xiao Song from the pharmacy, is Mr. Song Yanfu here?"

“Yes, yes, yes!”

A middle-aged man in his forties ran out from the crowd: "Doctor Shi, your instructions."

"I won't write any more instructions. Just remember this for yourself. Prepare two sets of medicine right away. For the first set, use 5 jin of raw white radish and 4 liang of Glauber's salt. Boil them over high heat for 15 minutes. Divide them into five equal portions and bring them here immediately.

For the second prescription, prepare two liang of ochre powder; three qian of scutellaria baicalensis; one liang each of raw pinellia and magnolia bark; three qian each of tangerine peel, costus root, agarwood, and licorice; one liang of fresh ginger; simmer for two quarters of an hour, then add one cup of ginger juice into the soup.

In addition, add three grams of red ginseng, decocted separately. Do you remember what I said?"

Song Yanfu nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Doctor Shi, I've remembered everything."

Song Yanfu is also an old man in the Chinese medicine room. He has been an apprentice in the drug store since he was a child. People in the world call him "the one who grabs all the herbs". He does not need to weigh them, his hands are the scale.

After saying that, Song Yanfu ran to boil the medicine. Although the branch of the Chinese Medicine Hospital had not yet opened, all the medicinal materials had been prepared and could be used at any time.

After writing the prescription, Mr. Shi was about to get up when Lin Sanqi got anxious:

"No, old man, these five children are still in pain. How long will it take for the medicine to take effect? ​​Is there any other way to give them some relief?"

At this time, Mr. Han came over with a wooden box under his arm:

"It's easy to stop the pain. Get out of the way and watch me."

Old Man Han opened the wooden box, took out the silver needles inside, and casually inserted three needles into the children's Weiwan, Qihai, and Hegu acupoints. His movements were smooth and effortless.

Lin Sanqi was still in a daze, but Mr. Han had already finished his work.

"No, Master Han, is this all right?"

"Okay, ask them if they still feel pain now."

Lin Sanqi was stunned and turned around to ask, "Does it still hurt?"

The children immediately expressed their delight: "It still hurts, but not as much anymore. Thank you, Grandpa."

Lin Sanqi exclaimed sincerely, "Wow, this acupuncture is amazing."

A Chinese medicine hospital employee nearby sighed:

"That's the Seventy-Two Taiyin Needles from Old Man Han's family. That's truly magical. It's a pity that Old Man Han rarely uses it now. If we could learn a few moves, we could become famous doctors too."

Lin Sanqi blinked, thinking that Mr. Han's acupuncture experience and the acupuncture set made of meteorite were all in his hands. Should he go back and take a look at them?

Mr. Shi had already come to Pan Ye's side at this time and asked with a smile:

"Xiao Yezi, how did you diagnose this patient?"

"Master, I've already asked. The patient started vomiting half an hour after eating the scallion pancake, and eventually developed severe hiccups. Now his voice is high-pitched and his breathing is rapid, his face is red as makeup, his tongue is pale and slippery, his six pulses are weak and deep, and he is in excruciating pain.

Judging from the pulse, the patient has been suffering from fatigue and internal injuries. The kidney essence has been weak for a long time, and the fire has not returned to its place. The bitter cold has damaged the yang, and the middle burner has frozen, blocking the yang energy. There are signs that the yang is floating and about to escape. I, I can't treat this."

After saying this, Pan Ye's face turned red again, this time because he felt ashamed of his poor medical skills and inability to provide treatment.

Lin Sanqi was stunned listening to this, thinking to himself, he knew each word separately, but why didn't he understand what it meant when they were put together?

Mr. Shi squatted down, took the patient's pulse and diagnosed him, then nodded approvingly to Pan Ye.

"Xiao Yezi, your diagnosis is basically correct. The patient is indeed in critical condition. If he hadn't been rushed to the hospital in time tonight, he would probably have died by tomorrow."

The old lady was still retching. She had vomited out all the bile and had nothing left to vomit. However, the nausea still lingered. She was in great pain and weakly cried out:

"Doctor, save me, save me..."

Who wants to die? Old men and women always talk about death, but when they are really about to die, their desire to live is very strong.

When the family members heard this, they knelt down anxiously and asked the doctor for help repeatedly.

At this time, Mr. Shi saw Lin Sanqi with a confused look on his face and ordered with a stern face:

"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Go find a pair of scissors, an empty bowl, and some disinfectant alcohol. Hurry."

Lin Sanqi was filled with questions when he heard this strange "prescription." He couldn't understand what vomiting had to do with scissors. Did he have to castrate himself before he could cure the disease? But the patient was a woman.

Complaints aside, Lin Sanqi was still very skillful, and the bungalow dormitory area was not far away, so he brought the scissors in no time.

"Here, old man, are the scissors."

"What are you doing for me? Go, go cut the patient's fingernails. Be sure to collect all the fingernails and put them in the bowl."

Lin Sanqi was stunned again, thinking that he was going to play the role of a "manicurist"?

The problem is, those nail technicians are at Haidilao, just filling the queue with women. It's a critical moment to save lives, so why would they have the time to do a nail polish? Should they paint their nails a deadly Barbie pink?

Not only did Lin Sanqi not understand, even Dean Shen, Pan Ye, and the onlookers from the Chinese Medicine Hospital were full of questions.

Everyone knows that Mr. Shi Jinmo must have his reasons for wanting nails, but no one has ever heard that nails can be used as medicine.

Now was not the time to question. As a junior doctor, Lin Sanqi would follow the instructions given by his superiors to the letter. So, he obediently picked up the scissors and began to cut the old lady's nails. (End of this chapter)