People often say that the monk can run away but the temple cannot. This is absolutely true when applied to Fang Zhengxiang.

If Yun Heng was Qu Tongwen's student, he would have left if he had left. The friendship between the older generation was friendship, and they could pretend not to know, but Yun Heng was also Ji Fengwen's student, and he couldn't pretend even if he wanted to.

If he dared to disown this junior uncle, Pei Zhixing would disown him as his student. If he was really expelled from the sect by Pei Zhixing and labeled as a traitor to his master and ancestors, he would have no hope in this life.

The reason why there are so many rules in the medical field and why many people still take it seriously even now is that, in addition to tradition, there are also circles. If one becomes an apprentice and then betrays his master and ancestors, he will be excluded by the entire circle.

"Mr. Lin's main problem is that he can't move his left limbs freely. His condition gets worse when it rains..."

Fang Zhengxiang followed by and explained the patient's condition to Yun Heng: "Judging from the pulse and symptoms, Mr. Lin's condition should be hemiplegia caused by a stroke..."

As they were talking, several people had already entered the bedroom, where an old man in his sixties was lying on the bed.

The old man's complexion was normal, with no symptoms of facial paralysis. His complexion was slightly yellowish and dark, and his pores were large, which was the result of the invasion of wind, cold and dampness.

After checking the old man's complexion, Yun Heng sat down beside the bed, took his pulse, checked his tongue coating, and then began to think seriously.

Fang Zhengxiang on the side also looked at Yun Heng and thought to himself, if you don't let me go, then I'd like to see what you can do.

After thinking for a while, Yun Heng said to Lin Shaoyang, "Let me take a look at the prescription you just wrote."

Lin Shaoyang hurriedly handed the prescription to Yun Heng.

Yun Heng took the prescription and looked at it carefully. "Danggui, Shaoyao... mainly to promote blood circulation. The old man has been ill for a year, so he must have used prescriptions like this many times, right?"

"Doctor Yun is right. The prescription Director Fang prescribed has been prescribed before by more than one person."

Lin Shaoyang nodded hurriedly.

This sentence made Fang Zhengxiang extremely embarrassed.

Fang Zhengxiang just wrote a prescription. Lin Shaoyang took it without saying anything and was very polite when he left. Fang Zhengxiang thought there was nothing wrong with his prescription. It turned out that Lin Shaoyang was just giving him face?

"Doctor Yun, do you mean that the idea of ​​activating blood circulation is wrong?" Lin Shaoyang asked politely.

Just now, Lin Shaoyang really didn't want to offend Yun Heng because he was a student of Qu Tongwen and Ji Fengwen, but as soon as Yun Heng opened his mouth, Lin Shaoyang felt that there was hope.

His father had been ill for a year. He had been to both Tang Hua and Xihua, and had seen both Chinese and Western medicine doctors. There were no less than ten Chinese medicine doctors who had come to treat his father. With so many people seeing him, naturally there were some repeated prescriptions.

Those prescriptions had been used before, so Lin Shaoyang naturally knew whether they were effective or not. However, since he had invited the doctor, Lin Shaoyang naturally would not offend the doctor in person. No matter who came, he would always entertain them politely and send them off politely.

There is really no one who can say what Yun Heng said in one sentence.

In fact, what Lin Shaoyang didn't know was that Yun Heng also benefited from the help of a later comer. The patient had been ill for a year and had seen many doctors. Yun Heng had just examined the patient again. Combined with Fang Zhengxiang's prescription, Yun Heng could still judge whether the prescription was effective or not. If the prescription was effective, the patient would not have not seen improvement for so long.

Whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, sometimes the ideas are similar when diagnosing some complex diseases. The method of elimination is the most commonly used by doctors. The more people are eliminated in the front, the later people can take fewer detours.

"Obviously, the thinking is wrong, otherwise the old man wouldn't have not seen improvement for so long."

Yun Heng nodded and glanced at Fang Zhengxiang: "Sometimes, if you pay more attention during treatment, you can still diagnose some situations."

Fang Zhengxiang opened his mouth and thought to himself, why don’t you just read out my ID number?

This junior uncle of mine really holds a grudge. Didn’t he just ignore Yun Heng when he greeted him just now?

This is really the law of nature, retribution is inevitable.

"Master, you're right. I wasn't thoughtful enough. So, may I ask what approach should be taken in this situation?"

Since he had already called him uncle-master, Fang Zhengxiang decided to be shameless and asked directly for advice.

He is incompetent, and he doesn't believe that Yun Heng is capable. He thinks that one can take shortcuts when it comes to seniority, since Ji Fengwen chose him. But Fang Zhengxiang doesn't believe that one can take shortcuts when it comes to level.

Yun Heng didn't say anything. He focused his attention and stared at a point in front of him for three seconds. A panel appeared in front of Yun Heng, and then Yun Heng chose the Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Medicine space and selected the designated simulation.

On the way here, Yun Heng heard Li Yongxue say that the patient had been ill for a year and had been to Tanghua and Xihua. At that time, Yun Heng judged that the disease was not simple. To be on the safe side, he completed ten consecutive brushes in the simulation space while in the car, and specially brushed out the designated simulation.