Chapter 135 He is a celebrity, why should he care about others
"Doctor Ye, you read and I will write." When the vice president heard Ye Siran's words, he immediately took out the small notebook he carried with him.
"Prescription: 13g each of Saposhnikovia divaricata, Bupleurum chinense, Earthworm, Ephedra sinica, 8g of Prunus mume, 6g of Schisandra chinensis, and 5g of Licorice root.
Decoction with water, one dose per day, take in the morning and evening, 200 ml each time, 15 days as a course of treatment, to soften the liver and lungs, dispel wind and eliminate phlegm.
It is a good medicine for relieving asthma. Bupleurum tastes bitter, spicy, and slightly cold in nature. It has the function of relieving depression and soothing the liver.
Black plum has the effect of nourishing the lungs and relieving cough. Ephedra and earthworm are a combination, one warming and one cold, one favorable and one reducing, they complement each other and are both important medicines for treating asthma. ”
"The miracle doctor is worthy of being a miracle doctor. These few simple and easy-to-find herbs together can be a good medicine for asthma." The vice president praised.
"You also study Chinese medicine? If it were someone else, they might not be able to see the efficacy and benefits of this prescription." Ye Siran said with a smile.
"My family has been practicing medicine for generations. I studied Western medicine when I was in school, but I have been exposed to Chinese medicine since I was a child."
"My master is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He has many prescriptions. I'll tell you a few more so you remember them." Ye Siran said generously.
It’s not that she likes to show off, but she saw that her elder brother hadn’t slept for several days and nights.
He felt sleepy after drinking the porridge, but he was afraid that his sister would be bored, so he forced himself to talk to her.
"Brother, you take a nap first. I'll read a few more prescriptions to the vice president." Ye Siran said in a low voice.
"Okay, Ranran, when you finish reading, call your brother to wake up, and don't go out." Ye Jingxiao reminded him worriedly.
"Don't worry, brother. I'm not familiar with this place and I won't go out alone." Ye Siran almost patted his chest to make the promise.
"Comrade Ye, don't worry, we can talk in the ward." The vice president looked at Ye Siran eagerly with a notebook in his hand.
Ye Jingxiao fell asleep peacefully. Ye Siran sat at the head of the bed reading the prescription. The vice president was writing excitedly. If there was something he didn't understand, he would ask in a low voice.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Shi opened the door and said loudly, "Sister Ye, my grandpa is here... um..."
Ye Siran immediately stood up, walked to Zhang Shi and covered his mouth, "Comrade Zhang, please keep your voice down, my brother is sleeping."
"Master Xiao Ye, would you like to go to my office to check Mr. Zhang's pulse?" the vice president asked flatteringly.
Mr. Zhang is a big shot here, and Doctor Ye is the master of traditional Chinese medicine whom he admires.
But in front of Master Zhang, he didn't dare to call his master a miracle doctor. It would be troublesome if Master Zhang didn't like it!
"No need, just take my pulse here. My brother will be worried if he doesn't see me when he wakes up." Ye Siran refused softly.
"You can do it here." Old Master Zhang said kindly. Although he didn't believe in the girl's medical skills, he admired her character.
He has been in a high position for a long time, and no matter who wants to please him, people who don't know him will be afraid of him.
The little girl in front of him saw the deputy director of the war zone hospital fawning on him, but she rejected the deputy director's suggestion for the sake of her brother.
Just based on this point, he was willing to take her pulse. The reason he came to the hospital was to meet his grandson's savior.
"Grandpa, please sit down." Zhang Shi moved a stool and placed it next to Ye Jingxiao's bed.
After seeing Mr. Zhang sitting down, Ye Siran walked up to him and said, "Mr. Zhang, please extend your left hand."
"Okay, don't be nervous, little girl. My illness is not serious." Seeing Ye Siran frowning, Mr. Zhang comforted her with a smile.
"Mr. Zhang, you are wrong. You often feel short of breath, as if an invisible hand is strangling your throat.
When it was the most uncomfortable, I couldn't even breathe, and there was obvious heart pain when I inhaled and exhaled.
Especially when you are happy or angry, it's like a fish in the deep sea trying desperately to swim up to breathe a breath of fresh air.
But you can't swim at all. This is because your airway inflammation causes airway narrowing and airflow restriction.
I happen to have some pills that can cure your symptoms. You can take one to relieve the symptoms. ”
Ye Siran spoke slowly, her fingers still on Zhang Lao's pulse on his wrist.
Old Zhang opened his eyes wide and looked at the young and beautiful Ye Siran, his mouth opened in surprise and he was speechless.
Ye Siran took the opportunity when Mr. Zhang opened his mouth wide to stuff a pill for asthma into his mouth.
The pill melted in his mouth and immediately relieved Mr. Zhang's symptoms. "This little girl is amazing. I, an old man, feel more relaxed than ever before."
"This pill is for your symptoms. It is the prescription I just gave to the vice president. It has the effect of softening the liver and lungs, dispersing wind and removing phlegm.
It is a good medicine for relieving asthma. I grind the herbs into powder and make them into pills for easy carrying. ”
"Mr. Zhang, your grandson Zhang Shi should have told you that Comrade Ye only has one breath left!
After Comrade Xiao Ye came, he gave him a few injections and asked him to take two pills, one for Bai Du Qing and the other for some other medicine. Now he is sleeping so soundly that even thunder cannot wake him up. ”
When Mr. Zhang heard what the vice president said, he said seriously, "Comrade Xiaoye gave your hospital the precious prescription, you have to pay her."
“This…this…”
Seeing that the vice president was stuttering and unable to speak, Mr. Zhang thought that the vice president did not want to give it, "If you don't want to give it, call the president of your hospital over."
"Mr. Zhang, you misunderstood. It's not that we don't want to give it, but Comrade Xiaoye... gave too many prescriptions!"
"She gave a lot because she is selfless. Wouldn't your hospital give her a lot of money?" asked Mr. Zhang angrily.
Ye Siran looked at the angry Mr. Zhang, then she turned and looked at her brother, not participating in their conversation.
She just gave the vice president a dozen prescriptions for difficult and complicated diseases, not because she is selfless.
It was because she knew that He Hongwen had also been reborn, and that He Hongwen also knew those prescriptions. She simply didn't want him to benefit from it.
But who would have thought that Mr. Zhang was so considerate that he actually wanted to give her money. If he didn’t want the money, he would be a fool!
He Hongwen, who was far away on the farm, did know a lot about the prophets since he had the dream in his previous life.
But his mind was not on his career at all. He felt that the prescriptions he knew for treating difficult and complicated diseases should only be used when there was an infectious disease.
His main task now is to find Ye Siran and make it clear to her that no matter in dreams or in reality, the person he loves is always Ye Siran.
In his dream, he felt sorry for Ye Ruyue, and due to the instigation of Ye Siran’s biological mother, he made the mistake.
In reality, he married Ye Ruyue because Ye Siran pushed him to Ye Ruyue, and he was so angry that he married Ye Ruyue out of spite.
Without Ye Siran's company, any achievements he made in the rest of his life would be in vain, so he didn't want to look for the medical master Bo Zibin.
It would be best if he could meet him, but if he couldn't meet him, He Hongwen felt that it wouldn't be much of a loss.
When he finds Ye Siran, he will carry forward the research results in his dream. He himself is a celebrity, so why should he care about others?
But the conditions here are harsh and cold, and he really wants to go home!
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