"Thank you, Master. But you are getting old, so please leave the free clinic to me." Ruxin smiled slightly.
"Good, good, haha, to have such medical skills at such a young age, not bad, not bad." The old monk nodded.
"I also have a prescription here. I wonder what the master thinks?" Ye Xingchen took the paper and pen, wrote down a prescription, and placed it in front of the old monk.
The old man picked up the prescription, squinted his eyes, looked at it carefully, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He looked at Ye Xingchen in astonishment: "This prescription, the combination of principal, assistant, adjuvant, and guide herbs, is exquisite, truly exquisite. Young man, you are remarkable. I'm afraid only an old Chinese medicine doctor with decades of experience could write such a prescription. Amazing, truly amazing."
Ru Xin glanced at the prescription in Ye Xingchen's hand, and after a moment's thought, she understood the brilliance of Ye Xingchen's prescription. She couldn't help but look at Ye Xingchen with new respect: "Impressive, I admit that I am not as good as this prescription."
"Don't give up so quickly. My specialty is traditional Chinese medicine, so it's not surprising that I prescribed such a formula," Ye Xingchen said with a smile. "Would you like to have a competition?"
“Yes, let’s do a free clinic together.” Ruxin nodded slowly.
"Everyone, these two are far more skilled than I am. Please let them see me. I am old and my body can no longer take the time to provide free medical services. I apologize." The old monk clasped his hands together in front of everyone, then stood up shakily and turned to leave.
Although the two people in front of them were young, the people in line didn't say anything, after all, it was a free clinic and the medicine was given away for free.
Moreover, Jingye Temple wouldn't risk its reputation so easily. The old monk said that the two young men's medical skills were quite good, so they were probably quite good. Therefore, everyone was willing to wait here.
The two began their free clinic when a patient approached them. The patient's eyes were bloodshot, his eye bags were heavy, and he was panting heavily as he walked, coughing occasionally with blood in his phlegm.
"You go first?" Ruxin looked at Ye Xingchen.
The two claimed it was a free clinic, but in reality, they were secretly competing to see who could best use their medical skills.
"You go first," Ye Xingchen shook his head and said, "I'm afraid if I make a move, you won't have a chance to make one."
Ru Xin remained silent, feeling that Ye Xingchen was faking it. He reached out and placed his hand on the patient's pulse, carefully taking a few moments, and then asked a few more questions.
Ruxin had studied medicine with a monk at the temple. She was quite talented and would occasionally go out to provide free medical services. She considered herself to be a fairly good doctor.
After asking the patient a few questions and examining the patient's tongue, he understood what was going on and picked up his pen to write a prescription.
"Your complexion is dark and dull, your eyes are dim, and your expression is listless. You must have symptoms such as poor appetite, abdominal discomfort, and dark gray stools, right?" Ye Xingchen said. "Your pulse is hesitant and sluggish. If I'm not mistaken, you are engaged in heavy physical labor, aren't you?"
Ru Xin stopped writing the prescription abruptly, his gaze froze, and he looked at Ye Xingchen with some disbelief.
He has already diagnosed the problem by taking the patient's pulse. This patient is exactly the case Ye Xingchen described, and he has already found the source of the illness.
However, it took him a full three minutes to determine the other person's condition. Ye Xingchen, on the other hand, understood the patient's physical problems with just a glance. Is this the method of diagnosis by observation?
"Yes, I work on a construction site tying steel bars. I started feeling unwell a few days ago. Because I'm so busy with work, missing a day means losing a lot of money, so I kept putting it off. But now I couldn't put it off any longer. It's close by, so I came to check on things." The middle-aged man nodded quickly.
"Your internal organ congestion is caused by overwork. The medicine will be effective after half a month," Ye Xingchen said.
"Half a month? That won't do. I still have to work, and I have several children to raise." The middle-aged man was getting anxious. He couldn't afford to delay for so long; he was still very busy.
“My friend, earning money to support your family is important, but your health is even more important,” Ruxin said. “Your health is suffering from blood stasis due to overwork. If this continues, not only will your health collapse, but it could even be life-threatening. Then how will you earn money to support your family?”
“But, but…” The middle-aged man was a little flustered, but finally he nodded helplessly: “Okay, alright, half a month it is.”
“Then remember, you cannot do any physical labor for half a month, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain.” Ruxin wrote down the prescription.
"Okay, I've got it." The middle-aged man hesitated before accepting the prescription and went to get the medicine.
"Actually, half a month is just one of the treatment methods. I have another method that can produce immediate results," Ye Xingchen said.
"Really?" The middle-aged man turned around in surprise and joy. If he could really recover immediately, that would be the best thing. He really couldn't last half a month. His whole family was waiting for him to take care of them.
"Come here." Ye Xingchen beckoned.
The middle-aged man quickly came over, and Ye Xingchen reached out and gently pressed and pushed the Zhangmen acupoints on both sides of his body, then slowly rubbed them a few times.
The patient suddenly let out a muffled groan, and then he suddenly started coughing violently. He ran to the side, coughing so hard that it felt like his lungs were about to come out.
But then he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of stagnant blood.
"Ah..." The onlookers were shocked and surrounded the middle-aged man, fearing that he would collapse.
"Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much. I feel much better." To everyone's surprise, the patient straightened up and looked at Ye Xingchen gratefully. His previously pale face had improved considerably.
Moreover, his voice was full of energy, unlike before when he was weak and feeble, and even the wheezing in his lungs had disappeared.
"The medicine that the master just prescribed for you is Xuefu Zhuyu Decoction, which aims to slowly resolve the blood stasis in your internal organs. This method is relatively gentle and is the best for your body," Ye Xingchen said. "I pressed your Zhangmen acupoint to expel the blood stasis in your body more quickly. This method is relatively strong, but you are in good physical condition. After resting for three days at home, you will be able to work normally again."
"Okay, this method is good. I'm fine, my body can handle it. Thank you, doctor, thank you so much." The middle-aged man was overjoyed and kept thanking Ye Xingchen.
After all, he has a family to support, and several people in his family are waiting for him to earn money to eat.
He couldn't afford to waste half a month. Although it wouldn't lead to starvation, it would still disrupt many of his plans.
"You're welcome. You need to understand that health is the foundation of everything. Don't push yourself so hard in the future, or you'll regret it if something serious happens," Ye Xingchen said. "Although you're in good physical condition, you still need to take it in moderation."
"I understand, thank you." The patient bowed repeatedly to Ye Xingchen, then left, expressing his deepest gratitude.
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