"Old man, what's wrong with you?"
Tian Zengming did not continue the previous topic with the old man.
Tian Zengming is a doctor who has been in the profession for a short time. Doctors who have been in the profession for a long time basically will not argue with patients on unimportant issues.
Although the old man’s words just now may sound uncomfortable, if you really want to reason with him, you might end up arguing with him if he is unreasonable.
In the hospital, in the clinic, when doctors and patients quarrel, the word will generally spread in favor of the patients, which is not good.
"I can't eat. I have no appetite."
The old man smiled and said, "I know my condition well. It's been a little serious lately, and I'm a little weak. Can you give me some tonic prescriptions?"
"Put your arm up here, I'll take your pulse!"
Tian Zengming said politely to the old man.
The old man put his arm on it, and Tian Zengming gently placed three fingers on the old man's Cun, Guan, and Chi, concentrating his mind and carefully feeling the old man's pulse.
Every doctor has his or her own diagnostic style. Yun Heng usually observes first, then asks questions while taking the pulse. Xu Bo asks questions first and then takes the pulse, and remains silent while taking the pulse. Tian Zengming obviously takes the pulse first, and also remains silent to avoid disturbing the patient.
For new doctors, whose skills are not very good, the quieter they are when taking a pulse, the better. They also need to keep a calm mind and steady breathing to avoid mistakes.
As far as Traditional Chinese Medicine is concerned, taking the pulse is something that requires talent. Just as Jin Shijie's grandfather Jin Anyun told Jin Shijie what Mr. Wang said, if a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor cannot learn to take the pulse in three months, he may not be able to learn it in his entire life.
This sentence can be understood at two levels. First, learning to take a pulse is not difficult and you may be able to learn it in three months. Second, learning to take a pulse is very difficult and you may never learn it in your lifetime.
Just because of this aspect, so many people have been eliminated.
Tian Zengming was taking the old man's pulse, and Yun Heng was standing by and watching, not disturbing Tian Zengming, but observing the old man's complexion.
When the old man walked in just now, Yun Heng felt that his face was gloomy, especially his forehead. If you look closely, you can even see a layer of black gauze covering it, making it barely visible.
Tian Zengming felt the pulse for five minutes, then adjusted himself and continued feeling for three minutes, then changed arms and felt for the same five or six minutes.
Then Tian Zengming looked at Yun Heng beside him.
"Uncle, have you been checked in the hospital before?"
Yun Heng asked Tian Zengming.
"I've checked it out, and it's esophageal cancer!"
The old man said with a smile.
"I......"
Tian Zengming opened his mouth and cursed in his heart: MMP!
Esophageal cancer?
Who are you trying to make things difficult for?
On my first day of seeing patients, the first patient I saw was a patient with esophageal cancer.
Damn it, for this kind of disease, not to mention that Tian Zengming is just a novice, in the entire community hospital, I guess only Yun Heng dares to touch it. Who else would dare?
Theoretically, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, there is no incurable disease. In other words, there is no disease in this world that cannot be cured. As long as it is a disease, there must be a corresponding treatment method.
Therefore, some capable and famous Chinese medicine experts will not feel guilty even when they encounter cancer patients. Qu Tongwen, Ji Fengwen, Yue Anyun and others all have precedents of curing cancer.
It's a cure, not a relief.
Even Ma Tiequan has cured cancer patients.
But what is the level of Ji Fengwen, Qu Tongwen and others, and what is the level of Tian Zengming?
As far as modern Chinese medicine is concerned, whether it can cure cancer or whether it has any solution for cancer patients is a watershed in measuring the level of Chinese medicine.
A patient with esophageal cancer came right after the store opened. You can imagine how Tian Zengming felt.
It’s like a candidate who already has little confidence takes the junior high school entrance exam. He is already nervous, and the exam questions are the same as the college entrance examination questions. What the hell is going on?
Just now, Tian Zengming just felt the old man's pulse and it was very chaotic. He couldn't figure out what was going on. He was confused and even began to doubt his life.
Tian Zengming had seen Xu Bo see patients before. When Xu Bo first came, he followed Yun Heng, and then he started seeing patients on his own. Xu Bo was very professional, but when it came to him, he was at a loss with his first patient.
Isn't this a blow to people?
Originally, Tian Zengming felt that he should have shown some sympathy to the old man who was suffering from esophageal cancer, but now he couldn't feel any sympathy at all.
Don't you have any idea what's wrong with you? It's such a big hospital with so many doctors. Is it so difficult to just spend a few dollars to make an appointment? Why do you have to bully a newbie like me?
Fortunately, the boss has my back!
Tian Zengming sighed in his heart and stood up tactfully to make way for Yun Heng.
Yun Heng sat down behind the examination table and motioned the old man to put his hand up again.
"Am I wasting my talent?"
The old man actually asked Tian Zengming with a smile.
"You're buckling!"
Tian Zengming replied in his heart but didn't dare say it out loud. There was no need to cause trouble.
"Just kidding!"
The old man smiled and said, "I know what's wrong with me. It's a serious illness that won't get better. I'll just have to endure it one day at a time. If I really couldn't bear it any more, I wouldn't even want to come to the hospital."
"Put your arms up!"
Yun Heng said to the old man with a smile.
The old man put his arm up again. Yun Heng reached out to feel his pulse and asked, "Besides the loss of appetite, what other symptoms do you have?"
"I have no appetite, no energy, no spirit, and this area has been a bit painful these past few days!"
The old man pointed at his abdomen.
The old man looked very thin and his complexion was gloomy, but he seemed very optimistic. He knew that he had esophageal cancer, but he was still smiling and joking with Tian Zengming. From this point of view, the old man was in a good mood.
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