"Please ask patient A05 to go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic."
At 8:30 in the morning, Xu Bo parked his car near the entrance of the community hospital. When he walked into the community hospital, he heard the mechanical calling voice from inside.
After entering the West Asia Community Hospital, the payment office is on the right, diagonally opposite to the left is Clinic No. 1, and next to it is Clinic No. 2. Opposite the two clinics are several rows of brand new chairs, and many patients are sitting on the chairs waiting.
On one side of the waiting area is the pharmacy, on the other side is the Chinese medicine clinic, and opposite the Chinese medicine clinic is the infusion room.
Walking along the corridor, you will reach the vaccination room. Walking all the way, you will see the treatment room and laboratory on the right.
After Xu Bo entered the hospital, he did not rush to the Chinese medicine clinic, but instead strolled around the community hospital.
The community hospital is not too big, it is a very ordinary and common community hospital.
After returning from the vaccination room, Xu Bo arrived at the door of the Chinese medicine clinic.
The door of the clinic was open, Yun Heng was treating a patient, and there was another doctor opposite Yun Heng, who was also treating a patient.
Ren Xuedong was sitting near the door. When he noticed someone, he just looked up and didn't think much about it. He continued to examine the patient.
Although the community hospital has started to implement the calling system, there are still patients who occasionally come in to take a look, and Ren Xuedong doesn't think much about it.
Xu Bo walked in and stood at the door, watching, thinking that Yun Heng was a pretty decent boy.
Yun Heng's patient was a middle-aged man in his forties, accompanied by his wife. The patient was sitting on a chair, looking a little irritable and uneasy. Yun Heng observed him while listening to his wife's description of the situation.
"Doctor Yun, my son Zhao has been sick for almost five or six days. He has severe diarrhea every day. He has taken a lot of anti-diarrhea medicine but it has no effect. He is completely exhausted..."
"Come, let me feel your pulse."
Yun Heng spoke politely to the patient with a smile on his face.
The man stretched out his arm and placed his hand on the pulse pillow. Yun Heng reached out and felt his pulse.
Just now, the patient's wife said that her husband had diarrhea for five or six days in a row and was exhausted. Yun Heng had no doubt that he had diarrhea, but he didn't see that he was exhausted.
The patient looked a little irritable, and seemed a little impatient during the examination. He looked up from time to time, and Yun Heng had no patience when questioning the patient. This behavior did not seem like a sign of exhaustion.
If you have diarrhea and are exhausted, you should feel weak and not irritable.
"You had a cold before, and then diarrhea?"
Yun Heng asked while feeling the pulse.
"Well, he probably caught a cold and had diarrhea." It was still the patient's wife who answered.
"Five or six days of typhoid fever... the pulse is deep and rapid..."
Yun Heng muttered softly.
After taking the patient's pulse, Yun Heng reached out and squeezed some alcohol gel on the side, smeared it on his hands, then lifted the patient's clothes, pressed the patient's abdomen a few times, and made a judgment in his mind.
"There's fecal matter in this area... I'll prescribe a prescription. Go home and take one dose. Come back for a follow-up consultation tomorrow."
As he spoke, Yun Heng typed the prescription on the computer, printed it out, signed it, and handed it to the patient, who then reached out to take it.
"Doctor Yun, thank you..."
The patient's wife looked at the prescription and subconsciously thanked him while preparing to help her husband up. However, she realized something was wrong halfway through her words.
"Doctor Yun, are you mistaken? My husband has diarrhea. How come this medicine is a laxative?"
When Yun Heng was examining the patient just now, Xu Bo was watching and listening on the side. When he heard what the patient's wife said, Xu Bo subconsciously came forward to take a look at the prescription.
The prescription is very simple, with only three herbs: rhubarb, magnolia bark, and tangerine peel, and the dosage of rhubarb is not small.
"Yun Heng, take another look at this recipe."
Xu Bo hurriedly took the prescription from the patient's wife and handed it to Yun Heng.
This unlucky kid really dares to prescribe any prescription. The patient has had diarrhea for several days, but Yun Heng directly prescribes a laxative prescription. Does he think the diarrhea is not serious enough?
"Yes, Doctor Yun, you got the prescription right, right? I don't know about other medicines, but I know about rhubarb. It's a laxative."
The patient's wife nodded. She really didn't know what the effects of Magnolia officinalis and Citrus aurantium were, but most people knew what rhubarb was used for. It was a laxative.
Yun Heng looked at Xu Bo with some surprise. He didn't expect that Xu Bo would come.
But Yun Heng didn't have time to deal with Xu Bo at the moment. He smiled and said to the patient's wife, "Sister, my prescription is correct. There is no problem."
"Is it right?"
The patient's wife was stunned and said hurriedly, "No, Doctor Yun, your rhubarb is a laxative, right? Our old Zhao has diarrhea. Is it still worth using a laxative at this time?"
Xu Bo opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Yun Heng glared at him and he didn't interrupt.
At this time, Ren Xuedong had also finished seeing his patients and was looking towards Yun Heng curiously. The patients that Ren Xuedong had seen were not in a hurry to leave and were also a little curious.
They were all in the same clinic, so the patient and Ren Xuedong naturally didn't know exactly what happened, but they heard the general situation.
The patient had diarrhea, but Yun Heng gave him laxatives. This is really puzzling.
Shouldn’t antidiarrheal drugs be prescribed for diarrhea?
"Sister, you only know one side of the story."
Yun Heng wasn't angry, nor did he mind being questioned. He smiled and explained, "My method is called 'counter-treatment' in Traditional Chinese Medicine."
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