In the clinic, Ren Xuedong stood behind Qu Tongwen, feeling quite excited.
You know, that was Qu Tongwen.
Qu Tongwen is one of the most respected people in the medical community of Zhongzhou Province. Usually when he goes to Zhongzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine to give lectures, the large classrooms are often crowded. Even their department director Liang Wanming probably rarely has the opportunity to stand next to Qu Tongwen and watch him treat patients, right?
If I tell others about what happened today, probably no one will believe it, right?
Qu Tongwen?
If Director Liang knew this, he would probably envy me...
Ren Xuedong's mind was full of random thoughts.
Xu Bo, who was sitting next to Yun Heng, was actually in the same situation at the moment.
He looked at Yun Heng for a while, and then secretly glanced at Qu Tongwen opposite him.
The old man and the young man were both very serious when they were treating patients. Yun Heng was careful, serious and cautious, and Qu Tongwen was almost the same. Although Qu Tongwen was much faster than Yun Heng in treating patients, the two people's styles were somewhat similar.
The patients at the community hospital were really child's play for Qu Tongwen, but he was not careless at all when seeing patients. He asked each patient questions carefully, observed them carefully, combined the four examinations, and then prescribed medicine.
During the breaks in treatment, Yun Heng would occasionally visit Qu Tongwen.
Last time, Yun Heng had seen Ma Tiequan treating patients. This time, seeing Qu Tongwen again, Yun Heng gained something. He found that a person's treatment style should be formed over a long period of time. Qu Tongwen's style is his own style. So no matter what kind of patient he faces, Qu Tongwen will not look down on him. This is a very good habit.
While the patient's number was being called and the patient had not yet come in, Yun Heng took the opportunity to check Qu Tongwen's information.
Name: Qu Tongwen.
Gender: Male
Age: 68
Title: Senior (Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine)
Internal Medicine of Traditional Chinese Medicine: 11 (12%)
Acupuncture and massage: 9 (15%)
Bone reduction: 5 (45%)
Surgery: 2 (67%)
"Master of Chinese Medicine?"
Yun Heng was not surprised by Qu Tongwen's data in four aspects. Qu Tongwen was well-known in Zhongzhou Province and had a great reputation even in the whole country. It was within Yun Heng's expectations that such a big shot in the medical field had the highest level of 11.
Qu Tongwen is good at internal medicine. Yun Heng had previously guessed that Qu Tongwen's level of internal medicine was at least level ten or even level eleven. Now it seems to be true.
Moreover, Qu Tongwen's level in other aspects is not low either. Except for his surgical level, Qu Tongwen's level is not bad whether it is acupuncture and massage or bone setting and reduction. He even reached level 9 in acupuncture and massage, while Ma Tiequan's level in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Medicine, which he is best at, is only level 9.
Yun Heng would observe Qu Tongwen when he had free time, and Qu Tongwen would also pay attention to Yun Heng when he had free time.
Qu Tongwen was sitting in Ren Xuedong's seat. There were originally fewer patients on Ren Xuedong's side. When Qu Tongwen replaced Ren Xuedong, there were only three patients left on Ren Xuedong's side. Fortunately, when Qi Yaping walked out of the clinic just now, she took the time to arrange for another nurse to come over and sit next to the queuing machine. If there are more patients coming to register, the nurse will explain and ask them to register with Qu Tongwen.
But even so, the number of patients coming to Qu Tongwen was intermittent. After all, it was already past nine o'clock when Qu Tongwen came. After the queuing machine was installed, after ten o'clock, the number of new patients coming to the community hospital became fewer and fewer. After half past ten, almost no one came to queue up for registration, for fear that they would not be able to get a seat by the time get off work ended.
Qu Tongwen was not in a hurry. If there were patients, he would see them. If there were no patients, he would watch Yun Heng treat people.
It had been many years since Qu Tongwen had met a young man like Yun Heng whom he admired so much. Seeing Yun Heng treating patients, Qu Tongwen felt much better, and all the unpleasantness he had felt at Beiyang District Hospital was swept away.
"Mr. Qu, have some tea."
Ren Xuedong went to the infusion room opposite and made a cup of tea for Qu Tongwen and placed it next to Qu Tongwen.
"Um."
Qu Tongwen nodded and continued to watch Yun Heng treat the patient.
It was already half past ten. Qu Tongwen had seen about fifteen or sixteen patients. There were not many people around now, so he focused on looking at Yun Heng.
Yun Heng's current patient is an old man in his early seventies, accompanied by his son.
"What's going on, old man?"
Yun Heng observed the old man's complexion and spirit while asking questions.
The old man didn't look very well and seemed a little drowsy after sitting down.
"My dad caught a cold a few days ago. Doctor Zhou examined him and prescribed some medicine. It's been almost a week now. Now he has a low-grade fever every night, but it returns to normal the next day. He also has a poor appetite and stays in bed every day."
The old man's son explained the situation to Yun Heng.
"Come, put your arm up, let me feel your pulse first."
Yun Heng gestured to the old man to put his arm on the pulse pillow and took his pulse.
Placing his fingers on the old man's Cun, Guan and Chi, Yun Heng could clearly feel a slight chill transmitted from his fingertips. His pulse was deep, thin and weak, requiring force to distinguish clearly, which was completely different from the floating and large pulse of most patients after a cold.
"Poor appetite, how about urination and defecation?"
"My bowel movements are okay. I eat less, so I poop less often, once every two or three days..."
Yun Heng pondered for a moment.
What most people generally call a cold now is also called a cold. Modern medicine believes that the common cold is a common acute upper respiratory tract viral infectious disease, which is mostly caused by rhinovirus, parainfluenza virus, respiratory syncytial virus, echovirus, coxsackievirus, coronavirus, adenovirus, etc.
However, in traditional Chinese medicine, colds are divided into several categories: wind-cold, wind-heat, summer-heat and dampness, as well as external infection in weak people. External infection in weak people is further divided into qi deficiency, yang deficiency, yin deficiency, blood deficiency, etc.
Yun Heng believes that the old man's condition should belong to the latter. Judging from the symptoms and pulse, the old man seems to be deficient in qi, blood, yin and yang. How should he judge it?
While thinking, Yun Heng wanted to get as much information as possible, and asked again: "How does the old man sleep?"
"He lies in bed every day during the day and looks like he is asleep, but when you get closer you can find that he is not asleep, he is just dozing off, with his eyes half open and half closed..." said the patient's son.
Yun Heng suddenly shuddered: "Do you want to sleep?"
When Yun Heng was treating patients, he had some thoughts in his mind, and most of the time he would mutter them quietly.
Just now, when Yun Heng was feeling the patient's pulse, thinking and asking questions, Qu Tongwen had been watching. He admired Yun Heng's serious attitude. When Yun Heng was observing and asking questions about the patient, Qu Tongwen was also thinking and had already made a judgment. When Yun Heng continued to ask questions, he suddenly whispered to himself, "But he wants to sleep." Qu Tongwen's eyes lit up and his face was full of approval.
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