Chapter 120: Assessment Begins Insomnia
Dr. Zhou, the old doctor, stood up to make room for the other person. "Try it. This pulse is truly rare."
Lu Chongfeng said nothing, simply feeling the pulse carefully. To his surprise, Mrs. Shen's pulse was indeed steady and strong, with no sign of congestion. Old Zhou's diagnosis was correct.
He simply closed his eyes, trying to calm down and look for clues hidden in his body based on the congestion that may be caused by brain trauma.
He already knew that Grandma Shen Jiang had been injured. Knowing the answer in advance and working backwards should have been simple. But Lu Chongfeng spent a full ten minutes, and in the end, he didn't even crack a smile.
Seeing that he had remained silent, Mr. Zhou finally couldn't help but ask, "Old Lu, what do you mean? Is there something wrong?"
Lu Chongfeng shook his head, motioning for everyone to try first. The other three veteran Chinese doctors then took Shen Anlian's pulse and came to a unanimous conclusion: the old lady's only problem was that she was too healthy, too healthy to be expected of someone her age.
Lu Chongfeng finally spoke at this time: "No, I remember Shen Jiang mentioned to me that the old lady was admitted to the ICU due to brain trauma and was in a critical condition and coma for some days. Think about it again."
Shen Anlian raised her eyebrows slightly. No wonder this man took the longest time to diagnose her pulse. She thought he didn't find anything, but it turned out that he knew the problem in advance and was looking for the answer.
Elder Zhou jumped up first: "How is this possible? Judging from her steady and strong pulse, she must be in the ICU for ten years!"
Lu Chongfeng shook his head: "No, it's just what happened in the past few months, don't you all know about it?"
Everyone was startled, remembering that they'd previously discussed the medical dispute at Mingxin Hall. Yes, the old lady had been injured in the head by a patient's family member; no wonder she had such a neat, short haircut.
"Recovering to this state, is there really a miracle in the world?" Old Zhou murmured to himself.
Seeing these elders looking devastated, Shen Jiang didn't intend to hide it and spoke at the right moment, "I tried many methods back then and finally managed to gather the herbs for grandma's Tongqiao Huoxue Decoction. Thanks to grandma's good foundation, she slowly nurtured her body and was able to recover to her current state."
Lu Chongfeng suddenly understood: "No wonder you can find musk?"
Shen Jiang nodded. She knew she couldn't hide this from the people before her, so she simply told them the truth. Although she had previously suggested that nine-segmented insects could be used as a substitute for musk, a substitute was always just a substitute; how could it possibly match the efficacy of the original formula? Besides, nine-segmented insects were easy to find, but prescribing the same formula for a similar patient wasn't guaranteed to cure them.
"So, do you have any extra musk?"
"There is still a small part, but not much." Shen Jiang turned and went to his room, pretending to get medicine, but actually took out a few small pieces of condensed musk from his storage space.
Seeing this extremely expensive medicinal material that is more precious than gold, everyone's breathing suddenly became heavy.
"Old Lu, this time you are really here to broaden our horizons." Old Zhao swallowed his saliva, and his eyes glowed as he looked at the medicinal herbs.
Shen Anlian smiled and said, "Do we still remember the interview?"
After her reminder, everyone naturally remembered it.
"Is the patient you mentioned here?" Elder Zhou looked towards the door. "No."
Shen Jiang admired the old man's insensitivity. He had just taken his grandmother's pulse and the incident had not yet passed, but he had completely forgotten about it.
Shen Anlian didn't care and instead reminded: "Although my pulse is stable, there are still clues to follow if you want to find any clues."
Elder Lu's eyelids twitched, a mixture of disbelief and relief. Elder Zhou's face was filled with suspicion, as if to ask, "How could this be possible?" With her perfectly steady pulse, finding fault with it would be like nitpicking.
"Some of you have fallen into the trap of preconceived ideas, while others are too obsessed with one answer and are creating their own problems in order to solve them." Shen Anlian did not name anyone, but everyone could identify with them.
Elder Zhou felt a little awkward. Why did this old lady act like she was trying to instruct them? He was a visiting professor at Nanze University, after all, and being lectured by such an unknown doctor was a little hard for him to accept.
"You didn't even ask me if I had any injuries or medical history. It seems you are very confident in your medical skills."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
Shen Jiang saw the reactions of these old seniors and she knew that with her grandmother's personality, this test would not be so simple.
"When you took my pulse just now, didn't you notice that although my pulse was steady, it felt a little rough when I turned back to my fingers? This indicates that I had congestion not long ago."
Neither asking nor being able to diagnose, Shen Anlian was slightly disappointed with the provincial experts in front of her, who were about her own age. With such great reputations, it was inevitable that these people would forget their original intentions in their medical practice.
Mr. Zhou never expected that she would actually become his teacher. He was an old man who refused to admit defeat, so he immediately said, "Let me try again."
While Mr. Zhou was examining Shen Anlian's right hand, Mr. Lu was also not idle and directly examined her left hand.
After a few minutes, both of them were silent and looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.
This old lady turned out to be a real talent. With her level, she was far superior to them! It was they who underestimated her at the beginning.
If Mr. Lu's friend Mr. Jin were here, he would definitely snort coldly: "Don't you see that Shen Jiang has only two masters: one is the master Master Mei, and the other is her grandmother. You people who look down on old ladies are really self-righteous."
At this time, the late patient finally arrived.
The man who came to see the doctor was a young man. He was introduced by a previous old patient. After entering Mingxin Hall, he found that there were six old grandfathers and grandmothers here. For a moment, he couldn't tell who he should see.
"I'm looking for Dr. Shen. Which one of you is Dr. Shen?"
"It's me. Come in." Shen Anlian gestured to the young man to sit on the patient's stool, turned her head and looked at the other old doctors, her eyes seemed to say: Who of you will come first?
Originally, given Mr. Zhou's personality, he would naturally take the brunt of the responsibility, but he had just embarrassed himself in front of the old lady, and now he was really hesitant. For some reason, looking at the old lady now, he suddenly felt a little nervous, this kind of nervousness was like facing a sudden exam in his school days, long-lost and unfamiliar.
"Just write down the prescriptions you've prescribed," Shen Anlian said.
This recipe was the answer to their on-the-spot test.
The young man who came in to see the doctor was called Lin Guodong. He came here to treat the insomnia that had tormented him for a long time.
"I have suffered from insomnia for several years. I have tried both Chinese and Western medicine, but nothing works. I can only stare until dawn." Lin Guodong could not hide his fatigue as he spoke, and there was a deep dark color under his eyes.
Who would have thought that after the old lady in front of him finished checking his pulse, it was actually one old gentleman after another who took turns checking his pulse. Everyone's eyes were more serious than the other. Lin Guodong couldn't help swallowing and almost cried: "Doctor Shen, tell me the truth, is my illness incurable? It's okay, I can bear it."
Shen Jiang was almost distracted by his tragic appearance. She quickly comforted him, "You misunderstood. Our clinic is holding an exchange meeting today and has specially invited experts from the province to come and discuss. You are very lucky to be able to see so many great doctors at the same time with just one appointment."
After hearing what she said, Lin Guodong's expression finally relaxed. He nodded doubtfully, "Then you should quickly discuss how to cure my insomnia. I can't sleep all night long. I'm really exhausted."
Shen Anlian has determined the crux of the patient's problem. The pulse at the Guan position of his left hand is particularly deep. This is because the liver qi is trapped inside and cannot grow. This is generally caused by depression and anger. Treatment requires soothing the liver and reaching the wood.
She picked up a prescription and looked at it. The provincial experts were reliable after all, and at least they didn't prescribe random medicines. There were many different types of insomnia, some due to insufficient heart blood, others to liver qi stagnation or lung qi deficiency. If any of these experts had misdiagnosed her, she wouldn't have agreed to let them stay.
The prescriptions prescribed by these people were all correct, but she said that the prescriptions prescribed by Dr. Zhao and Dr. Yang were the best. Their prescriptions were concise yet ingenious, and they were in line with her ideas.
She looked at her granddaughter Xiaogu and said, "These doctors are all very good. Please use this prescription to prescribe medicine for this young man."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Then, several old doctors calmly tried to see whose prescription Shen Jiang was holding. Shen Jiang thought to herself that she was worthy of being her grandmother. These highly respected old men turned into elementary school students curious about their grades in front of her.
Shen Jiang didn't keep anyone in suspense, but spoke loudly and sympathetically, "Grandma, it's 4 qian of Bupleurum, 2 qian of White Peony Root, 2.5 qian of Cortex Moutan, 2.5 qian of Gardenia Fruit, 5 qian of Licorice, and 4 fen of Cinnamon Twig, right?"
Shen Anlian glanced at her and said with a smile, "That's right, hurry up and take the patient to get medicine."
"Great, great! Who prescribed this prescription? Why didn't I think of using it?" Old Yang pondered the prescription for a moment and immediately clapped his hands in admiration.
Mr. Zhou raised his chin proudly, clearly very satisfied with his performance this round. Who would have thought that Old Zhao on the other end would say, "Haha, Brother Yang, you're too kind."
"No, Lao Zhao, don't be so self-deprecating. This prescription you prescribed is truly brilliant, especially the cinnamon twig, which warms the liver and lifts up sunken areas. It's used so skillfully that most people wouldn't even think of it."
Mr. Yang's face turned red from holding it in, and after a while he said awkwardly, "Actually, I do it this way, too."
However, no one paid attention to him, as everyone went to the pharmacy to look at the medicinal herbs.
Unfortunately, patients have to take the medicine home, because Shen Anlian said that taking this medicine will definitely help them fall asleep, so Lin Guodong is advised to take it before going to bed, so no one can see the effect of the medicine for the time being.
A few people still had some doubts in their hearts. After all, although the prescription was wonderful, the patient was a long-term insomniac. Could one prescription have such a great effect?
Shen Jiang quietly created a group for everyone and said, "I've left the patient's contact information. I'll notify everyone as soon as I've visited the patient."
Hearing her say this, several old gentlemen nodded with satisfaction.
Time passed quickly. After all this trouble, it gradually got dark. Shen Jiang glanced at his phone and said, "Teachers, the restaurant next door has prepared dinner. Let's go over there and eat."
Mr. Zhou thought about it and realized that when he came here just now, he didn’t seem to see any restaurant next door.
By the time everyone reached the door of the clinic, the door of the restaurant next door had already opened.
A signboard with the words "Mingxin Canteen" was prominently hung on it.
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