Chapter 126 The Medical Clinic Competition Begins
The new store across the street had just removed its fence last night and opened for business this morning. The speed was so astonishing that Shen Jiang couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Yesterday, it was dark and pitch black, so only Shen Jiang noticed the sign. But during the day, it was different. As if eager to announce something, four rows of celebratory flower baskets were placed in front of the store, making the entire entrance a dazzling spectacle.
Thinking of Su Qing behind Qingdetang and her fate being entangled with the protagonists, Shen Jiang frowned slightly, her early morning good mood vanishing. She wasn't worried about Su Qing stealing her business, after all, her shop had no shortage of doctors or herbs. But Su Qing had inexplicably opened a Chinese medicine clinic right in front of her, which was both unusual and disconcerting.
"Wow, which rich second generation has opened a store on our street?"
Lin Yunqing's voice sounded beside Shen Jiang, and his tone couldn't hide the gloating feeling of watching the fun.
Shen Jiang: "How did you figure that out?"
She was right. The owner of this store, Su Qing, was indeed a rich second-generation.
"Isn't that obvious? Most people who open shops on our street do so for the low rent. After all, our customer base has limited spending power, so they generally don't put a lot of emphasis on decorating. Doctor Shen, look at this shop again. It's obvious the owner hired a designer to design it. The cleaner and more elegant it is, the more expensive it is. I estimate this shop would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to decorate."
Shen Jiang: “…”
With Su Qing's financial resources, it may be far more than that. After all, the vehicle she travels in is a private jet.
"This shop opened right here, is this owner out of his mind..." Lin Yunqing's eyes widened as she turned to the sign that read "Integrated Chinese and Western Medicine Clinic." She turned to look at Shen Jiang, "Doctor Shen, I guarantee this shop owner will lose everything. He's incredibly brave to open a shop right across from you and steal your business."
Shen Jiang was amused by her and his brows relaxed immediately. "Stop joking and let's go to the market to buy some vegetables."
When the two came back from outside, Qingde Hall, which was surrounded by flowers, had already started its first wave of opening activities. The nearby residents received a beautifully printed event flyer, and Shen Jiang also had one handed to her by a young man in a white coat.
Under the words "the first in the province", "cyber pulse diagnosis" and "free trial" is a very intimidating silver-gray machine that looks very high-end and has a simple and clear introduction.
Lin Yunqing looked puzzled: "Can a machine diagnose a pulse?"
There are many people who have doubts like her, and many people simply ignore her. The young guy is worried that no one will give him a chance to convey his message.
Seeing his chance, the young man immediately put on his warmest, most reliable smile and replied with the words he had memorized by heart, "That's right! Our machine can diagnose the patient's pulse just like a Chinese medicine practitioner, based on the Cun, Guan, and Chi points. Why are some Chinese medicine practitioners inaccurate in pulse diagnosis? It's because they can't remember all the different pulse conditions! But the machine is different. No matter how much information you feed it, it will remember it. It's much better than ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners!"
Someone became interested and continued to ask, "Then your machine must be very expensive, right?"
"Of course. This is a machine developed with the participation of a leading Chinese medicine expert serving Zhongxhai..."
Lin Yunqing didn't listen any further, but turned to look at Shen Jiang, wanting to know what Dr. Shen thought.
What does Dr. Shen think?
Dr. Shen believes that anyone who cannot take a pulse cannot be called a Chinese medicine practitioner.
Shen Jiang learned the art of traditional Chinese medicine, having spent over a decade painstakingly cultivating his skills. He knew the ins and outs of the art. Pulses are ever-changing; subtle pulse patterns, felt by the fingertips, can only be understood intuitively. Doctors also need to think and reason, and prescribing prescriptions requires a balanced pulse.
Does this kind of machine pulse diagnosis, which requires pre-programmed instructions, collect sufficient data? For this reason alone, Shen Jiang disagrees with this superficial, superficial approach. Furthermore, machine pulse diagnosis is essentially no different from asking patients to follow a textbook diagnosis.
It's clear that the handsome young man's words were quite alluring. Many residents buying breakfast, upon hearing about the free gifts, flocked in groups of two or three toward the flower-filled area at the end of the street. Seeing the elegant and sophisticated decor of Qingde Hall, everyone immediately believed in the million-dollar pulse diagnosis machine the young man had mentioned.
Lin Yunqing curled his lips and said, "I don't usually see these people showing much interest in Chinese medicine. I think they're just going for the free gifts."
Shen Jiang: "Then do you want to get one too?"
Lin Yunqing said proudly, "I won't take advantage of such a small advantage. Time is precious. I still have to go home and study the plan for our herbal medicine restaurant."
Shen Jiang laughed. She turned her head to look at the crowded Qingde Hall and found that Su Qing was not there.
Miss Su was so generous that she opened a traditional Chinese and Western medicine clinic on this street to compete with her, but she herself did not show up, just to annoy and suppress Mingxintang?
Shen Jiang raised his eyebrows, a silent smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. No matter what kind of monster it is, he will kill them one by one. Since Su Qing has done this, don't blame her for being rude.
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Lin Guodong listened to the advice of the old doctors, drank some Chinese medicine and lay down on the bed as soon as he got home. Because he was very excited, he did not fall into a coma for a while.
Lin Guodong simply turned on his mobile phone, intending to listen to an ASMR sleep-inducing video to help him fall asleep.
At that moment, a notification popped up on WeChat about an "Insomnia Problem Discussion Group." Lin Guodong clicked on the notification bar, and the chat group dialog box popped up, revealing a lively conversation.
Everyone was discussing which melatonin was most effective. Lin Guodong clicked on the pictures and saw that there were several products he had tried.
Pillar of the Nation: "I've tried all of these, but they don't seem to work. Even if I fall asleep, I wake up the next day feeling like I haven't slept at all. I feel awful."
Lucky: "What should I do? @国之栋梁, do you have any good sleeping pills to recommend?"
The background music of ASMR has started, accompanied by rustling sounds, and Lin Guodong yawned.
Pillar of the Nation: "I went to see a Chinese doctor today, it was quite interesting. The doctor said that taking the medicine would definitely help me sleep, and told me to take it before bed. I just took the medicine, and if it works, I will definitely share it with everyone."
After typing this, Lin Guodong hadn't even seen what the people in the group replied to. With the hypnotic background music, Lin Guodong felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his consciousness slowly faded, and he fell into a deep sleep.
The heated chat in the group continues.
Miao Touyang: "I'm guessing your recipe must contain sour jujube seeds. The price of this stuff has been hyped up to ridiculous levels, and the effect is actually just so-so."
Lucky: "@国之栋梁, where are you? Don't tell me you're asleep."
Memory Tsundere: "If this is true, please tell me the contact information of that Chinese medicine practitioner! @国之栋梁"
…
Buli chirped: "Everyone up there, calm down. This national pillar might be deliberately trying to whet everyone's appetite for advertising."
Miao Tou Yang: "@国之栋梁Does it have jujube kernels?! [crazy.jpg]"
However, no matter how these people @国之宗梁, he never spoke, as if he was really asleep.
Lin Guodong was a little nervous due to his daily insomnia, so he turned on the Do Not Disturb mode. At this moment, he was fast asleep, completely unaware that the message he left in the group made everyone in the group wait for him to wake up.
He slept until noon the next day.
Lin Guodong opened his eyes and stretched comfortably, feeling a sense of peace he had never experienced before. Originally, his head had been swollen and tight from lack of sleep, and he felt languid and powerless, but now he felt like a fully charged cell phone, his brain working much faster.
Lin Guodong thought about it and couldn't remember when he fell asleep.
"Why is it still light out?" Lin Guodong realized something was wrong at this moment. How come he had just fallen asleep but it was still light out?
The time displayed on the mobile phone was 12:03 noon. Lin Guodong was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. No wonder he felt that he had slept enough. He actually slept for almost 19 hours.
Upon opening WeChat, the insomnia group was flooded with messages @ him. Even the group owner had sent a private message to Lam Kwok-tung, asking if he'd had any problems. Lam Kwok-tung remembered the message he'd casually sent to the group before bed the previous afternoon and quickly replied to the group members who'd waited all day and night for him.
"I'm fine, I just slept until now. [silly smile.jpg]"
Lin Guodong only hurriedly replied to the group leader and hurried out. He felt more comfortable than ever before. This feeling was truly wonderful. Thinking that he had only been prescribed one dose of medicine yesterday, Lin Guodong planned to go to Mingxin Hall after dinner to see the old doctor for another checkup.
He regretted only prescribing one dose of medicine yesterday, thinking it wouldn't be a waste of money if it didn't work. Now he felt that he hadn't prescribed enough. Why didn't he ask the doctor to prescribe more than a dozen doses?
"Doctor Shen! You're truly a miracle doctor! Yesterday, I heard you say that this medicine would make me sleep, and I didn't quite believe it at first. But guess what? It's amazing! I didn't even know when I fell asleep! One dose of medicine actually made me sleep my entire life!"
Shen Anlian smiled as she watched the young man in front of her excitedly describe his restful sleep, feeling quite relieved. Just now, in the group chat, Old Zhou had asked about the insomniac from yesterday and was urging Xiaogu to call the patient for a follow-up visit, when the patient actually showed up.
"You don't know, I haven't had a full night's sleep in three years. The feeling of having to stay awake every day until dawn is worse than death. I even think I'm going to die sooner or later." Lin Guodong looked at Shen Anlian with gratitude, but soon expressed his doubts, "Do I need to take any other medicine? I'm afraid I'll have insomnia again tonight."
"I'll prescribe some pills for you. Don't be afraid, your insomnia will disappear on its own." Shen Anlian comforted her.
Lin Guodong now looked at the old doctor as if he were looking at his own grandmother. Shen Anlian's kind and gentle voice seemed to soothe an anxious corner of his heart, and he immediately relaxed a lot.
"By the way, did you prescribe sour jujube seeds for me?"
Shen Anlian was stunned for a moment, then laughed and asked, "Why would you ask that?"
Lin Guodong scratched the back of his neck. "I have an insomnia discussion group. Someone heard I was taking Chinese medicine and asked me if it was jujube seeds. He said he had taken it and it didn't help at all."
Shen Anlian shook her head and patiently explained to him, "It's true that sour jujube seeds can calm the mind, but that doesn't necessarily cure insomnia. Your insomnia is caused by liver depression, so no matter how much sour jujube seeds you take, it won't cure the problem. But if insomnia is caused by insufficient heart yin, sour jujube seeds are irreplaceable."
Lin Guodong listened attentively. The kind-looking old lady explained to him very carefully, and he understood.
"So the reason why the sour jujube kernels didn't work for that person was because he took the wrong medicine, the wrong one for the right condition."
Shen Jiang: "We need to analyze each case individually. We need to see the patient's condition before we can make a conclusion on the specific cause."
Shen Anlian looked at her granddaughter more and felt that Xiaogu seemed to have changed a lot in the past two months. She became more thoughtful in what she said and did.
Shen Anlian prescribed Xiaoyao Pills with some ginseng for Lin Guodong. When Lin Guodong heard that he only needed to take the pills and not drink the bitter medicine, his face immediately broke into a smile.
While waiting for the medicine, Lin Guodong went next door to get a bowl of free mung bean soup to cool off. He then saw that there was a Chinese medicine clinic opposite Mingxin Hall, and there were quite a few people inside. Looking at Mingxin Hall, he found that there were only one or two other patients besides him.
Lin Guodong could no longer sit still and picked up his phone to start fighting.
The Pillar of the Nation: "Oh my god, I really met a miracle doctor!"
When he came online again, the group suddenly exploded. People who had been lurking around started to speak up, all wanting to know where he had consulted a Chinese medicine practitioner.
Ning Jing Zhiyuan: "Where is the doctor? Please recommend."
Some people were interested in the miracle doctor, while others naturally thought Lam was just advertising. Lam, however, felt a clear conscience and spoke with confidence, standing tall when confronting others. Tired of typing, Lam drank some mung bean soup, which he found quite tasty. Perhaps it was because he slept well that everything tasted delicious, so he didn't pay much attention.
Pillars of the Nation: "Do you know how good it feels to wake up refreshed? Do you know what it's like to have a dreamless night's sleep?"
This was not enough, Lin Guodong specially found an emoji of a kitten sleeping soundly with its four legs facing up and posted it.
It would have been fine if he hadn't posted it, but once he did, he immediately attracted a lot of envy and jealousy.
Many people in the group condemned him for spreading hatred.
Lucky: "@国之栋梁, hand over your address and I'll spare your life. [Humble beg.jpg]"
Lin Guodong was amused by her and did not refuse. He directly sent a location and took a photo and sent it to the group.
Pillar of the Nation: "Good luck to you."
Lin Guodong had no idea that he had been joking around with others in the group for more than an hour. At this time, his medicine was ready, so Lin Guodong took the medicine and prepared to go home.
As he was leaving, he saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman and a plainly dressed old lady walking towards him from the clinic opposite, carrying a child with a yellow complexion. Lin Guodong passed them by. Because the child's face looked so obviously sick, Lin Guodong couldn't help but look back twice.
Li Wenxin hadn't even noticed Mingxin Hall at first. She glanced at the Qingde Hall sign and was drawn to the striking flower baskets. With that preconceived notion in mind, and seeing the large crowds, even with lines stretching outside, she subconsciously assumed this was the Chinese medicine clinic Dr. Zheng Xuezhen had recommended.
After all, when she went to see Mr. Zheng, the clinic was packed with people. This showed that the doctors in this clinic were truly capable, which made Li Wenxin feel particularly at ease while waiting in line.
After an misunderstanding happened in Qingde Hall, Li Wenxin realized that she had come to the wrong place. This clinic was not the place she was looking for at all, because the Chinese doctor there was shocked when he saw her son's complexion and told her to go to a big hospital immediately so as not to delay the child's treatment.
Li Wenxin, simmering with anger, explained in a gentle voice that she had been recommended by Elder Zheng to see a doctor here, only to have the doctor say they were only opening their first day and couldn't see her. Li Wenxin waited in line for most of the day, having her pulse taken by a machine and receiving gifts. Finally, she finally got to see a doctor, only to discover he didn't know anything. Her face darkened.
After some discussion, Li Wenxin realized that this was not the Chinese medicine clinic they were looking for, but the one across the street.
Li Wenxin said unhappily, "I thought you were here to see a doctor, but I didn't expect you were here to give out gifts."
The doctor's face immediately turned ugly after being ridiculed by her.
"A dog bites Lu Dongbin. Who am I advising you to go to a big hospital and not delay your child's treatment for?"
It only takes a few steps to walk from the elegantly decorated but crowded Qingde Hall to the simple but empty Mingxin Hall. No wonder Li Wenxin didn't see Mingxin Hall just now. The store has a door curtain because the air conditioner is on. From the outside, it looks deserted and there is no difference from when the door is closed.
But it was Mr. Zheng who recommended her here after all. Thinking of Mr. Zheng's words, Li Wenxin took a deep breath and her face looked much better.
Shen Jiang was shocked when he saw the little boy's pale face. The boy's face was a withered yellow, a clear sign of illness that even doctors like them, who were used to seeing patients, rarely saw.
Shen Jiang held down the grandmother and immediately said that she would treat the child.
Shen Anlian was not surprised and stood aside to watch her granddaughter examine the child.
Li Wenxin was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the doctor treating her son would be such a young female doctor.
Shen Jiang first took the child's pulse. This required concentration and silence, but the child was very cooperative and didn't disrupt her. After seven or eight minutes of careful examination, an indescribable discomfort spread from the child's wrist to her own hand.
Shen Jiang quietly used his other hand to condense a ray of light and purification magic. When he raised it, he brushed it across the hand that was taking the child's pulse, sweeping away the disease energy that was escaping from the surrounding area.
"Generally speaking, a yellow complexion is likely to indicate liver problems. But this child probably doesn't have that problem." She said this to her grandmother.
Li Wenxin's eyes lit up: "Yes, Western medicine also suspected this before, but after doing various tests, they found no abnormalities."
Shen Jiang tapped the table with his finger. "The pulse is strong and fierce."
She thought to herself that this must be a symptom of a high fever.
"My son has glomerulonephritis, and his urine protein level is very high. Western medicine used hormones to control the condition a little, but the improvement wasn't significant. I later went to see a Chinese medicine doctor. This is the prescription the doctor gave him. Take a look."
Shen Jiang took the folder from her, which contained various medical examinations and prescriptions, sorted into different categories. He quickly found the Chinese medicine prescription for the child, a blood-cooling and blood-activating one, perfect for a severe fever.
Since the child's face still looks so sick, it means that the medicine is not working.
Shen Jiang placed his fingers back on the child's wrist to feel the pulse.
The blood-cooling and blood-activating prescription was written by Elder Zheng. Seeing that it wasn't working, he had originally wanted to change it. But seeing that the child's face was so devastated that he couldn't afford to lose time, he immediately recommended Li Wenxin to Mingxin Hall for treatment, saying that the doctors there were more skilled than him and that their medicine was better, and asked her to take the child there as soon as possible to try it.
Shen Anlian saw the child was being held by an adult without much strength. He looked very well-behaved, but he was thin and weak.
She asked gently, "How long has the child been sick?"
Li Wenxin frowned and thought, "It's been almost three months."
The old lady holding the baby added, "Three months and five days."
Shen Jiang was stunned. It had been so long...
It was as if a flash of lightning flashed through Shen Jiang's mind, tearing apart the confusion in her heart.
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