Chapter 131 Sure enough, the old ones are still the best. Insomnia is starting a group...
Shen Jiang didn't dare let the boss sleep in the utility room. She quickly changed the bedding in her room with a clean one, and then she and Lin Yunqing helped the tall and strong Godwin into the room from the front and lay him down.
Lin Yunqing panted: "Doctor Shen, isn't this your room?"
Why did she remember that Dr. Shen said to let this guy sleep in the utility room?
Shen Jiang made up an excuse: "It's not good to have someone lying in the shop. I'll let him rest here first, and then I'll clean up the utility room."
When Lin Yunqing heard her say this, he immediately smiled understandingly and didn't ask any more questions.
The doctor who came to see Li Wenxin today was Dr. Zheng, the one who had recommended her. After Shen Jiang heard what he said, she finally understood why the woman had come to Mingxintang yesterday. Hearing that Guipi Pills were the prescription for the child, Dr. Zheng was initially puzzled, but he quickly figured it out. "No wonder the previous doctor and I couldn't get the evidence-based treatment right. I thought it was the medicine, but it turns out they were misguided."
Shen Jiang thought that complex illnesses sometimes had too many options, making it difficult to identify the key. If her grandmother hadn't pointed out the key, she would have almost mistaken it for a fever.
The three of them discussed Xiaobao's condition for a while. Firstly, the child certainly showed symptoms of spleen deficiency. Secondly, Guipi Pills were a recipe that tonified both the heart and spleen, and Mingxintang's herbs were top-notch. As the saying goes, "the medicine cures the disease," the child's condition should improve soon.
Mr. Zheng's apprentice listened to the three of them chatting animatedly, with no room for him to interrupt. He silently wrote down what they said in his notebook, thinking that he would become such a great doctor in the future.
The first wave of patients arrived quickly. Shen Jiang had long known that a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner of Zheng's stature must have considerable influence. Luckily, she had already sent the doctor to his room to rest. She wasn't worried about him affecting the business, but rather about the noise disrupting his rest. Rest was what he needed most right now. If he didn't get enough rest, he might explode into a rage...
No, she didn't dare to imagine such a scene.
Shen Jiang glanced towards the courtyard. There was no movement there, but her mood did not calm down with the silence. Shen Jiang had not yet decided what to do after Black Dragon woke up.
Shen Anlian coughed lightly. Xiaogu was rarely so absent-minded as she was now. It was probably because of the young man inside. It seemed that Xiaogu really cared about him.
Shen Jiang heard a cough and looked up to find her grandmother sitting opposite her, watching her daydreaming with a teasing look on her face. The subtle look in her eyes made Shen Jiang feel a little embarrassed. For some reason, the way her grandmother looked at her made her feel guilty.
Today she and grandma are in the same clinic, while Mr. Zheng is in a separate clinic.
Someone outside the clinic door peeked in, called out to his companions, walked in and sat down in front of Shen Anlian.
"Doctor, I..."
Shen Anlian waved her hand: "The doctor who is seeing patients today is over there."
She was just there to accompany the patient.
Shen Jiang didn't care about being ignored and waited for someone to come sit down with a smile. But the patient turned around, looked at her for a few times, and muttered, "I thought it was always treated by an experienced Chinese doctor. What does such a young doctor know?"
The others had followed her in, but when they saw that the clinic was run by a young female doctor, they immediately lost the desire to stay and walked out one after another.
"Hurry up and line up next door, there are more and more people over there."
"Let's go, let's go. I remember the group said that the insomnia was cured by an old Chinese doctor. It's definitely not possible to find a young one."
"Really? When we registered, we told her we wanted to see an experienced Chinese doctor, but she said both clinics could handle it."
Shen Jiang wasn't surprised by this scene. After all, she was born with a baby face, and patients who see traditional Chinese medicine practitioners tend to assume that experienced doctors are more reliable than younger ones. It's not their fault, after all, practice makes perfect. According to common sense, the experienced doctors, with their years of experience and continuous learning, are undoubtedly more skilled than the average doctor.
But there are exceptions. For example, some old Chinese medicine practitioners have only grown in age but not in medical skills. For example, she has studied hard for more than ten years and her medical skills are not inferior to anyone else.
Shen Jiang felt confident. Seeing several people complaining about his youth and immaturity, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Everyone, go to the next door and give the doctor your registration form. If you have nothing to do after queuing, you are welcome to come back to me and see what the young doctor's level is like."
Hearing her say this, the patients who originally had disgusted expressions paused for a moment, but then hurriedly ran to the next room to queue up.
Shen Anlian cast an admiring glance at her granddaughter. Shen Jiang's age often makes her most impatient, and she hadn't expected to react this way to a patient's questioning. Little did she know that this was a routine for Shen Jiang. She'd often used this tactic to cast a wide net and recruit patients when Elder Lu and Director Chen Ping had been at Mingxin Hall.
As Shen Jiang puts it, it doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat. So while her methods may seem unsophisticated, all the patients who've seen her praise her for her exceptional medical skills.
Because this clinic was empty, but there was a doctor there, people would always peek in to see what was going on inside. When they found out that the doctor was a young girl, they all spontaneously chose to queue up in the next clinic.
Today, like in the past, a few new faces came to see her. They were the same patients who had complained to her in the beginning about what diseases the young doctor could treat.
"They say we should give young people a chance. Doctor, can you please take a look at what's wrong with me?" The man who spoke casually sat down in front of Shen Jiang. "But let me make this clear first. I've booked the next number today."
Shen Jiang readily agreed: "It's okay, let me see what your problem is first."
Dong Chunfang was actually a member of Lam Kuo-tung's insomnia discussion group, and most of the people who came to see him today were from the group. After Lam Kuo-tung shared his clinic and prescriptions that day, people like them came the next day seeking medical advice. Of course, some also followed Lam's prescriptions and bought the same medicine from a Chinese medicine store to test its effectiveness. After all, according to Guo Zhidongliang, the doctor had prescribed this medicine for him, and it had given him a full night's sleep, so those group members who lived far away just bought the same medicine. For these severe insomnia sufferers, the cost of trial and error for just one use was completely affordable.
Seeing the young doctor's pretentiousness, Dong Chunfang shook her head. How could she be so confident at such a young age?
Shen Jiang, as usual, gave new patients ten minutes to feel their pulses. Those ten minutes were enough for Dong Chunfang to ask a hundred questions, so she couldn't help but push him, asking several times if he was done. When Shen Jiang finally spoke, she asked, "Do you often have terrifying dreams of fighting and falling, often waking up at three or four in the middle of the night and then being unable to fall back asleep?"
Dong Chunfang looked as if she had seen a ghost: "How did you know?"
"Did you start coughing up phlegm in your throat after waking up? Do you feel dry and thirsty?"
Dong Chunfang's eyes completely changed when she looked at her. "Really, doctor, how come you are so amazing? I came to see you today because I have insomnia."
Shen Jiang thought to himself, your irritability is so obvious, and you have blisters on your hands. It's clearly qi deficiency causing heat. Moreover, there are depressions and cracks in the front third of your tongue, which are all typical physical manifestations of lung qi deficiency.
But she didn't say these boastful words in front of the patient. Instead, she said seriously: "Of course, your body told me."
Dong Chunfang finally looked respectful. Although the doctor in front of her looked much younger than she did, people always had an instinctive respect for capable doctors.
"Doctor, I had a bad attitude before. If you don't mind, please prescribe a prescription for me."
Shen Jiang raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you look at the person next door?"
Dong Chunfang looked embarrassed as if she had been exposed: "Hey, I'll compare the prescriptions you both wrote to see if there's any difference. Do you mind?"
Shen Jiang smiled. "Of course, I welcome everyone to come see me. However, there's a saying in Chinese medicine that the same disease should be treated differently. Don't be surprised if the prescriptions I prescribe are different from those of the doctor next door. Chinese medicine practitioners sometimes have different approaches, but the treatment effects are the same. With me, just remember one thing: your insomnia is caused by lung qi deficiency."
Dong Chunfang seemed to understand, but she was also a straightforward person. Seeing Shen Jiang's clear thinking and methodical speech, she simply slapped her thigh and said, "I came to see you. I will go and prepare the medicine according to your prescription now."
Her colleagues were in the clinic, and they were quite surprised to see Dong Chunfang change her mind and go see this young doctor.
"Doctor, I'll just take a look, is that okay?" She was not as impulsive as Dong Chunfang. Since she had come all the way here, of course she had to see the old Chinese doctor next door.
Shen Jiang smiled and nodded. She had few patients here, which gave her plenty of time to take the patient's pulse. She carefully examined the patient's pulse before asking, "Do you also treat insomnia?"
"Yes. I always can't sleep at night. Look at my dark circles. They are so ugly."
Shen Jiang asked a few questions, but the man shook his head until Shen Jiang asked, "Do you get sleepy easily during the day?"
The patient naturally asked back, "Yes, if I can't sleep at night, how can I not feel sleepy during the day?"
The other patients in the clinic nodded, obviously agreeing with her point of view.
Shen Jiang shook his head. "The cause and effect here are different. Some people only feel sleepy during the day. Even if they try not to sleep during the day, they still can't fall asleep at night."
The patient suddenly became excited: "Yes, that's exactly what happens to me. Even if I stay up all day, I still can't fall asleep at night even though I'm dead tired."
Shen Jiang nodded and said, "Your insomnia is caused by insufficient Yin blood. How about I prescribe you a prescription?"
The patient nodded: "Thank you, doctor."
Shen Jiang knew that she was still planning to go next door to check it again, but she smiled and said nothing, quickly wrote out the prescription and handed it to the patient.
The next patients came in much faster, but Shen Jiang felt a little strange. Seven out of eight patients who came to see her today were suffering from insomnia. This frequency was a bit too high!
The final patient was a woman named Yuan Yu. Her state was different from the others the moment she entered. Her complexion was gloomy, her eyes dull and lifeless, and she instinctively avoided meeting eyes. The energy emanating from her body made Shen Jiang stare at her several times. She could clearly see that the energy surrounding her was primarily negative and dark, like an impenetrable net, preventing any chance of joy and relaxation from infecting her.
Yuan Yu had been dragged here by a friend. She had originally been accompanying her to a doctor's appointment, but the clinic next door was overcrowded. Even the benches across from the pharmacy were filled. The clamor made her instinctively feel something roaring and screaming inside. Seeing one clinic completely quiet, with almost no patients, Yuan Yu initially stood at the doorway, but then she was gradually drawn in by the sound of the young doctor treating a patient inside.
The young doctor was quite amusing, always asking patients to remain quiet and not disturb her while taking their pulses, and then explaining their problems with great clarity and clarity. Yuan Yu loved this kind of medical treatment and wanted to invite a friend to come over, but unfortunately, she didn't even bother reading her WeChat messages; she was completely absorbed in waiting in line at another clinic.
Yuan Yu didn't know why she wanted to make an appointment with this young doctor. Maybe it was because the place was so quiet that she felt very comfortable.
Shen Jiang offered her a seat, then bent down and pulled a magic crystal from his storage ring, holding it in his left hand. Facing this patient ensnared by dark energy, Shen Jiang decided to use some force.
Yuan Yu was like a frightened little rabbit, her whole body tense, but she took the initiative to say, "Doctor, I've made an appointment with you. I want you to help me with my insomnia."
Shen Jiang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he let out a bright smile: "You are the first patient to make an appointment with me today. Don't worry, I will definitely not let you down."
Yuan Yu shook his head a little embarrassedly: "It's okay if it can't be cured."
Shen Jiang watched as the dark energy emanating from her instantly multiplied. He was startled. He hadn't said anything, so how could this bunny lady suddenly become emo? What a sin.
Shen Jiang straightened his expression, but his voice remained very gentle: "Come, hold this and take a deep breath. Relax. I'll take your pulse first."
Yuan Yu took the irregular translucent stone from the doctor's hand in a daze, and placed his wrist on the pulse pillow.
Shen Jiang pretended to draw casually in the air with her right hand on the table, outlining a magic circle with purifying effects. Her fingers moved very quickly, and no one thought of the meaning behind her actions. The only person who knew that she was drawing a magic circle of light, Long, was lying somewhere unconscious at this moment.
As Shen Jiang's fingers covered Yuan Yu's wrist, Yuan Yu's chest, which had originally felt short of breath, suddenly felt a little loosened, and the heaviness that had been suppressing him seemed to be relieved a little.
This made her look up in surprise at the baby-faced young female doctor in front of her.
Yuan Yu had seen many doctors over the years, but this was the first time someone could make her completely relax, not to mention that the other person didn't even tell her about her symptoms, didn't say anything to comfort her, and didn't even prescribe any medicine for her.
Yuan Yu was completely dumbfounded. He just sat there in a daze, not daring to move.
At this moment, she hoped that the doctor's consultation time could be extended indefinitely, as if in this way, the suffocating feeling she had experienced in the past would disappear forever.
Shen Jiang only needs to place this small magic circle on the patient, and the rest of the work will be handed over to the magic stone in the patient's hand to act as a giant ultra-long standby power bank, providing a steady supply of energy for this magic circle with a purifying effect.
Shen Jiang had previously studied several magic circles that reduced the effect and prolonged the duration of action. As long as the total amount remained unchanged, achieving this goal was a piece of cake for Shen Jiang.
Sadly, the ten minutes that seemed so long to other patients flew by in a flash for Yuan Yu. She licked her lips with a hint of reluctance, as if she was reluctant to leave.
Shen Jiang: "The tongue is pale red, the fur is thin and white, and the pulse is stringy and fine. This is a typical case of depression caused by liver qi stagnation and mental malnutrition."
She said this to her grandmother. After all, this disease was difficult to treat. With her normal medical skills, it would be very difficult to cure the patient in front of her. However, as a dignified light magician, she was very good at dealing with this kind of psychological problem lingering with dark energy.
As long as Yuan Yu makes this magic stone into a necklace or bracelet and wears it on his body, and then drinks the medicine for a period of time, Yuan Yu's problem will definitely be solved.
Shen Jiang was particularly curious about what her grandmother's treatment ideas were when facing such patients.
Sure enough, when grandma heard her words, she stood up with a serious expression for the first time, walked over, and put her hand on Yuan Yu's wrist.
Yuan Yu clearly felt that the feeling of her body becoming lighter was still continuing, which made her look relaxed and yearning.
Shen Anlian: "Xiaogu, let me take this patient. You write down the prescription."
Shen Jiang responded actively, picking up the paper and pen very naturally: "Grandma, you say."
After Shen Anlian told her the name and dosage of the medicine, she looked at the young girl opposite and said softly, "Girl, you have a lot of sad things in your heart, right?"
Yuan Yu didn't know why, but when she looked at the old lady in front of her, who was about the same age as her grandmother, and asked her this with a concerned look, tears immediately flowed down her face.
Shen Jiang could clearly see that as the patient suddenly burst into tears, the dark energy in her body was continuously pouring out, and then was purified and expelled by a soft force of light.
Shen Jiang: It turns out that old ginger is still spicy.
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