Chapter 22 One day, the teacher broke it into pieces, kneaded it, and fed it to his mouth
Although the male internet celebrity is short and fat, occupying one and a half seats by himself, his online name is Gao Shuai. At this moment, he is sitting in the back seat of the taxi, reading netizens' comments with great interest, and the more he reads, the happier he becomes.
"Sister, do you want to say hello to my family in the live studio?"
Shen Jiang didn't turn around, but he didn't refuse either. He spoke in a cold and lazy voice: "Are you live streaming? Is anyone watching?"
In fact, as soon as Shen Jiang got on the car, he couldn't wait to open his live broadcast room, the silent version.
Shen Jiang, who was originally feeling a little uneasy, couldn't help but curl his lips as he watched the 560,000 people online.
Gao Shuai was amused: "Of course there are, quite a few. Some people even said that you have a really nice voice, regardless of your face."
Shen Jiang propped up her right hand to support her chin, looked casually at the scenery outside the window and quickly stepped back, her slightly drooped eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes.
The fat internet celebrity didn't lie, and quite a few people in the live broadcast room actually said the same thing. But we have to ignore the last sentence: "What's the use of having a nice voice? As soon as I see this woman's face, I'm going to vomit the food I ate last night."
The car carrying Old Lady Shan and her family followed behind Shen Jiang's car. She was a little surprised: "How dare this damn girl go to the hospital?"
Shen Jiang's goal was very clear. After getting off the car, he didn't even wait for the old lady Shan and the others. He walked straight in. In addition to the anchors who had followed earlier, many other small anchors in Nanze City also spontaneously gathered at the Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Several groups of people came from all directions and arrived at the gate of the hospital at about the same time.
These small streamers were about to bleed when they saw the huge popularity fall on Gao Shuai and his group. No one expected that this farce would even have a mid-sentence change. Isn't this the opportunity?
The hospital's security guard saw something was amiss and rushed over to stop them, but he only stopped the last few people, who were none other than Old Lady Shan and her daughter-in-law. Looking around, these people seemed most likely to cause trouble.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"
As Shen Jiang entered the lobby of the TCM hospital's outpatient department, she was struck by the antique, elegant decor. The wafting aroma of traditional Chinese medicine, mingled with the soothing scent of sandalwood, and the eye-catching presentations of experts in the center, instilled a sense of security.
She thought expressionlessly that since she had no skills, she liked to use all these gimmicks to attract customers.
It’s nothing like Mingxin Hall, which has simple and plain decoration and has accumulated reputation only through word of mouth from patients. My grandmother is busy all day long.
Shen Jiang studied the densely packed introduction for a while and finally came to a conclusion: the best doctor here seems to be the great expert specially hired from Province A?
This person has the longest suffix at the end of his name.
"He specializes in treating various difficult and complicated diseases: various types of chronic gastritis, gastric ulcers, cholecystitis, chronic bronchitis, gynecology, menopausal syndrome, breast hyperplasia... He started studying medicine at the age of 8, is a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, graduated with a doctorate from University A, and studied under the famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioner Mr. Yao Guangtang..." Shen Jiang glanced at it casually and didn't read any further.
It just so happened that this person was seeing patients in the hospital this afternoon, so Shen Jiang chose this great expert as the target person for today without hesitation.
When he heard that someone brought a group of internet anchors to the hospital to cause trouble, and even went straight to the hospital's specially hired expert Dong, Director Huang of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department broke out in a sweat.
This was a specially-appointed expert they had painstakingly hired from the province. He only came in half a day a week, making him more valuable than all the doctors in their department combined. If he were to get hurt or hurt by a medical disturbance, he'd be finished!
Shen Jiang's request was simple: she wanted the hospital to issue a certificate proving that her grandmother had not made any misdiagnosis or wrong prescription.
Expert Dong was in his fifties, with a square face. He frowned and rudely dismissed the person: "Please don't disturb me while I'm treating my patient. If you need anything, please go to the medical department."
Seeing that he looked serious and had no arrogance at being disturbed, but just looked like he was in a hurry, Shen Jiang couldn't help but think of someone.
She put away her cynical look and said seriously, "Doctor Dong, my grandmother is also a Chinese medicine practitioner. Now she has been falsely accused of poor medical skills and causing a death. She was also beaten by the patient's family and is now in the intensive care unit. I just want to seek justice for her."
Doctor Dong frowned and hesitated for a moment, "Do you have the medical records with you? I first..."
Before he could finish, Director Huang arrived, panting, with several doctors from his office. Before entering, Director Huang was still yelling, "Security! Security! Get these people out! Don't disrupt the order of the hospital!"
As soon as he entered the clinic, Director Huang immediately apologized to the expert doctor: "I'm sorry, Teacher Dong, I scared you. I'll take the person out right away." He winked at several young doctors, and several doctors in white coats quickly understood and walked straight to Shen Jiang and several anchors.
"Wait a minute, I want to see the medical records she mentioned first." Dr. Dong stopped her.
Upon seeing this, Dr. Dong’s eyes widened instantly.
While Expert Dong was reviewing the medical records, Director Huang figured out the group's purpose. He immediately perked up, "Teacher Dong, you don't have to worry. Yesterday, the Health Bureau brought the police to our hospital regarding this medical dispute. Our hospital has already issued a certificate. The Chinese doctor at Mingxin Hall was definitely wrong!"
These words were extremely serious, completely blaming the Chinese medicine practitioner, and were so straightforward that there was no ambiguity at all.
Doctor Dong looked up at Director Huang in surprise. Director Huang continued, "This patient has been to our department for treatment, and the hospital has his medical records. What we showed you yesterday was his medical records and Mingxintang's prescriptions. You remember that, don't you?"
If that's the case, then there's no point in reading this medical record. Doctor Dong placed Shen Jiang's medical record on the table, took out a thermos cup of goji berries from next to the computer, and moistened his throat.
"I sympathize with your grandmother's situation, but you should call the police."
Old Lady Shan brought her daughter-in-law to the door, pushed through the crowd of onlookers and squeezed in, just in time to see the man in the white coat chasing people away.
Arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right time. Seeing the dead girl being humiliated, the old lady Shan felt so relieved. Not only her, but even the netizens on the Internet felt that this was the normal trend they expected. They had been squatting in the live broadcast room, waiting for this scene!
Shen Jiang was so angry that she laughed. She had just looked up to this lousy expert, but it turned out that he was just a half-baked person trying to take advantage of the situation. He dared to act so arrogantly.
"Don't touch me. There are so many cameras recording us. Be careful or I will sue you for sexual harassment." Shen Jiang pointed at a man in his thirties or forties in a white coat in front of her. The other person seemed to be intimidated by her words and did not dare to touch her.
Shen Jiang glared at Director Huang fiercely and demanded, "Just because the patient is afraid of the cold and has pain in his waist and knees, you think he has a cold deficiency?"
"What else?"
"So you guys usually treat so many patients and rely on them to describe their conditions orally, treating headaches like the head and feet like the foot, right?" Shen Jiang said sternly.
Amidst the clamor of comments in the live broadcast room, a few unique comments suddenly appeared: "What this girl said is really right. How can Chinese medicine only look at the symptoms when treating a disease?" But these comments were quickly drowned out.
Director Huang looked at me like I was stupid. "Of course, that's not how Chinese medicine treats illnesses, but would you feel cold if you have heat in your body? You can get this basic common sense wrong. I don't know how you treat patients normally."
Shen Jiang sneered, "Ours is a small hospital. Unlike you, we can't use Western medical equipment to take X-rays and draw blood, and then treat patients even if we can't diagnose the cause of the disease. We can only rely on our experience of taking pulses accumulated day after day to make a diagnosis."
Director Huang said disdainfully, "Don't talk about those weak words. I just want to know how you could diagnose this cold-sensitive patient as having a fever?"
Shen Jiang's momentum lifted, and his tone was stern: "Then I will teach you this lesson. Listen carefully! The pulse is divided into three types: floating, middle, and sinking. This patient's pulse is sinking."
Director Huang didn't quite understand what was said, so he subconsciously asked, "What the hell?"
Shen Jiang looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and disdain, as if he were a poor student, and explained the key points to him in detail: "In Traditional Chinese Medicine, there are certain rules for the pressure applied by the fingers when taking a pulse. At first, you press gently to take a floating pulse. If the patient has an external infection, the pulse will be very obvious at this time. Then, use half the pressure, which is the middle pulse. This is where the pulse of most people is. Applying more pressure is called a sinking pulse, which is used to diagnose internal diseases."
The patient's pulse was buried deep below the ground, and even deep feeling couldn't be felt. It took a lot of effort, pushing on the tendons and pressing on the bones, to feel it. This is a typical case of 'fire evil trapped inside, unable to escape.'"
Expert Dong looked at Shen Jiang who was speaking very clearly and said nothing.
He certainly knew what "a pulse lying low" meant. This was a theory proposed by pulse expert Li Zhongzi. However, putting these four simple words into practice was an extreme feat that most Chinese medicine practitioners would never achieve in their entire lives. The degree of difficulty was simply inhuman. If he couldn't do it with his current level of skill, how could a doctor in a small local clinic possibly do it?
Could it be that some big shot is hiding in plain sight? Expert Dong couldn't help but ask, "What's your grandmother's name?"
Shen Jiang glanced at the medical records on the table.
The meaning is self-evident: you have no eyes.
Expert Dong sullenly picked up the medical records on the table and flipped through them with great attention. "Shen Anlian? I've never heard of her." Judging by the girl's age, her grandmother must have been quite old. If what was written in the medical records was true, then her grandmother's skills were among the nation's top experts, and she shouldn't be unknown in the field.
"Impossible... This shouldn't be the case," he muttered.
Shen Jiang raised an eyebrow: "Just because you can't do it, you think others can't do it either? Aren't you a little narrow-minded?"
Expert Dong was almost amused by her: "Little girl, wait until you have truly mastered Chinese medicine, then you will understand how difficult it is for a Chinese medicine practitioner to practice dialectics."
Shen Jiang sighed.
There is an old saying among the people: The older the Chinese medicine practitioner, the more popular he is. To these Chinese medicine practitioners older than her, their status is like that of a university teacher, while she is at best just an elementary school student.
They simply could not accept the advice of a young Chinese medicine practitioner like her, so even if she broke down the answers into pieces and fed them to them, they not only did not understand, but also refused to understand.
She turned to the white-coated doctors present, "Is the doctor who treated patient Shan Gui here?"
Seeing everyone turning to look at Director Huang, Shen Jiang suddenly realized something and asked Director Huang, "Besides being afraid of the cold, does this patient named Shangui like to drink hot water? What color is his urine? Tell me."
Expert Dong was stunned.
Director Huang was very dissatisfied with her domineering attitude. Was he her student? But seeing the expectant look in Expert Dong's eyes, he thought about yesterday's case. There was no record of this, and he couldn't even remember what the patient looked like. After all, it was a month ago.
"If you're afraid of the cold, then of course you like to drink hot water. As for urination... of course it's clear and long."
Nonsense! Shen Jiang was almost amused by this fat, big-eared quack. With this level of skill, he was still the director?
The little girl in the middle-aged woman's arms timidly said to her mother: "Grandpa doesn't like drinking hot water! Grandpa hates drinking hot water the most!"
The middle-aged woman quickly covered her daughter's mouth, but it was too late. The room was quiet at that moment, and everyone could hear clearly what the little girl said.
All eyes in the room were turned towards them.
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