The next day.
Tao Qiuyan's attending physician led an elderly man with gray hair into Su Xinyi's ward.
The doctor introduced Ye Beiping with a smile: "Mr. Ye, this is Dr. Qin, a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Hangzhou."
"Hello, Dr. Qin." Ye Beiping politely extended his right hand in greeting.
When Dr. Qin faced Ye Beiping, he smiled slightly and extended his hand to shake hands: "Where is the patient?"
"Over here." Ye Beiping pointed towards Su Xinyi's hospital bed.
At first glance, Dr. Qin was stunned; Su Xinyi was truly stunning.
However, as a doctor with decades of medical ethics, he stepped forward, put down one of his boxes, and took out a small pillow from it.
Ye Beiping knew that this was a pulse pillow.
Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners generally have this.
Su Xinyi glanced at Ye Beiping, blinked, and looked puzzled.
"Madam, please place your hands on it." Dr. Qin smiled kindly.
When Su Xinyi was being treated by a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for the first time, she placed her hand on the pulse pillow with some skepticism.
Dr. Qin extended his two withered fingers and placed them on Su Xinyi's pulse, closing his eyes as if sensing something.
If the other person weren't a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, Ye Beiping would have suspected that the other person was some kind of pervert, touching his wife's hand with a look of enjoyment on their face.
Just a few seconds later, Dr. Qin's expression turned slightly serious.
Seeing this, Ye Beiping quickly asked, "Dr. Qin, is there a problem?"
The doctor next to him patted Ye Beiping on the shoulder and smiled as he whispered a reminder: "Mr. Ye, please don't disturb Dr. Qin's pulse diagnosis."
"Oh, oh." Ye Beiping could only suppress his inner questions for the time being, staring intently at Doctor Qin, his heart churning like a stormy sea.
They were afraid that Dr. Qin might say something unpleasant next.
Su Xinyi, however, was curious, her face slightly flushed, and she kept looking at Ye Beiping, as if asking: Is this how it is?
A little over a minute later, Dr. Qin withdrew his hand.
Then he put the pulse pillow away.
"Dr. Qin, how is it?" Ye Beiping asked, frowning as he watched Dr. Qin pack his things.
After everything was tidied up, Doctor Qin stroked his goatee and said, "The pulse is stable. It's just a slight disturbance to the fetus. A couple of doses of medicine to stabilize the pregnancy will do the trick."
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Upon hearing this, Ye Beiping let out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease.
"Thank you, Dr. Qin."
Soon, Dr. Qin wrote out a prescription for pregnancy support and handed it to Ye Beiping, then asked, "Isn't there another patient? Where is he now?"
"Downstairs."
Ye Beiping put away the prescription, then said goodbye to Su Xinyi and took Doctor Qin downstairs.
Half an hour later.
After leaving Tao Qiuyan's ward, Dr. Qin said to Ye Beiping, "Mr. Ye, your mother's health is somewhat weak. She may appear to be fine on the surface, but this is all due to overwork. In particular, she cannot be stimulated, as any stimulation could have very serious consequences."
As expected.
If Ye Beiping hadn't been reborn, he would never have believed Doctor Qin's words.
After all, Tao Qiuyan usually looks energetic and has no signs of illness whatsoever.
It was this very body that caused her to suddenly pass away in her previous life.
At that time, Ye Beiping suspected that Tao Qiuyan's health was probably in trouble, but it was a hidden problem without any complications. Moreover, the medical technology in Pingba Village was backward, and even the hospital in the county town was very rudimentary.
"Thank you, Dr. Qin. Does my mother need any medicine?" Ye Beiping spoke to Dr. Qin with great respect. This was evident from Su Xinyi and Tao Qiuyan's reactions. While Dr. Qin's medical skills might not be exceptional, they were certainly not bad.
At the very least, traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive, but there are not many people who can diagnose illnesses by taking a pulse; most of them are simply frauds.
In those days, there were no licenses for practicing traditional Chinese medicine, and most doctors were barefoot.
Dr. Qin shook his head: "In this situation, taking medicine is not the best option; it's better to supplement through diet."
Ye Beiping admired the elderly man with gray hair even more after seeing this.
Being able to talk about dietary therapy back in the 1970s shows real skill; other traditional Chinese medicine practitioners would be eager to prescribe some medicine.
Dietary therapy is actually a high-tech approach to health maintenance, but not all doctors understand it.
As he spoke, Dr. Qin took out a slip of paper and handed it to Ye Beiping: "This contains some ingredients and preparation methods for dietary supplements. You can make some food for your mother according to these instructions, and add some medicinal herbs as appropriate."
"Alright, alright." Ye Beiping, seeing that it was about time, immediately took out a ten-yuan note and handed it to Doctor Qin: "It's just a small token of my appreciation."
Dr. Qin didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the money directly. He also reminded her, "These things can't be given to that girl. They're not suitable for pregnant women. If you need anything, you can come to this address to find me."
As he spoke, he handed Ye Beiping a slip of paper with an address written on it.
"Thanks."
After expressing his gratitude, Ye Beiping escorted Dr. Qin to the hospital entrance.
When she came back, she didn't forget to hand the paper food supplement slip to Aunt Li, so that she could make food for Tao Qiuyan according to the steps on it.
On the other side.
It seems that Peng Tian and Luo Yonghao, who appeared to be victorious, were feasting at a state-run restaurant and even ordered a bottle of Moutai.
The other guests at the state-run hotel gave Peng Tian and Luo Yonghao strange looks.
Because the two were young, the fact that they could come to a state-run restaurant and even order a bottle of Moutai that cost seven or eight yuan made everyone else feel a little incredulous.
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