Chapter 487 Public Examination (2)
A table has been placed on the stage, with two chairs placed on both sides of the table. A pulse pillow, a pair of silver needles, a pen and a stack of white paper have been prepared on the table.
A man in a gray Zhongshan suit walked up, coughing continuously as he walked. The students began to secretly test themselves, wondering whether the man had a cold or pharyngitis.
The man sat down, looking at the empty seat opposite him with a frown. He had asthma and had been suppressing it with medication, but he recently caught a cold and always felt like he couldn't breathe.
If a doctor he was familiar with had not told him that the girl taking the exam had excellent medical skills, he would not have been so foolish as to sign up. Now he was the first one in line to go up on stage, but there was no one seeing patients opposite him.
When the bell rang again, Cheng Qiao finally came. He sat down opposite the patient at the last bell, took out a box of alcohol cotton, and disinfected his hands first.
There were slight gasps in the auditorium, and everyone stared at the woman on the stage. She was wearing a loose white coat, black straight pants, and a pair of black leather shoes.
Her jet-black hair was tied into a low bun, and a small hairpin with diamonds was stuck on the right side of the bun. As her head turned, the hairpin emitted a little light under the light.
"Wow, what a pretty girl."
"Her hairpin is so pretty, I wonder where I can buy one."
"Shh... don't talk, do you want to be kicked out?"
The male classmates were all looking at the radiant Cheng Qiao in amazement, especially the senior students who were admitted to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine together with Cheng Qiao. They were still studying their third-year textbooks while others had already taken the public graduation examination.
The girls' eyes were filled with envy and jealousy, especially when they saw her fair and tender face that seemed like water could be squeezed out of it, and her hairpin that sparkled with a little light, they didn't know what to be jealous of her for.
"Hold out your hand."
The man stretched out his hand and saw a few white and tender fingers falling on his wrist. His face turned red. A man in his forties could actually be touched by a little girl.
"Liu Jianshe, male, 45 years old, has had a cold for a week and it hasn't healed yet, right?"
"How do you know I've had a cold for a week? Did someone tell you?"
Liu Jianshe looked at Cheng Qiao strangely. Cheng Qiao smiled slightly and said, "Just by looking at the severity of your cough and the complexion, I can tell your current condition. Do you still need someone to tell me?"
"You still have asthma. Although you have been taking medication for years, it can only suppress it, not cure it. Don't take that medicine anymore. Otherwise, in another ten years, your femoral head will be necrotic from that medicine."
"What? Femoral head necrosis. If I don't take it, I won't be able to breathe. If I take it, my femoral head will be necrosis. How can I live?"
"Treat your cold first, and come to me in a few days. I will treat your asthma. Here is the prescription. You can go directly to the pharmacy of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine to get the medicine.
After returning home, soak the medicine in clean water for an hour, then boil three bowls of water into one bowl of decoction, drink it three times a day, and you will be cured in two days at most. "
Liu Jianshe looked at the prescription in his hand. Although the words were not very vivid, the brushstrokes were old and the ink was beautiful, rich and powerful.
"Miss, you have beautiful handwriting. Just based on your handwriting, you are worthy of my trust."
Liu Jianshe stood up and faced the medicine table towards the auditorium. The students in the front row could see it clearly. They didn't notice what medicine Cheng Qiao prescribed, as they were all attracted by her handwriting.
"Wow…"
"How come this handwriting is so good? My handwriting looks like dog crawling."
"Me too, my mom said my handwriting looks like tadpole script, sometimes I don't even know what I'm writing, haha..."
"Isn't it just that the handwriting is better? This can be acquired through practice. I will definitely be better than her if I practice at home."
"What kind of prescription did she write? My goodness, look at that cinnamon twig. She actually wrote a double dose. This is nonsense."
"Yeah, I just heard her say that the cold will be cured in two days at most. She is bragging so much, is she going to blow herself up?"
"Sujing, you, get out, and you...you...all three of you get out."
The dean stood up, pointed at a few female students, and looked at them sharply. He said that they were not diligent in their daily lives, but they were jealous of others' excellence. What kind of people were they?
The faces of the people who were pointed out turned pale. They had forgotten the dean's rules. It was a good thing that they were kicked out. If they were expelled, they would really regret it.
The boys next to them also kept their mouths shut. They had made a noise just now. Fortunately, they were praising Cheng Qiao, otherwise they would have definitely been kicked out by the old principal.
The three female classmates were filled with shame and anger, and glared at Cheng Qiao on the stage. What a seductress she was, she dressed up so fancy even for the exam, who was she trying to seduce?
Everyone in the auditorium shut their mouths. Some people, worried about themselves, folded their handkerchiefs and covered their mouths directly with them.
Liu Jianshe didn't expect that his action would bring trouble to Cheng Qiao. Just as he was about to apologize, the second person came up. He had no choice but to leave and handed the prescription in his hand to the principal.
The principal took a look at the prescription and raised his eyebrows slightly. No wonder Liu Jianshe’s cold wouldn’t get better. It turned out that the dosage they used was too small.
But this guy has asthma, and he doesn’t know if he can withstand such a large dose of medicine. No matter what, with Ye Jun here, even the dead can be awakened.
Cheng Qiao diagnoses patients very quickly. He takes the patient's pulse, looks at the face, makes the patient stick out his tongue, and sometimes even gets close to smell the patient. He performs the Chinese medicine's three steps of observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation very completely.
Some patients suffered from external injuries, such as sprains, falls, and beatings. Cheng Qiao either used silver needles to stimulate the acupoints or sprinkled the hemostatic powder he brought with him.
The effect was surprisingly good. A woman whose face was broken was worried that her face would be disfigured, but Cheng Qiao's powder stopped the bleeding of her wound quickly. She was also told that as long as she didn't eat dark foods or hair-raising foods, her face would naturally return to normal.
The group of doctors standing in the corner looked at each other. They thought, if only this student could come to work in their hospital after graduation. At this rate, one can more than do three.
"Old Xia, is that powder the special hemostatic powder developed by Dean Ye? It's really effective. Do you think we should..."
"No, Dean Ye is not someone who is easy to talk to. Don't try to offend him."
The principal turned around and glared at the doctors who were talking. It was a pity that he couldn't kick them out, otherwise, with his temper, he would have kicked them out long ago.
When the last patient sat opposite Cheng Qiao, Cheng Qiao glanced at the papers on the table. Wow, there was only one piece of paper left. This exam was too strict. It didn't even give the opportunity to modify the prescription.
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