Song Bowen glanced at Uncle Li with some pride.
They have known each other for many years and understand each other very well.
Even though we haven't met often due to some misunderstandings over the years.
But I am quite familiar with my old friend.
It can be said that as soon as Song Bowen heard Uncle Li's words, he knew what he was up to.
Song Bowen was ready to agree to it, so that he would admit defeat with conviction.
Lest people say he bullies children.
It wouldn't sound good to A-Lian either.
Just as the two of them had their own plans and were planning to postpone the diagnosis until tomorrow.
Zhao Nianhui stepped forward and interrupted them.
"No, just today."
"If Dean Song is really ill, he should be treated as soon as possible."
Her words greatly surprised everyone.
Even Song Bowen himself was stunned for a moment.
He has almost forgotten his original intention.
Curing diseases and saving lives is the instinct of a doctor.
This little girl is really capable.
No matter how skilled she is.
Having this kind of heart means you have already surpassed many people.
Song Bowen has made his decision.
Even though Zhao Nianhui couldn't diagnose anything today.
He could also open the back door and let her work in the hospital.
He has always been tolerant and kind to such spiritual people.
Zhao Nianhui asked Song Bowen to put his hands on the table.
She stretched out three fingers and placed them on his wrist.
The little tiger watching didn't even dare to breathe.
Everyone held their breath and looked even more nervous than Zhao Nianhui herself.
This tense atmosphere also infected Song Bowen.
Even he himself became nervous.
But he knew he was not sick.
The previous cold legs were a chronic illness.
I've been resting at home for some time just to take some time off.
I said I was recuperating at home because I was afraid of being gossiped about.
Could it be that this nonsense fooled Zhao Nianhui?
Song Bowen was very proud at this time.
"Girl, you've been here for ten minutes. Have you made any diagnosis?" Song Bowen asked deliberately.
Zhao Nianhui had calmly withdrawn her fingers.
Without answering Song Bowen's question, he asked him to borrow the silver needles he had just used.
This made Song Bowen somewhat confused.
But he was happy to stick with it to the end.
"good."
Sterilize the silver needle in alcohol.
The silver-white color became more transparent.
Long time no see the light of day.
This thing is like a treasure whose light is hidden.
"Hiss, girl, where did you get the needle? It hurts so much." Song Bowen cried out.
The blood brought out by the silver needle turned black in color.
Zhao Nianhui's guess has almost been confirmed.
She wiped the silver needle carefully and put it back.
"Dean Song, you have chronic cold legs that have not healed for many years. When you were young, you didn't pay attention to the root cause of the disease. I have a plaster here. Although it can't cure it, it can relieve the pain when it occurs."
Song Bowen looked at Zhao Nianhui with admiration.
I didn't expect that she could actually diagnose the disease.
It seems that he is not an ignorant person.
But just now I used a silver needle to prick him again.
This made Song Bowen feel a little worried.
Is there really something wrong with him?
I asked this question while thinking about it.
Zhao Nianhui nodded. "A normal person's pulse is even, smooth and powerful. Your pulse is deep and slow, and the flow is not smooth."
She noticed Song Bowen's breathing as soon as she came in.
The sound of breathing can also reveal a lot of information.
Song Bowen's breathing was quite heavy, but he himself did not notice it.
Excessive sweating on the face is an abnormal phenomenon.
Observe, listen, ask and feel, these are not empty words.
"Have you felt cold, sweaty, dizzy, or even half numb today?"
After hearing Zhao Nianhui's question, Song Bowen felt disappointed.
Oh no, I actually have all the symptoms she described.
But I just thought I was tired from work.
I went to the hospital and got another box of capsules, thinking it was nothing serious.
But looking at Zhao Nianhui's expression, it doesn't seem that simple.
"Just tell me, what disease do I have?" Song Bowen was silent for a while before asking.
"Don't worry if you have qi deficiency and blood deficiency. It's not a serious illness. Acupuncture combined with some Chinese medicine can adjust the circulation of qi and blood and improve the above symptoms."
Zhao Nianhui didn't keep anyone in suspense.
State the results and solutions honestly.
Although it is not a serious illness, if not treated in time, there is a chance of developing facial paralysis or hemiplegia.
Song Bowen, whose family has been engaged in traditional Chinese medicine business for many years, also knows this.
It wasn't until now that he finally understood.
Why does this girl feel so different?
She looks just like her younger self, with a light in her eyes, which means she has a kind of energy.
That is fighting spirit, drive and tenacity.
It comes from the bones.
Unfortunately, he no longer has that energy now.
Song Bowen sighed, "Oh, I'm really old. I'm just fooling around with growing these Chinese medicinal herbs."
He saw some medicinal herbs on Zhao Nianhui's house.
He already has most of them at home, and even if he doesn't, he can get them through his connections.
I have been treating patients in the hospital for many years.
But he neglected his body.
I don't even know when the problem will occur.
Today's young people are really admirable.
Be willing to accept defeat.
Song Bowen gave the box and the silver needle to Zhao Nianhui.
"No, this box I..."
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