"Of course, let tell you, if it wasn’t for my father’s liver cancer taking him early, with my current Chinese dicine skills, even if not curing him, using special acupuncture points with moxibustion plus herbal prescription, it wouldn’t be a problem to keep him around a few more years compared to Western dicine."
Hearing Zhang Lingchuan say the other person was a filial son,
Yu Xinggui suddenly looked very gratified and moved.
After all, many netizens on Weibo and TikTok were saying he was harming his own mother.
Finally, today soone believed in him and recognized him.
"Uh..."
Seeing the other person riding up the pole,
and seemingly genuinely thinking he was extrely filial, Zhang Lingchuan hesitated.
Isn’t it obvious to my buddy that I’m being sarcastic!
"But Dr. Zhang, you’re missing the point here, it’s not about discussing my filial piety, you’re helping my mother with her illness, do you know what illness my mother has?"
Yu Xinggui looked at Zhang Lingchuan.
The resentnt he had earlier seed to vanish after thinking he’d been praised, replaced by a sense of satisfaction.
"Look at your mother, she’s thin, her complexion is dark, her face has spots, the tongue texture is a bit pale, and there are teeth marks on the tongue edge, it’s typical of insufficient qi and blood circulation, spleen and kidney deficiency. Through the pulse examination, I found the pulse was thin, deep, deduced from sitting in a wheelchair that the limbs are numb, especially the legs, I deduce at least thirty years of diabetes, right?"
Zhang Lingchuan asked at this mont.
The specific illness was already identified; he could only say nonsense! It’s really just nonsense!
"Diabetes!!"
"This old lady actually has diabetes? And for thirty years!!"
"Isn’t diabetes a chronic disease? How did the hospital sentence her to death, and this miracle doctor save her?"
"Don’t know, the old lady and her son haven’t confird it yet, there’s a possibility of guessing wrong."
In the clinic.
Upon hearing Zhang Lingchuan talk about diabetes, everyone started debating.
Since now diabetes is prevalent, even so pet owners’ family mbers have had it too.
It’s just that they’re puzzled because according to modern dicine, diabetes should be treatable, as a chronic disease requiring long-term dication.
How could she be sentenced to death?
And online, there were thoughts similar to those of the pet owners in the clinic, their gaze fell on the mother and son.
They wanted to know if it was guessed wrong.
"Son, this Chinese doctor is amazing, he, he just identified my illness by feeling my pulse."
At this mont, the old lady’s voice was sowhat excited.
She heard Zhang Lingchuan reveal her illness, even bringing up the thirty-plus years of suffering, feeling incredibly unbelievable, truly her son’s remarkable Chinese doctor.
"Mom, that’s why I said this Dr. Zhang, although he doesn’t understand the pharmacology of Chinese dicine, or even won’t prescribe and treat, his diagnosis skills through observation, listening, and questioning are indeed high, see, he can discern at a glance you have diabetes, and for over thirty years."
Mr. Yu Xinggui seed quite satisfied with Zhang Lingchuan at this mont.
Because of the mother’s diabetes, he now felt he could probably tell who had diabetes too.
But abilities like Dr. Zhang’s, seeing even the specific duration of the illness, truly couldn’t be matched.
"Yeah."
The old lady nodded.
And the surrounding chatter resud.
It really was diabetes.
anwhile, they admired Dr. Zhang’s abilities, discerning everything from just feeling the pulse without even a consultation.
"As a Chinese dicine practitioner, every ti I see Dr. Zhang test the pulse, I fall into deep self-doubt thinking why I chose Chinese dicine without talent?"
"Indeed, often in discerning diseases by observation, listening, and questioning, capable old Chinese doctors might manage observation, listening, and cutting, but his accurate abilities make people question life."
"Enough, even the National dical Master is baffled..."
In the live stream.
Young Chinese dicine practitioners suffered a blow.
Whereas old friends of Chinese dicine, the National dical Master felt itchy hands.
Even felt like embarking on a side-by-side diagnosis with one patient.
On site, Spring Cos Again Clinic.
"Dr. Zhang, after testing your diagnostic skills, they’re very strong, and you’ve passed my approval, I think if we can collaborate with you diagnosing and prescribing, maybe soday we’ll be renowned for healing the world, wouldn’t that be a great story."
As his mother’s words fell, Yu Xinggui showed enthusiasm in inviting Zhang Lingchuan.
He indeed had this idea.
Actually, he’d also researched.
Many young Chinese doctors fear prescribing, out of fear of mistakes.
And like him, there was absolutely no fear, rather enjoynt in prescribing.
So it could exactly complent Dr. Zhang.
"?"
"Big face!"
"Oh my, Chinese dicine and you can’t even diagnose, what’s the use of prescribing!"
"It’s like saying you can fill in answers without understanding the exam, buddy you’re making an international joke."
"Look at Dr. Zhang’s expression, it’s amusing, like saying ’buddy, are you a prankster sent by monkeys?’"
"Can’t bla Dr. Zhang, prescribing dicine requires caution because it can kill."
"If you want to go to jail, do it alone, don’t drag our Dr. Zhang into it!!"
After his words, the live stream was full of scorn towards this Yu Xinggui, irrespective of Chinese dicine.
After all, normal people know that as a doctor, you haven’t even understood diagnosis, how can you prescribe dicine, remote herbal prescription?"
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