In the fifth workshop of the steel rolling mill, Li Guohua, a third-level worker who was working, felt his stomach roaring again, and quickly explained to his colleagues and ran to the toilet.

"Li Guohua! When is it time for me? You're going to work hard for me!" The workshop director happened to come in. When he saw Li Guohua running out with his stomach covering his stomach, he was furious and pointed at Li Guohua and cursed.

"Director Wang, I really have diarrhea!"

"You are a damn diarrhea. You have been suffering from diarrhea for almost a year. I will treat you this problem today.

Pull it into my pants and you are not allowed to go to the bathroom!

If you dare to go, I will be considered as absent from work today!" Wang Changhe cursed.

In Wang Changhe's view, Li Guohua is just using shit to be lazy.

I have seen diarrhea, but I have never seen diarrhea a year, four or five times a day, which is really standard.

It turned out that he didn't know anything like him, so he turned a blind eye, but now it's the end of the year and the production task is heavy.

The factory leaders proposed the slogan of working hard for 100 days and annual output exceeding 200,000 tons.

For this reason, the factory logistics department has put in full effort and found ways to improve everyone's life, two meat dishes a week and one meat dish the other day.

The production tasks in the factory are already so urgent. Li Guohua still has to play shit escape. How could Wang Changhe not be angry?

"Director Wang, I really have diarrhea. If you don't believe me, follow me to see you! I'm not just for being lazy. I'm going to lie to others and I won't die a good death!" Li Guohua was almost crying in a hurry, explaining quickly, and even swearing a poisonous oath.

If you don’t go, it’s too late, and it’s about to pull it out.

"Director Wang, Lao Li really had diarrhea. He took a lot of medicine and it has not worked very well." A coworker next to him was good at Li Guohua testified for him.

"Li Guohua, your special mother won't go to the hospital if she is sick? Take the medicine yourself, do you think you are a doctor?

Go quickly!

I'll give you half a day off in the morning, so hurry up and go to the hospital for a check-up!" Wang Changhe saw that Li Guohua's expression was not like a lie, so he waved his hand and asked him to go to the bathroom quickly.

Now the workers are the masters of the country. Although he is the workshop director, he dare not force them too ruthlessly.

"Thank you, Director!" Li Guohua ran towards the toilet with his legs clamped.

After a refreshing moment, Li Guohua slowly walked out of the toilet.

Li Guohua has been suffering from this disease for more than a year and has taken a lot of medicine. At the beginning, it took several days, but it returned to its original state.

Later, Li Guohua simply stopped taking medicine. He felt worried. Could he have had a bad disease?

Because his stool was bleeding, and his pus and blood were still there, and when he was defecating, his whole buttock hurt.

This made Li Guohua even more worried that he really had a bad disease.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go to the hospital, but he doesn’t dare to go to the hospital.

He was afraid that he would really have a bad disease.

If he had that kind of illness at his age, it would be over.

It’s not that you can’t afford to see a doctor, it’s that you can’t afford to die.

He is over thirty or forty years old this year, and he is the age of having old age and young. He really can't afford to die and dare not die.

Li Guohua even had plans to die in the workshop and in the factory.

In that case, at least the factory can give more compensation for the sake of his death in the workshop.

Now, the workshop director got angry and gave him half a day off to see a doctor.

Li Guohua from a large hospital dared not go to, so he could only go to the factory clinic and get some medicine to deal with it!

I don't know when this day will be.

At the beginning, Li Guohua was still very afraid of death, afraid that he would die. His wife was alone with several children and an elderly person, how could he survive?

Now, Li Guohua is a little looking forward to it. Let’s die soon. This kind of life is really uncomfortable.

Li Guohua came to the infirmary with a complicated mood.

"Doctor, I have diarrhea, prescribe some medicine for me!" Li Guohua sat down and asked Zhang Yan directly.

Zhang Yan has become accustomed to this. Many patients like to treat themselves and then prescribe medicine for themselves.

‘Doctor, why are I not good? Give me some medicine.’

"I'll take a look for you first!" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

While speaking, he carefully observed Li Guohua's face.

"Give me your hand, I'll take your pulse."

"Doctor, don't be so troublesome. Just get me some diarrhea medicine." Li Guohua urged impatiently.

The reason why I chose Zhang Yan not to go to another room is that I see Zhang Yan young and should be easy to talk to.

"Brother, look, I am a new doctor and need more exercise.

Anyway, you have also asked for leave, so let me count my pulse and exercise!

I'll give you two more sick leave slips." Zhang Yan smiled gently and discussed with Li Guohua.

"Okay! I won't need a sick leave note! Anyway, I've also asked for a morning leave, so you can take a good look for it!" Li Guohua was asked in such a soft voice and felt embarrassed to refuse again.

Zhang Yan put his hand on Li Guohua's wrist and savored it carefully. His pulse was stringy and strong, which was the main proof.

"Please open my mouth and I'll take a look at the tongue coating." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"good!"

Li Guohua was very pleased. As Zhang Yan said, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

The tongue is red and yellow.

"Okay!" Zhang Yan nodded at Li Guohua with a smile.

"That's good? Don't check anything else? For example, listen to that thing..." Li Guohua was very dissatisfied with Zhang Yan's examination so quickly, and pointed to the stethoscope and suggested to Zhang Yan.

"No, brother, I am a Chinese medicine doctor. I explain four diagnosis, looking, listening, asking and touching.

As soon as you come in, I will give you a consultation, and after you sit down, I took my pulse. This is a diagnosis. What I want to give you a consultation next." Zhang Yan explained with a smile.

"Okay! This is the first time I have met a Chinese medicine doctor like this young. Please ask!" Li Guohua still had a good impression of Zhang Yan. After hearing his words, he said with a smile.

"Brother, how long have you been having diarrhea?"

"It's been over a year!"

"After more than a year, do you have bloody stools and pus now?"

"Yes! When I have diarrhea, not only does it have bloody stools but also pus, but also when I get tired, it hurts like I have torn it down." Li Guohua cooperated to tell his condition.

"Brother, you are not in harmony with the spleen, stomach, qi and blood, and are accompanied by the real evil of Yangming stagnation. If the evil accumulates, you cannot stop diarrhea.

In Western medicine, it is chronic dysentery.

It’s not a serious illness. If you go to the hospital early, you won’t have to suffer such a long time.” Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Isn't it a serious illness? Doctor, will you see a doctor? I have diarrhea and have pus and blood. Isn't it a serious illness?

Pulling pus and blood, do you know?" Li Guohua shouted at Zhang Yan angrily.

"Brother, don't be excited!" Zhang Yan smiled gently.

This condition of Li Guohua is also one of the symptoms.

If the pulse is stringy and strong, the spleen, stomach, qi and blood are not in harmony, and people will feel anxious and irritable.

Moreover, after hearing what Li Guohua had just said, Zhang Yan basically understood that the elder brother in front of him always thought he had some serious illness.

For example, diseases such as bowel cancer.

Now, Zhang Yan suddenly said that he was not a serious illness, so Li Guohua naturally could not accept it.

I have had diarrhea for more than a year, and I am even ready to die. Do you tell me it’s not a serious illness?

No one can accept it.

This is also a very normal situation. Patients often cannot accept that they have a serious illness. Once they know that they have a serious illness, they will collapse instantly.

There was hope for treatment, but because the patient had mental breakdown, he completely lost the hope for treatment.

There is another situation, which is a situation like Li Guohua, who has accepted his fate and is ready to die.

As a result, I was told that I had no major illness, just a small cold and a small diarrhea.

It can also cause mental breakdown.

"I will prescribe a pair of Chinese medicine for you to cook it for the nurse. After you finish drinking it, it will take effect immediately.

Drink a medicine in three times. The first time you take the medicine, you will have a laxative. You will get your stomach up again, and it will be very sticky and smelly. This is the evil poison accumulated in your stomach.

The first thing to take is to let you excrete evil poisons in your stomach.

Next, after three hours, after taking the second medication, your diarrhea will be relieved. After taking the third medication, your disease will basically be cured.

Take two more medicines and consolidate them and you will be completely cured." Zhang Yan said to Li Guohua confidently.

At this time, the doctor's confidence is very important. If you don't have confidence yourself, where does the patient get the confidence?
To be continued...