Luo Jinzhong paused, looked at Xu Changsheng, his eyes were not so cold, and said expressionlessly: "It's a bit basic, but it's not enough to take on the Huichun Pavilion. Typhoid fever is a common disease, and it's nothing unusual to see it with the naked eye."
Xu Changsheng smiled: "You prescribe her 30 grams of gypsum, 30 grams of anemarrhena, 20 grams of licorice, 50 grams of japonica rice, boil one liter of water for half an hour, and then drain it."
"Take one dose in the morning and evening for seven days."
"Right?"
Luo Jinzhong's expression froze.
The patient's aunt, who was about to go to the counter to ask the clerk to get the medicine, stopped in her tracks and exclaimed: "You're so amazing, young man. It's word for word. Did you see this prescription with clairvoyance?"
Suddenly, the response in the medical clinic became enthusiastic.
This young man seems to have some skills!
It's not just rudeness.
"good."
Luo Jinzhong nodded, walked to an old man in his seventies, and took his pulse.
The old man looked unstable, was sweating, and rubbed his abdomen with his hands from time to time.
A minute later, Luo Jinzhong looked at Xu Changsheng: "Come and feel the pulse, and then tell me. By the way, the prescription I want to prescribe is already in my heart."
Xu Changsheng didn't even step forward to feel his pulse. He just glanced at the old man and said:
"Dampness-heat disease of the spleen, bitterness in the feet, coldness in the shins, hotness in the shins, fullness in the abdomen, trouble sleeping, strong tongue, heavy weight, yellow face, fullness and pain in the right hypochondrium, chapped lips, cold and heat like malaria."
"The prescription you want to prescribe must be Qingpi Decoction."
"Take Poria, orange peel, peeled grass fruit, six grams each of Atractylodes, ginseng, Guixin, Angelica dahurica, Zhigancao, Chuanxiong three grams each, pinellia nine grams..."
Xu Changsheng explained in great detail, as if he was familiar with thousands of diseases and countless prescriptions.
Everyone stared at Luo Jinzhong.
Everyone wanted to know if Xu Changsheng was right.
Then, seeing Luo Jinzhong's look of disbelief, everyone knew the result.
"That's right!"
"It's so amazing. You don't even need to check your pulse. You can tell clearly just by looking at it with your eyes!"
"This little brother is only in his twenties, but his medical skills are so good!"
Everyone was amazed.
Soon, Luo Jinzhong's expression became pleased: "It's really better than the old. I've seen it."
Xu Changsheng smiled faintly: "However, Mr. Luo's prescription is 90% accurate. If this patient takes this medicinal decoction, he will recover very slowly."
Luo Jinzhong's old face darkened: "I admit that you are very good. Little guy, don't be too young and arrogant. How dare you question me?"
His medical name is not obvious, but he has been immersed in traditional Chinese medicine for decades, although he is definitely not as good as the world-famous sage Jiao Linghe.
But not everyone can challenge it!
"Because you ignored that this patient was constipated."
Xu Changsheng said with a smile: "Qingpi Decoction is dissolved in the body. If it cannot be distributed in time and accumulates in the body, the effect will be greatly reduced."
Luo Jinzhong was startled.
"As long as you add a little more medicine, the problem will be solved."
Xu Changsheng picked up the pen and wrote two words: "Dahuang."
Luo Jinzhong was shocked, and after a long time he said sadly: "That's amazing..."
At this time, Zhou Kui finally came in after making a call and said bitterly: "Mr. Luo, my sister-in-law is on her way here. I still want to talk to you about the transfer fee again. Fifty million is really an exaggeration."
"Give me a thousand yuan." Luo Jinzhong interrupted directly: "Buy me a bottle of wine, and Huichun Pavilion will give it to you."