Xinglin lives on the first floor. There are two consultation tables on the first floor, with Chen Yu on one side and Mr. Zhao on the other.
But what's embarrassing is that there is a long queue at Mr. Zhao's side, and there is no one at Chen Yu's side.
It’s no wonder these people, after all, Chen Yu looks young, and Chinese medicine becomes more and more popular as he gets older, because a lot of experience cannot be taught and needs to be accumulated over many years.
So no one can trust Chen Yu.
"Everyone, move over there. This young man's medical skills are very good, better than mine." Zhao Laoyi saw that there were more and more people and put down the pen in his hand.
But he called a few times, but he didn't come over.
Chen Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shouted to an aunt: "Auntie, come to my side, there's a long queue over there."
"Who are you calling auntie? I am not yet fifty this year, and I am still as beautiful as a flower when I am in my forties. You call me auntie?" The aunt suddenly became furious, and she turned around and shouted displeased.
"Sorry, sorry." Chen Yu quickly apologized: "Sister, my medical skills are very good."
"If you have a hairless mouth, you won't be able to do things well." The aunt rolled her eyes at Chen Yu and continued to line up.
Chen Yu was speechless. It seemed that he couldn't do anything without showing his hands. He glanced at a young man who looked skinny and in a bad mental state, then stepped forward and said, "Brother, do you want to see a doctor?"
"Don't watch, I'll join in the fun." The young man glanced at Chen Yu. He felt that Chen Yu was like a doctor and shook his head.
"You don't need to be diagnosed with your illness. You have kidney yin deficiency. After you go back, take Liuwei Dihuang Pills and you'll be fine in a week." Chen Yu said with a smile.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm still a college student. I'm not married yet and I don't have a girlfriend. How can I have kidney deficiency?" The young man was stunned for a moment, then said angrily.
"It is a big taboo to avoid medical treatment for a disease." Chen Yu said seriously: "And your situation is due to insufficient kidney qi and kidney yin deficiency. Remember, the small one will be happy, and the big one will be wiped out."
"Ah, what are you talking about? You are ruining my character." The young man was taken aback.
"Even if you go to Mr. Zhao to see the result, the result will be the same. Moreover, there are particularities in this matter. Men are on the left and women are on the right. I can't help but use my left hand in the future. The right hand is Yin and is not good for the health." Chen Yu said.
"You, how do you know I use my right hand?" The young man was shocked.
"Observe Qi." Chen Yu pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down a prescription: "I haven't gotten married yet and I'm looking for a girlfriend. If I continue like this, it will be useless. The theory of Yin and Yang has something to say, solitary Yin cannot grow, solitary Yang cannot give birth, and both sexes
Pay attention to the balance of yin and yang, find a girlfriend as soon as possible, don't be single anymore."
"I'm ugly and I can't find a girlfriend." Chen Yu mentioned the young man's sadness. He pointed at the pimples on his face and said with a sad face: "How can I find someone with my appearance?"
"You are suffering from an imbalance of yin and yang. Take this prescription after decoction in water and it will be cured in three days." Chen Yu pulled off the prescription and handed it to him.
"Really? Thank you so much." The young man was overjoyed, took Chen Yu's recipe, bowed repeatedly, and then left overjoyed.
"This little friend's medical skills seem to be good. Young man, can you tell his illness without taking his pulse?" An old man on the side said, coughing and out of breath.
"Of course, the old man has been coughing for several months. When it is severe, he even coughs up blood. He cannot be cured even after seeking medical treatment?" Chen Yu said with a slight smile.
"That's right, young man, what's the status of my illness?" The old man gasped: "I have been to the hospital and hospital, but nothing has improved."
"If you are right, the hospital diagnosed bronchitis." Chen Yu smiled and said, "Have you ever seen a Chinese medicine doctor?"
"If he had seen a Chinese medicine doctor, he would have been cured long ago." At this moment, Zhou Hongru's voice came over: "Old man, you should go to our Mingshun Medical Hall. Our Mingshun Medical Hall will treat you for free.
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Chen Yu turned around and saw that Zhou Hongru had not left yet, and several of his disciples were holding flyers to distribute.
"It's not just you. Now you can get a 50% discount on medicines if you go to our Mingshun Medical Hall." Zhou Hongru said loudly: "If you are interested, you can go and get a number now."
Zhou Hongru was deliberately causing trouble. With his voice, more than a dozen people rushed to his disciples to register and get their numbers.
"Mr. Zhou, it's inappropriate for you to do this." Zhao Anran said angrily: "You just want to cause trouble."
"Haha, the road is facing the sky, everyone goes to one side. You look at your disease, and I look at mine. Don't interfere with each other." Zhou Hongru sneered, and then said to the coughing old man: "Old man, go ahead, we are Mingshun Medical Hall
You have such a good reputation, you can go to see me and it will be cured."
"Fuck you." The old man didn't accept Zhou Hongru's kindness and said angrily: "It's not like I haven't been there before? The cost of medical treatment is more expensive than going to a big hospital, and the medicine I got has no effect."
"Who did you go to for diagnosis?" Zhou Hongru was stunned and looked a little embarrassed.
"It's just your number. You showed it to me. I bought it from a scalper. It cost me thousands. It's useless." The old man became more and more angry as he spoke.
"Come on, let me diagnose you again." Zhou Hongru couldn't lose face, so he couldn't ruin his reputation.
"No, if you are right, the symptom you diagnosed for the old man last time was exogenous wind-cold syndrome. Use San'ao Decoction to dispel wind and cold, resolve phlegm and relieve cough." Chen Yu smiled.
"Is there a problem? Even if I diagnose his symptoms again, they are still exogenous wind-cold symptoms, and they are accompanied by signs of whooping cough. There is no problem with San'ao Decoction." Zhou Hongru said angrily: "I have a long history of traditional Chinese medicine.
It’s been a hundred years, could I be wrong?”
"I'm sorry, you really got it wrong." Chen Yu laughed, and he wrote down a recipe: "Old man, take this traditional Chinese medicine and mix it with chrysanthemum and wolfberry when you go home. Drink ten cups of it in a thermos cup every day, and you will be fine in three days.
No more coughing."
"Ah, is this true?" The old man looked at Chen Yu with some doubts and disbelief.
"Haha, I really didn't know that coughing was related to chrysanthemum and wolfberry." Zhou Hongru laughed: "It's just a quack."
"Yeah, how can you use chrysanthemum to cure a cough?" The old man also didn't believe it.
"Do you smoke and drink constantly?" Chen Yu asked.
"This...yes." The old man nodded.
"That's it. It's definitely unrealistic to advise you to quit smoking and drinking. So I drink wolfberry water every day to occupy my stomach, and then use this traditional Chinese medicine as a guide. I guarantee that you will feel sick when you smell the smell of alcohol and cigarettes in three days. Once you quit smoking and drinking, you will feel better.
A cough will heal on its own without medical treatment.”
"So that's it." The old man suddenly realized, he nodded repeatedly and said: "I have been smoking and drinking for decades, it's time to quit. Thank you young man, I will go back and try."
"You're welcome." Chen Yu smiled and said, "If it doesn't work, come to me and I will kneel down in public to apologize."
"Okay." The old man nodded. He took the prescription and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Zhou Hongru and said, "Quack doctors only make money."
"You..." Zhou Hongru was so angry that his face turned red, but there was nothing he could do.
"Help, help!" A panicked voice came from the queue.
Chen Yu, Zhao Anran and Mr. Zhao quickly went over to see the situation and saw a couple of migrant workers running over in a panic with a child in their arms. The child was five or six years old and had already passed out. The child's father was wrapping his wounds in clothes.