He has studied medical skills and pharmacology for decades, and has read medical books extensively. He thinks that there is no disease that he does not know about, but there are many things on the paper written by Miss Yang that he has never heard of. There are so many medical skills in this world that he does not have.
After studying, he was already in his twilight years, and he thought he had no regrets in this life and could die peacefully. But now that he saw this, he became afraid. He was afraid that he would not be able to learn so many exquisite medical skills before he died.
Are these the secret recipes hidden by the Yang family? Miss Yang said that she couldn't take pulses, so she relied on these to identify diseases? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.
Mr. Bai kept shaking his head, looking greedily at every word on the paper. The symptoms were so specific, so subtle, and without any ambiguity. It took a long time before Mr. Bai raised his head to look at Miss Yang, with extremely envious eyes in his eyes.
, He has studied hard for so many years, but he has not had such an opportunity to learn these things. He has never coveted other people's things, but now he wants to steal all the medical skills in Miss Yang's mind as his own.
After Yang Mo finished writing the last word, she pointed to the blank space and said, "This is for writing the second master's symptoms." When she raised her head, she found Mr. Bai standing next to her.
Yang Mo lowered her head to dry the ink and stood aside, "Mr. Bai needs to fill in the pulses of various diseases." No one can beat Mr. Bai when it comes to pulse conditions.
It took Mr. Bai a long time to calm down and pick up the pen. The pen couldn't help but tremble in his hand. This piece of paper is written. I don't know how many people will be shocked. There is also his handwriting on it. He should die just for this.
And no regrets.
Mr. Bai carefully wrote down the pulse, and the servants of the Yan family had already invited the doctor to diagnose the disease.
Yang Mo whispered: "How should I write down the illness of Mr. Yan?"
Mr. Yan Ge looked at Mr. Bai.
Mr. Bai's eyes showed longing, but in an instant he was suppressed by the sudden medical ethics, "I don't know this method of identifying symptoms."
Mr. Yan Ge was stunned in surprise. Even Mr. Bai couldn't do it. So what should we do? Even if there were diagnoses of other diseases and Brother Qiao's disease was not written on it, this... still wouldn't have any effect.
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Mr. Bai turned his head to look at Yang Mo. This action attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
"Since you are treating diseases and saving people, you must do your best. No one can identify the methods you come up with more accurately than you. It is still up to you to write these."
Mr. Bai's deep voice sounded, and a complicated expression appeared on Mrs. Yan's face. Miss Yang was a woman, how could she treat a strange man? If she said it, her reputation would be ruined, but without Miss Yang at the moment, no one could
I can't write these clearly.
Mrs. Yan gave Mr. Yan Ge a deep look.
Mr. Yan Ge slowly lowered his head and told his mother beside him, "When the doctors finish their diagnosis, have someone set up a screen and ask Miss Yang to come over and have a look."
Mom was surprised for a moment before she hurriedly responded.
It didn't take long for the doctors to withdraw one after another, and everyone gathered together to discuss the symptoms.
Yang Mo followed the servants into the east room, and through the screen she could see a person sitting on the official hat chair.
Several mothers in charge were guarding both sides of the screen, as if they were afraid that she would do something rude. Yang Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly. Standing across the screen was like hunting an ox across a mountain. Not to mention that she didn't have such ability, anyone else would be helpless.
The last time I was able to see the Crown Prince at the Dong family, it was because the Crown Prince was at a critical moment of life and death. Now the Yan family's elders are all here, and Master Yan only has a rash, so it's extremely difficult to get a face-to-face diagnosis.
Yang Mo looked at Qiu Tong, "Go and see if the doctor who treated you for rash is here."
The young man was straightforward and willing to believe what she said. Even though he was trying to diagnose the disease, he was still young and inconspicuous, and no one would notice him if he called out... It would be best to have him come to help.
Qiu Tong responded and went down with her mother beside her. After a while, Qiu Tong walked back quickly and nodded to Yang Mo.
The steward's mother led the young man into the house, and Yang Mo sat at the red sandalwood painting table and picked up her pen.
"First check where the rash appears?"
The young doctor heard the sound and hurriedly went to see it.
"You don't have to look, it's on your arm." A slow, determined voice came from the room.
Only on the arms, "Is the rash symmetrical?"
The young doctor couldn't understand.
Yang Mo changed the word, "Are there any patterns in the rash? The left and right sides of the same area are roughly the same size and shape."
The young man looked down for a long time, and seemed to have discovered something and said hurriedly: "It seems..."
Yang Mo was startled. At first she thought it was pityriasis rosea, but this kind of rash was scattered and irregular.
Yang Mo paused slightly and then asked: "What color is the rash? Is the edge clear?" Yang Mo raised her head and saw the young doctor reaching out to touch it.
Miss Yang had said before that Mr. Bai could identify rashes by pressing the surface of the rash with his hands. Shen Weiyan carefully stretched out his hand and was about to touch the rash when he felt a strong force pull up his arm. He raised his head and saw Yan Yan
eyes and frown.
"I haven't identified the disease yet, so who told you to touch it with your hands?"
Yang Mo watched as the young man's expression changed from surprise and worry to purple, and he quickly lowered his head to remove the white collar from washing.
The doctor was dressed simply and plainly, and the things in the consultation box next to him were arranged in an orderly manner. He seemed to be very calm and solemn on weekdays. He probably didn't expect that she would come out from behind the screen. He was frightened and was a little overwhelmed, so he didn't argue with her.
His arms only moved weakly.
Yang Mo let go of her hands, and Shen Weiyan immediately put his hands on his knees neatly, "I just remembered Mr. Bai's method of identifying rash."
The housekeeper's mother hurriedly followed and asked Yang Mo to come back behind the screen.
After all, he had already walked out, so how could he not take a look at the rash on Mr. Yan’s arms?
"In the future, if you see a rash that looks like oozing or ulceration, you should not touch it directly with your hands. Most of these rashes will be infected. As a doctor, even if you ignore it, you can't get rid of it until the symptoms are diagnosed.
Infected."
Shen Weiyan hurriedly nodded, "Next time... I won't dare to be so... rash."
Yang Mo lowered her head to take a closer look at Mr. Yan's rash.
Mrs. Yan came in and said, "The imperial doctor wants documents for disease diagnosis." When she saw Yang Mo coming out of the screen, she was startled.
Yang Mo walked back to the painting desk, filled out the rest and handed it to Mrs. Yan.
"What kind of disease is it?" Mrs. Yan asked in a low voice.
Yang Mo shook her head and thought carefully about why she always felt that something was wrong.
********************************* I felt uncomfortable with my stomach and intestines today. I held my stomach and took a lot of medicine, and finally felt better.
If you roll around and act cute, you will be rewarded with rice dumplings and kites.