About twenty minutes later, secretary Xiaoqiu came back.
He was holding a bowl with rice soup in his hand and two small bags.
Qin Fan took it.
Said: "Mr. Anderson, please come over with a basin of water and a bowl."
Anderson turned around and went to get it.
Qin Fan put the rice soup on the coffee table and poured the brown powder from one of his pockets into the empty bowl.
"Mr. Pearson, this is medicine. It can cure your sweating."
Anderson looked at the browned powder and looked carefully, "Mr. Qin, what kind of substance is this?"
Qin Fan knew that the other party would ask.
He poured another bag into the water next to it, and what came out was some wheat.
A lot of wheat floats on the surface, and some sinks to the bottom of the basin.
In foreign affairs missions, there are regulations that medicinal materials must be transparent. This is mainly to avoid misunderstandings about treating diseases.
Qin Fan specially asked Xiao Qiu to prepare two copies.
"Mr. Qin, are you saying that this powder is wheat?"
Walter Raphael asked in surprise.
Qin Fan glanced at the other party and said, "Yes, but it is made from wheat floating on the water, fried until brown, and then ground into powder."
"This...this is all discarded wheat. It is used for livestock. How can it be used to treat diseases?"
Walter Raphael couldn't believe it and clenched his fists in excitement.
Anderson didn't understand either.
Qin Fan sneered and said: "Dr. Raphael, since you think this can't cure the disease, then use something that can."
Suddenly, Walter Raphael's face turned red.
If it can be cured, why bother coming to China to seek traditional Chinese medicine.
In fact, this kind of shriveled wheat floating on the water is really a traditional Chinese medicine, called floating wheat.
There is a very famous little recipe in "Health Treasures" called Dusheng San.
The original text states: “Cure night sweats and persistent constipation.
Floating wheat does not matter.
Stir-fry the charcoal with Wenwu fire until it becomes fine powder.
Take 2 qian each time, drink the soup and mix it down, it is better to take it frequently."
"Compendium of Materia Medica" also records that "the smell is sweet, salty, cold, and non-toxic.
It is mainly used to replenish qi and remove heat, stop spontaneous sweating and night sweats, bone steaming deficiency and heat, and women's labor fever."
Floating wheat was first used as medicine in "Compendium of Materia Medica".
In traditional Chinese medicine, sweating is divided into spontaneous sweating and night sweats.
The so-called spontaneous sweating refers to sweating during the day, sweating even when not moving, and sweating profusely when moving. The characteristic is that there is no sweating at night.
Symptoms include palpitation, fatigue, shortness of breath, chest tightness, etc.
This is Pearson's current symptoms.
Night sweats mean that you don’t sweat much during the day, but you sweat a lot when you fall asleep at night.
The greatest effect of Floating Wheat is that it can cure both spontaneous sweating due to qi deficiency and night sweats due to yin deficiency.
Zhang Zhongjing also uses floating wheat in the "Ganmai Dazao Decoction" used to treat menopausal women's irritability.
It's a pity that Europeans never understand what Chinese medicine is.
The medicine Floating Wheat is used in Chinese medicine for its rising and floating Qi.
If we use modern science and technology, chemical analysis will never be able to explain it, but the clinical practice of traditional Chinese medicine does have the above effects.
This is the magic of Chinese medicine.
But they didn't know that Xiaoqiu could find wheat so quickly.
It was really found temporarily by the chicken coop behind the hotel. If Pearson and Watt Raphael knew about it, I'm afraid they would be even more angry.
Seeing Walter Raphael, Qin Fan asked him and was speechless.
Anderson, who does not understand medicine, has no power to refute.
Pearson nodded, "I'll give it a try."
Qin Fan nodded with a smile, mixed wheat flour with rice water, formed it into the size of two glutinous rice balls, and let him drink it.
Pearson was used to eating delicate food, and it was difficult to swallow such vulgar food.
There is no smell at all, but it is very weird.
Finally, I swallowed forcefully.
On the other side, a military jeep parked at the entrance of Bian Que Hall.
Two sharp-eyed and majestic soldiers got out of the car, one of them was Zhang Feng.
He walked into Bian Que Hall with his mobile phone in his hand.
I glanced around but didn't see Qin Fan.
He saw that Han Ling had just finished diagnosing a patient.
Then he walked over and said, "Ling'er, where is your brother-in-law?"
"Oh, it's Brother Feng. My brother-in-law is on a mission today."
Han Ling said.
"Haha, what I'm saying is, why is no one answering the phone? It's probably because it's on silent mode."
"Oh, Ling'er, come and help him take a look."
Zhang Feng smiled.
Only then did Han Ling notice the soldier next to Zhang Feng, a senior colonel, who was in his thirties, had a Chinese character face, wheat-colored skin, and sharp eyes.
The other party was looking at her, as if doubting that there was such a young female doctor.
Han Ling is indeed young, not yet 23 years old.
After giving birth to a child, I gained more charm as a mature woman.
"Okay, I don't have any patients here, please take a seat!"
Han Ling stretched out his hand and made an invitation.
Zhang Feng said: "This is my chief of staff. He was injured during training before and he has been suffering from back pain."
"I escorted him here today, oh, his name is Zheng Jianning."
Han Ling opened the prescription paper and wrote down the name.
He asked casually: "How old are you?"
"30 years old."
Zheng Jianning said, and then added: "I am not yet 31 years old."
Han Ling pursed his lips and smiled.
"Let me take your pulse."
Zheng Jianning stretched out his right hand and Zhang Feng stabbed him.
"Left hand first, you don't understand men's left and women's right."
Zheng Jianning quickly switched to his left hand and placed it on the pulse pillow.
Han Ling put three little fingers on it and tasted it carefully.
"How were you injured at that time?"
she asked.
"Haha, I accidentally fell off the horizontal bar."
Zheng Jianning said with a smile.
Han Ling quickly finished the pulse diagnosis and said, "Let me check the tongue coating."
She was relatively petite, so she stood up, turned on the small flashlight, and moved around.
A faint scent of perfume entered Zheng Jianning's nostrils.
Han Ling looked at it carefully and said, "Okay, take off your shirt. I want to check it."
Suddenly, Zheng Jianning felt a little embarrassed.
Han Ling pursed her lips and smiled, "I am the doctor and you are the patient."
Zhang Feng poked Zheng Jianning again, "What's wrong with you today? You're so annoying."
Zheng Jianning had no choice but to awkwardly take off his shirt, exposing all his tendons.
Not to mention, soldiers exercise well, their muscles are very developed, and their wheat-colored skin is full of strength.
"Where does it hurt?"
"here."
Zheng Jianning pointed out the painful area with his backhand.
Han Ling checked it one by one and found that it was the left and right muscles of the back.
After the examination, she said: "Brother Feng, this is caused by blocked Qi and blood stasis."
"The old injury in the past was not completely healed, resulting in long-term muscle fatigue."
Zhang Feng patted Zheng Jianning and said, "Look, I said there will be problems sooner or later."
He asked Han Ling again, "Ling'er, how should we treat it?"
Han Ling said: "It is best to use acupuncture and massage."
Zheng Jianning frowned, "Do you need acupuncture every day?"
He was worried that acupuncture would affect his work, so he was naturally unwilling to go back and forth.
Han Ling pursed her lips and smiled again.
"No, you only come here every Friday for acupuncture. At other times, you have to insist on having other people help you apply the liquid and massage."
"Haha, that's pretty much it."
Zheng Jianning nodded.
Han Ling sat down and prescribed several bottles of medicine for bruises.
"Xiaoling, come here."
Han Ling waved.
"Miss, what's the matter?"
Nurse Xiaoling ran over.
"You help Mr. Zheng get the medicine."
Han Ling handed the prescription to nurse Xiaoling.