"Okay!" An Xiaoxing quickly brought over a band-aid.
Qin Fan used iodine tincture to disinfect the broken skin area, and then put a band-aid on it.
"Brother, it's okay, you can feel it." Qin Fan said with a smile.
Old Liu got up and took in the feeling carefully.
"It's amazing. I don't feel the pressure I felt at the beginning, and the place is much more comfortable."
"Well, you are right to feel this way. By tomorrow, all your symptoms will disappear." Qin Fan said.
"Mr. Qin, do you still need to take medicine? Will it relapse?" Lao Liu asked.
"You don't need to take medicine, and there will be no recurrence. Of course, you have to pay attention to your diet and lifestyle in the future."
"Be careful not to get wet today, do you understand?"
"I understand, thank you Mr. Qin."
Later, Lao Liu went to check out happily.
"How about it? I'll just say that I practice Chinese medicine. You are always biased and you still force me to get a knife."
"Traditional Chinese medicine is inherited from our ancestors. The so-called slow doctor is also a relative term. Do you understand?"
As Lao Liu walked, he scolded his woman.
After hearing his words, everyone couldn't help laughing.
Hearing everyone's laughter, the woman blushed, lowered her head and remained silent.
"Okay, let's all do our own thing." Qin Fan smiled.
"Teacher Leng, Xiaoze, please come and sit in my office."
The three of them came to Qin Fan's office.
Xiao Wen gave Leng Shuang Ning, Ozawa Oriji brought tea and exited calmly.
"Mr. Qin, I'm very curious, how did you tell that the other person had hemorrhoids at a glance?"
Yes, this is Oriji Ozawa’s confusion.
Qin Fan smiled and glanced at Leng Shuangning, who also had a listening look.
The four diagnostic methods of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) were originally invented by the ancestor Bian Que.
Qin Fan comes from a heritage, so he naturally has a different understanding.
"Traditional Chinese medicine expects four types of diagnosis: smelling, inquiry, cutting, and inspection. Inspection ranks first. This is not a random move."
"The so-called hope is to see. Specifically, it is the doctor's observation of the patient's words and expressions."
"This includes the patient's appearance, face, physical condition, expression, behavior, inadvertent movements, etc."
"When the patient first entered the hospital, he was arguing with the woman about whether to have surgery, and he specifically mentioned that it was a minor problem."
"Secondly, the patient felt a little awkward walking. He said he couldn't sit down and felt uncomfortable, etc."
"These are preliminary information for us. Comprehensive analysis can naturally lead to the approximate symptoms of the other party."
After hearing what Qin Fan said, Ozawa Oriji replayed the process in his mind and found that it was really the case.
From this aspect, it can be seen that Qin Fan was able to observe details very keenly in such a short period of time, which shows his meticulous thinking.
Oriji Ozawa said with some emotion: "There are many stories in traditional Chinese medicine allusions. Most people think that diagnosing the pulse with silk thread is the highest level."
"After hearing what Mr. Qin said, I feel that the highest level is medical consultation."
Qin Fan smiled. Every time he was with Ozawa, he would discuss Chinese medicine.
"Actually, the hanging silk pulse diagnosis is also based on the first three diagnoses."
Qin Fan said: "Smell diagnosis among the four diagnostic methods of inspection, smell, inquiry, and incision has two meanings, namely hearing with the ears and smelling with the nose."
"Listen to the patient's voice, breathing, footsteps, etc., and then use your nose to sense the patient's body odor from a certain distance."
"It's easy to understand when you ask for a diagnosis. You get the approximate cause of the disease from the patient's self-report and conversation."
"So, the hanging silk pulse diagnosis is just a method of taking the pulse, but the props used are mysterious."
"Especially in ancient times, men and women were not allowed to be intimate with each other, and it was even more taboo in the palace. There were usually personal maids and eunuchs who would tell the illness orally."
"Those imperial doctors had to go through the first three consultations in advance to know the details in detail before they could treat the emperor's concubine."
"If there is no foundation laid by the first three diagnoses, how can you diagnose the pulse with a thread? A hundred heads are not enough for the emperor to cut off."
Ozawa Oriji and Leng Shuangning both laughed. Ozawa drank some water and continued.
"There are many legends and stories about traditional Chinese medicine, such as smelling and diagnosing from a distance, looking at a person's face, making a silver needle remove eye nebula, and willow wood setting bones, etc. It seems that they are not groundless."
"Of course not. Many stories are based on them, not all of them are fabricated..."
Just as he was talking, a patient came to the door, and Qin Fan ended the discussion on this topic.
Seeing that Qin Fan had something to do, Leng Shuangning said goodbye, but Ozawa Oriji could only give up without saying anything.
After dinner, Xiaowen made an excuse and walked towards the river embankment.
The river embankment in Haizhou is known as the Haizhou Bund.
The lights on both sides of the strait are reflected in the river, which is colorful. The bridge connecting the two sides of the strait looks like a golden bridge spanning time and space against the backdrop of neon lights.
From a distance, Xiaowen saw Leng Shuangning sitting on a chair.
He walked over and sat down naturally.
"Senior Suzaku, I'm here." Xiao Wen whispered.
"Hmm~"
"Tell me what's going on with Lao Hua from the medical clinic?" Leng Shuangning did not read the article.
Lao Hua? Xiao Wen was a little confused and didn’t know what Zhuque meant.
Ten thousand question marks appeared in his mind, but he still explained in detail how Lao Hua entered the medical clinic.
"Mr. Qin, he has a good heart. It seems that I am too nervous." Leng Shuangning smiled.
Could she not be nervous? She had lost her son once before, and now she would not allow any unreliable factors to appear around Qin Fan.
It's just that no one knows.
"Senior Suzaku, Lao Hua is a very ordinary person. I have observed him many times after coming to the hospital," Xiao Wen said.
"Hmm~ He's not the best, maybe I'm paranoid."
Xiaowen was confused and had no idea what Suzaku was talking about.
The two chatted together for half an hour, and then Xiaowen left.
Leng Shuangning admired the river scenery on both sides of the river, but her thoughts were far away.
Shadow is a very mysterious organization in China. It has a commander at the top and four generals named after the four mythical beasts.
Who the coach is, no one has ever seen his true face.
Someone once said that the coach is a man with a thousand faces. The so-called man with a thousand faces means that what you see every time is not his true face.
Or an old man, a woman, a middle-aged man, or a young man.
This kind of change is not the kind of disguise in the secular world, but the ability to change one's appearance at will by using one's cultivation after breaking through the realm of transformation.
Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu are all masters in the Transformation Realm.
How can he be the leader of the Transformation Realm?
Fifteen years ago, Leng Shuangning was the teacher of Ozawa Oriji in the Ozawa family in Japan.
It has been dormant in the Ozawa family for seven or eight years.
Perhaps because he didn't bother with worldly matters, he slowly improved his cultivation to the late stage of Anjin.
One day, she took the young Oriji Ozawa to practice martial arts on the beach in the morning light.
The sea breeze blew gently, making the clothes on my body rustle.
She sat cross-legged on the rock and suddenly opened her eyes.
The eyes behind the veil were extremely shocked, and there was a small black spot in his sight that was getting closer from far away.
The black spot quickly enlarged, and it was a person riding the waves.
She stood up in horror and looked at Ozawa Oriji subconsciously.
It was then discovered that at some point, Ozawa Oriji fell unconscious on the beach.
The visitor's energy locked onto her, making her feel like she was stuck in a quagmire.
It was a middle-aged man, handsome and handsome, wearing a white robe, walking on the waves as if on flat ground.
After a few moments, he arrived in front of Leng Shuangning.
This man's cultivation has reached an unimaginable level, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a land god.
"Should I call you Fang Jie? Or Leng Shuangning?" the middle-aged man asked indifferently.
He has a very strong aura, and a casual glance can put a lot of pressure on Leng Shuangning.
Leng Shuangning, who was in the late stage of Anjin, couldn't think of any resistance.
The most important thing is that the person revealed Leng Shuangning's biggest secret, which made her shocked and horrified.
"You... who is the senior?" Leng Shuangning asked cautiously.
The other party did not answer Leng Shuangning, but stood with his hands behind his hands. His eyes were cold and ruthless, as deep as the stars in the night sky.
"Don't think that hiding in Japan, disfiguring your face and changing your surname can hide the truth."
"From the moment you leave the organization without authorization, you should have thought that this is a kind of betrayal!"
The middle-aged man's face was expressionless, and his energy contained a cold murderous intent.
Leng Shuangning believed that as long as she resisted, the other party could kill her in an instant.
The other party waved his hand, and a token shot towards Leng Shuangning like lightning, floating in front of her eyes as if someone was holding it.
When Leng Shuangning looked at the token, her expression suddenly changed, "What should come has finally come."
That was the first time she saw the coach's token.
But how could the coach pursue Japan? Could it be that he came to arrest her.
Based on her level, she belonged to the Suzaku team at that time and was far from qualified to meet the coach.
No matter how many reasons or difficulties she had, she left the organization without permission for many years and still lurked in Japan, which was a betrayal of her faith and the country.
In an instant, Leng Shuangning lost all hope, knowing that she would inevitably die.
Sighing secretly, she bowed and said, "Coach, Fang Jie is willing to accept the punishment."
"I also ask the coach to remember that this child is from China and bring him back to China."
"Tell me your reasons!" the coach raised his eyebrows and said coldly.