Yuan Chengguo moved forward, stretched out his right hand and placed it on the pulse pillow.
Fang Xuelin is an old man in Beijing and the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. Most people simply cannot hire him.
However, Fang Xuelin has to worry about the family background of a young master like Yan Wenhan in the Beijing circle.
Moreover, Yan Wenhan is also the cousin of Yan Wan, one of the four young masters in the capital.
As the saying goes, look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face. Yan Wan is a child who grew up in the courtyard.
This face is big enough and must be given.
"Mr. Yuan, how long have you been having this problem?" Fang Xuelin asked.
"A few months ago, I started to find out that I have cholecystitis and gallstones, and my appetite is not very good."
"I went to the doctor to prescribe western medicine, and I also took a lot of anti-inflammatory drugs. Not only did it not improve, but my appetite worsened."
"I had no other choice, so I went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. The doctor said that my constitution was weak and prescribed Shiquan Dabu Decoction. As a result, instead of replenishing my qi and blood, I got internal heat. Now my stomach pain is even worse."
Yuan Chengguo described his illness.
Fang Xuelin nodded slightly, released his hand to feel the pulse, and looked at Yuan Chengguo's tongue coating.
"Mr. Yuan, you have liver qi stagnation, which turns into fire, so you have inflammation of the gallbladder."
"When qi is stagnant, the wood cannot be loosened, so the spleen soil is not loose and stagnated there, resulting in indigestion, loss of appetite, and gastrointestinal obstruction and pain."
"It's also accompanied by increased courage." Fang Xuelin said.
"What is gallbladder?" Yuan Chengguo asked.
He could understand the first two sentences from the text, but he had no idea about the boldness.
"Dad, this is what Chinese medicine calls it. Western medicine calls it gallstones." Yuan Meng said at the side.
"Oh, Miss Yuan also knows something about Chinese medicine?" Fang Xuelin glanced at Yuan Meng with interest.
"Hehe, Mr. Fang, how do I understand Chinese medicine?" Yuan Meng said: "A friend told me. He often told me some stories about Chinese medicine."
"Oh~"
Fang Xuelin did not continue to ask.
Yan Wenhan on the side frowned without any trace.
He did know that Yuan Meng had a Chinese medicine doctor friend named Qin Fan, who often had contact with Yuan Meng.
Moreover, many of the story prototypes in Yuan Meng's serial novels come from Qin Fan.
"Mr. Fang, this is our examination and filming in the hospital."
Na Rao brought over a stack of various films and examination reports from the hospital.
Fang Xuelin took it and looked at it carefully.
Although the treatment methods of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are different, the X-ray examination of Western medicine is more intuitive.
"Auntie, don't worry too much. Mr. Fang is a famous doctor in the capital. Uncle's illness will be cured with medicine." Yan Wenhan comforted Na Rao.
"Well, everyone knows Mr. Fang's name." Narao also smiled and complimented.
Hearing what they said, Fang Xuelin felt a little embarrassed, so he changed the photo to take a look.
"Haha, Mrs. Yuan, Mr. Yan, you praise me too much. There are many people with better medical skills than me."
Yan Wenhan knew that Fang Xuelin was modest. If Fang Xuelin had poor medical skills, he would not be the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
"Mr. Fang, you are too modest. As the saying goes, Chinese medicine looks at age. Those who are better at medicine than you must be older than you."
"At least he should be someone like a master of Chinese medicine."
His brain was like a high-speed CPU, searching for an old Chinese medicine doctor who was older than Fang Xuelin.
But no one seemed to be deeply impressed. He could only think of the legendary Jiang family figure.
"Haha, it's not that one. I met a young man with excellent medical skills, who is less than thirty years old."
Fang Xuelin put down the films and inspection reports in his hands and shook his head with emotion.
In fact, he was talking about Qin Fan.
He took out a pen and paper and prepared to write a prescription for Yuan Chengguo.
"How is it possible! You started learning Chinese medicine in your mother's womb when you were less than thirty years old?"
Yan Wenhan felt incredible. In his impression, there had never been such a person in the capital.
"Humph, how could it not be? The person who told me the story about Chinese medicine is very skilled in medical treatment and is only a few years older than me."
Yuan Meng rolled his eyes and interrupted dissatisfiedly.
Yan Wenhan felt very unhappy when he saw Yuan Meng's eyebrows fluttering when he mentioned Qin Fan.
He loved Yuan Meng very much, but he always talked about Qin Fan from Linhai.
Although Narao said that the other party is already married.
But no one wants their loved one to talk about another man all day long.
I couldn't help but say: "Xiao Meng, he has great medical skills, but it's a pity that water far away can't save the fire near."
Yuan Meng rolled her eyes at him, "Who said that? He will be here soon!"
"Oh, Miss Yuan, what's his name?" Fang Xuelin asked with great interest.
"he is…"
Just as Yuan Meng was about to say his name, the phone in his hand rang.
As soon as she saw the call notification, she immediately smiled and said, "He's here!"
Then, he happily trotted out and opened the door.
Yan Wenhan was slightly startled, he was a little confused.
Thinking: "Why has he arrived? Could it be that the Qin Fan that Xiao Meng said came to the capital?"
Na Rao frowned and looked at Yan Wenhan from the corner of her eyes.
She sighed in her heart, "It's true that Meng'er doesn't even care about Xiao Yan's feelings."
"Although Qin Fan is married, he still needs to pay attention to something."
When Yuan Chengguo heard that Qin Fan had arrived, he sat up straight again.
Fang Xuelin stopped what he was doing. He also wanted to see who the young man Miss Yuan was talking about was.