Terry Giles put down his hand only when he saw a patient coming.
"Mr. Qin, Miss Xuanyuan, you are busy first."
He smiled politely, blinked his blue eyes, and exited the office.
"Mr. Qin, I'm here for a follow-up visit," Chai Mao said.
Judging from his walking, he no longer bows his body and seems to be in a much better mood.
"Well, old man, please take a seat!"
Xuanyuan Lin helped the other party pull out a chair and sit down.
"How do you feel now?" Qin Fan asked.
"It's much better. There are no more frequent labor pains now." Chai Mao helped his father and said, "It takes a long time to feel a stinging feeling, and the time is very short."
Qin Fan nodded. This is a good sign, indicating that gallbladder stones are reducing.
He took his pulse again and looked at the other person's tongue again.
"How's your appetite now?"
Chai Mao said: "My appetite has also improved, and the place is no longer full."
"Well, I have to continue taking the medicine. Since it is effective, I won't change the prescription."
"As long as you stay in a happy mood and cooperate with treatment, you will be fine soon."
Qin Fan filled out a new prescription and said, "Mr. Chai, come back for a follow-up consultation in a month."
"Well, okay." Chai Wei said.
Then, he sighed again, "Mr. Qin, fortunately my dad insisted on coming over to see a Chinese medicine doctor."
"Oh, why?" Qin Fan was very surprised.
"Uncle Tang from one of our communities had a gallbladder removal operation last year."
"I thought it would be fine after more than a year, but the pain suddenly returned a few days ago."
"I sent him to the hospital for examination, and the result was that he had gallstones in the common duct."
"Uncle Tang is already in his eighties. He has a heart problem and he doesn't dare to continue the operation."
"Now they have been transferred to a higher-level hospital. Alas, I don't know if I can survive."
He is now very grateful that his father persisted and did not undergo surgery.
Qin Fan smiled and said, "There's nothing you can do about it. Bad habits are the biggest killer of your health."
"Well, you are right." Chai Wei said, "Then we will get the medicine. Thank you!"
Then, he helped Chai Mao out.
These are two different choices, with completely different results in the end.
It’s not that Western medicine is not good, but if your living habits don’t improve, the disease will always relapse.
"Mr. Qin, why didn't the other party choose traditional Chinese medicine treatment at the beginning?" Xuanyuan Lin asked.
"There is no way, the choice is in the hands of the patient. The so-called law is not taught lightly, the Tao is not sold cheaply, the doctor does not knock on the door, and the teacher does not follow the path."
"Xiao Lin, do you understand the meaning?" Qin Fan asked.
"clear."
"Well, as doctors, although it is our bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded, we must be kind-hearted."
"But sometimes we take the initiative to tell others what disease you have and how you should treat it. If others don't trust us, it is our fault."
"Doctors and patients must have a mutually trusting relationship."
"Yes, I took note of it."
The two were chatting when a landline call came in.
Qin Fan answered the call.
"Hello, Mr. Qin?" The voice turned out to be Vice President Chen Jun of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
"Haha, Vice President Chen, what's the matter?"
Chen Jun over there smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, can you please come over?"
"Now?" Qin Fan asked.
"Well, it's like this. A foreign group came to Donghai Province, and one of them suffered from severe constipation."
"The city office specially arranged to come here to try traditional Chinese medicine, and now he is staying in the hospital."
"I have tried both Western medicine and Chinese medicine, and the condition returns to its original shape as soon as the medicine is stopped."
Then, Chen Jun over there laughed a little sheepishly.
"Hey, I just need you to take action."
Qin Fan heard from the words in the conversation that the traditional Chinese medicine hospital had already treated him, but it might have had no effect, so he had to find foreign aid.
"Okay, I'll come over after I make arrangements."
He didn't refuse. After all, he still held the title of honorary president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
"Xiao Lin, then you will follow me on medical visits."
"Okay!" Xuanyuan Lin happily agreed.
Qin Fan said hello to Chu Zhengyuan, and then he and Xuanyuan Lin went out to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
"Xiao Lin, how are Huang Fang and Mr. Ozawa developing now?"
Qin Fan asked while driving.
He also has a tendency to gossip, so he just wanted to inquire about it.
Xuanyuan Lin pursed his lips and smiled, "We were chatting happily, and we talked for a long time every night."
"Mr. Ozawa sometimes invites her out to watch movies, hike mountains, and drink tea."
"Hahaha, that's when we entered the situation." Qin Fan laughed.
"Yeah, but Huang Fang still seems to be quite conflicted and confused."
"Oh why?"
"I heard what Huang Fang said. She still likes Mr. Ozawa very much, but she doesn't mind Mr. Ozawa's nationality."
Qin Fan immediately burst into laughter.
He joked: "Age is no limit, let alone nationality."
Xuanyuan Lin also chuckled.
"Also, I heard from Huang Fang that Mr. Ozawa doesn't seem to have a good relationship with his family."
"Oh~"
"What it is specifically, I can't ask."
Qin Fan nodded, even he couldn't ask, it was someone else's private matter.
The two chatted for a while and then drove into the parking lot of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
After parking the car, Qin Fan took his bag and walked towards the hospital office building.
The Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is a large provincial hospital with hundreds of doctors and nurses.
There are very few doctors who know Qin Fan, let alone Xuanyuan Lin.
After entering the elevator, Qin Fan called Chen Jun.
"Vice President Chen, I'm at the office building."
"Oh, I'm in the office."
"Well, I'll be there soon."
After getting out of the elevator, they turned a few corners and arrived at Chen Jun's office.
Who is Vice President Chen Jun talking to on the phone?
Qin Fan knocked on the door gently. Chen Jun looked up and saw Qin Fan and Xuanyuan Lin.
He waved for the two of them to come in.
"Well, Secretary Ruan, we have found the best doctor in the hospital."
"Oh, okay, Mr. Edward lives in Ward 1512."
Chen Jun hurriedly hung up the phone and gave Qin Fan and Xuanyuan Lin a wry smile.
He shook his head, looking helpless.
"Look, Secretary Ruan from the city office called again to inquire, and he will come over in person soon."
"Mr. Qin, Xuanyuan Lin, please take a seat quickly."
The two sat down.
Qin Fan asked: "Did Secretary Ruan call because of the foreigner's illness?"
"No! Fortunately, he's not the head of state or the president." Chen Jun joked and complained.
"I just don't understand. I'm just a foreigner. Is it necessary to be so nervous?"
Qin Fan couldn't help but laugh.
“What are these foreigners doing in Donghai Province?”
"It is said that I came to inspect the natural environment here in Donghai Province."
"Oh, this foreigner is a white man, named Edward, and is fifty-five years old."
"Stubborn constipation, according to a translator, has been treated by Western medicine for a long time. I took a lot of medicine, but it couldn't solve the problem at all. I can't stop taking the medicine, and I will become constipated as soon as I stop it."
"I came here to try Chinese medicine a few days ago, but the treatment had little effect."
"Oh, let's go take a look first." Qin Fan suggested.
"Okay!" Several people stood up, with Chen Jun leading the way.
"Hey, why didn't you see Dean Qian?"
"There is a meeting in the city. I don't like going to meetings the most. I sit there for most of the day." Chen Jun said with a smile.
Pass through the office building and arrive at the inpatient building.
Then we took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor.
Patient Edward lives in the hospital's intensive care unit.
The so-called special care ward is an independent single room with complete facilities and fixed nurses and caregivers.
After finding Ward 1512, Chen Jun knocked on the door before pushing the door open and entering.
Lying on the hospital bed was a foreign white man with a high nose and slightly yellowed hair.
He is patient Edward.
There was also a little nurse inside, who had just finished measuring Edward's blood pressure.
"How is it? Xiao Tang." Chen Jun asked.
The female nurse named Xiao Tang shook her head.
"Same as yesterday, it was very difficult to go to the bathroom, and I didn't pass a stool for another day and a half."
She is one of the few nurses in the hospital who can converse in English.
This time, we were temporarily transferred from other departments to the special care ward.
From the moment Qin Fan and Xuanyuan Lin entered the ward, Edward had been watching them silently.
His Chinese is pretty good, and he can understand a few people's conversations.
"Vice President Chen, why is there no change after I drank your Chinese bitter coffee?" Edward asked anxiously.
When Qin Fan and Xuanyuan Lin heard this, they were immediately confused.
What bitter coffee?
"Oh, Mr. Edward said that Chinese medicine is the bitter coffee of China." Nurse Xiao Tang explained to the two of them with a smile.
"Oh~"
Qin Fan and Xuanyuan Lin couldn't help but laugh.
"Mr. Edward, don't worry, you also know that you have stubborn constipation."
"We have found the best Chinese medicine doctors to help you solve your problem."
Edward was in excruciating pain because he could not pass stool.
He pointed at Qin Fan, "Is this the doctor?"
"Yes, this is Mr. Qin Fanqin, let him diagnose it for you."
At this time, Xuanyuan Lin brought a chair to Qin Fan to facilitate pulse diagnosis.
Qin Fan sat down.
He showed a gentle smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Edward, let me take your pulse."
Edward has been at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for a few days, and he roughly understands the diagnostic process of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
He stretched out his left hand very cooperatively.
"Mr. Edward, how long has it been since you had a bowel movement?" Qin Fan began to inquire.
"It's been more than thirty hours. It's too strenuous and I can't discharge it at all. It's like racing a car."
Edward compared constipation to racing a car.
Qin Fan smiled and said, "It's almost like a racing car. What was the shape of the stool you passed before?"
"Glass beads, glass beads."
Qin Fan was slightly startled and almost stopped laughing.
Xuanyuan Lin was trying not to laugh, but Edward's metaphor was really unimaginable.