Just now, Wen Zaihuan heard Yang Bei and Yue Lingxi muttering next to them.
In his opinion, this is a very disgusting behavior that talks behind one's back.
Little did he know that from Yang Bei's point of view, he was just chatting with Yue Lingxi. Facing the unhappy Wen Zaihuan, Yue Lingxi laughed dryly: "It's nothing, it's up to you."
Yue Lingxi is not a person who likes to cause trouble.
Yang Bei didn't even bother to look at this Southern Dynasty man. Ever since he met Cui Yuen, he had no good impression of this country.
Wen Zaihuan thought that after he exposed the two people's gossip, he realized that he was ashamed and snorted coldly at them.
Yue Lingxi pouted: "The forest is big, and there are all kinds of people and birds. If I met a doctor like you instead of you, I might really have to perform an operation."
"There is nothing surprising. Both traditional Chinese medicine and modern medicine are improved on the basis of empirical medicine."
Yang Bei shrugged and said casually: "The experience of traditional Chinese medicine is conditioning, while the experience of the West is surgery. They choose to treat the head when it hurts and the feet when it hurts. It's very intuitive and often results in quick results, but there are endless consequences."
"For example, if Yue Baitai's spleen is removed, the five qi in the body will be completely unbalanced. It may be easy for a short period of time, but at most three years, the compensatory mechanism will cause the body to suffer enough, and other internal organs will also appear.
question."
Yue Lingxi blinked. She didn't understand the rules very well. She frowned and asked, "What is the compensation mechanism?"
Yang Bei leaned against the railing of the side hall and explained lazily: "This word is generally used in reference to the function of muscles and joints -"
For example, if a muscle in your shoulder is necrotic, when you want to raise your arm, you need other muscles and joints to compensate for the function of the necrotic muscle.
This behavior is called compensation.
It is a kind of self-protection mechanism of the body.
But if this happens for a long time, other parts of the muscles and joints will become more worn and necrotic.
The same goes for organs.
If the spleen is removed, in order to compensate for this part of the function, other organs must compensate.
On the contrary, it will cause the condition to worsen further.
After a few simple explanations, Yang Bei shrugged: "Actually, to put it bluntly, it is just one word: balance. The overall balance of the human body is what our ancestors studied, and this is what our ancestors studied. In the West, treat headaches with the head, and foot pains with the feet.
, but we can find that headaches can be cured by pressing the feet, which is also based on this research discovery. "
He simply explained to Yue Lingxi, but he didn't know that Wen Zaihuan had been eavesdropping with his ears pricked up.
I originally wanted to hear whether the two of them would continue to scold him, but after hearing this, I couldn't help it: "What, boy, do you mean that there are other treatments for Mr. Yue's disease besides spleen removal?"
Yang Bei smiled: "That's right."
Yang Bei's tone was quite normal, as if he was talking to passers-by.
But it was this flat tone that made Wen Zaihuan intolerable.
You know, he tried so hard to treat Yue Baitai, but in the end he didn't even notice.
Although Moon Jae-hwan was shocked by this, it was nothing more than that. After all, it was not just him who looked down upon Yue Baitai's illness, but others also looked down upon him.
But now, someone said that he had a way to take a fancy to Yue Baitai.
That light tone seemed to be torturing Wen Zaihuan: Look at you, how incompetent you are!
The most important thing is that Wen Zaihuan can feel Yang Bei's indifference to him. This kind of indifference is the same as that of a giant who doesn't take ants in his eyes.
Moon Jae-hwan often uses this tone when facing his assistants.
Immediately, his temper also rose.
Wen Zaihuan turned around and stared directly at Yang Bei: "Then how do you treat it?!"
"It's very simple. The spleen belongs to earth. Find a traditional Chinese medicine that can suppress the properties of the spleen, and take it with a prescription that has warming and cooling properties."
Yang Bei was not afraid of being stolen, so he said casually.
Because this medicine is only available to him, Hei Tianzhu.
After hearing this, Wen Zaihuan sneered silently: "Chinese medicine?"
He took out two certificates from his pocket: "Did you see that, I am a bachelor's degree graduated from Harvard Medical School. At the same time, I am also the vice president of the Nanchao Imperial Hospital. Whether it is modern medicine or traditional Korean medicine, I am
authority."
"Why can't I see that the method you mentioned can cure Mr. Yue's disease?"
Moon Jae-hwan's tone was very arrogant, as if after he revealed his identity, Yang Bei should kneel down and kowtow to him, shouting loudly.
Yang Bei's expression was very strange: "If you can't see it, it proves that you are incompetent. Also, your Korean doctors have only scratched the surface of our knowledge. It's normal to not understand -"
This sentence completely ignited Moon Jae-hwan's anger.
But if he gets angry, it will make him feel inferior to Yang Bei.
So after the corner of his eye twitched for a while, Moon Jae-hwan chuckled and said disdainfully: "Humph, that's the extent of your horizons. Where were you when I was studying at Harvard Medical School? It couldn't be
Is there any school in China that is not top-notch?"
Modern medicine is indeed cutting-edge science.
Different teachers can learn different things.
Although China has developed rapidly, it has only become outstanding in the past thirty years.
In some aspects, there are indeed gaps between domestic medical schools and top foreign medical schools that need to be addressed.
Therefore, Moon Jae-hwan, who has a bachelor's degree from Harvard, really has the capital to look down upon the medical students he has trained in China.
But Yang Bei shook his head: "I didn't go to medical school, I just studied with the old gentleman for a few years. Brother, just pretend to be competitive, don't come to find fault with me."
Yang Bei said impatiently: "You have time to eavesdrop on me talking to others, why not go see Master Qin who was misdiagnosed by you."
Master Qin, what Master Qin?
When Wen Zaihuan had forgotten about this incident, the driver who carried Qin Qiming suddenly rushed out, hurriedly and furiously, as if he had eaten several kilograms of gunpowder, and said in a hurry: "Doctor, doctor
Oh no! Something happened to our Young Master Qin?!"
"Um?"
Moon Jae-hwan was stunned: "You didn't ventilate him or cool him down?"
"It worked. I asked you to tell me what to do. It was fine at first, but as soon as I got to the vent and the fan started blowing--"
Before the driver finished speaking, Yang Bei beside him added lightly: "Is he foaming at the mouth, twitching all over, his face flushed, and even the mucous membranes in his mouth and nose are ruptured and starting to bleed?"
"right!"
The driver nodded repeatedly and looked at Yang Bei with wide eyes: "Doctor, this is amazing, how did you know that?!"
Wen Zaihuan's two small eyes were also widened, and he looked at Yang Bei in disbelief.
Yang Bei's tone was calm: "I told you, he is poisoned by fire. The fire will only burn stronger and stronger due to the wind. Take him away from the wind, put a cold towel on his forehead and chest, and change it at any time. Drink warm water again, and he will soon be gone.
It will work.”
After speaking, the driver wanted to take Yang Bei to Qin Qiming's place, but Yang Bei noticed that Shen Hongyan had already queued up to the front of the queue.
Ignoring the driver, he took Yue Lingxi's hand and walked towards the crowd: "Let's go, it's time to see your grandpa."
No one noticed that the discussion between Yang Bei and Wen Zaihuan was heard by one person: Yue Jinlong.
He was sending a guest to the side hall to rest, but when he heard what Yang Bei said from a distance, he immediately frowned: "Can this kid really cure grandpa's disease?!"