"I'm paying attention to what I say. Could it be that Hong Ye himself thinks that his disease is a type of migraine?" Lin Yu sneered.
"Otherwise?" Mr. Hong was slightly startled and said, "Is it possible that you still said he was misdiagnosed this time?"
"It's not a misdiagnosis, why can't it be cured after decades of intermittent treatment?" Lin Yu sneered: "Mr. Hong is also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and the ancestors' rules are clear, right? In traditional Chinese medicine, there is no such thing as clinical cure. Once cured, it is cured.
If you are cured and you continue to commit crimes after being cured, you are still not cured."
"Misdiagnosis?" Li Guozhong wanted to curse. If Lin Yu still said that he had misdiagnosed this time, he really wanted to curse because others dare not say it, but Mr. Hong is the chairman of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
His own medical skills are also excellent. The reason why he comes to see him every time he is sick is entirely because of the rules of Chinese medicine, that is, he does not treat himself.
In fact, this is not a rule. It is like a barber who cannot shave his own head. The same principle applies to Chinese medicine.
So every time he sees a doctor, he does his best without any sloppiness. But now this guy actually says that this is still a misdiagnosis. Is it possible that he has been treating Mr. Hong for more than ten years and has been misdiagnosed?
"Mr. Hong has been suffering from headaches for more than thirty years," Lin Yu said calmly.
"Yes, it's been more than thirty years." Mr. Hong thought for a while and said, "I don't know how I got it when I was young. I always thought it was a migraine caused by the trigeminal nerve. But according to you, this was a misdiagnosis.
, then tell me the reason."
"I've had headaches for more than 30 years, and they got worse after marriage. And you've seen Western medicine, right? Have you had any medical examinations?" Lin Yu asked.
"I've been examined and seen western medicine." Mr. Hong nodded and said, "I've also been hospitalized for treatment, but it still didn't work at all. Since you said today that this was a misdiagnosis, let me tell you what you think."
"If it's correct, Western medicine has concluded that it's a vascular neurologic headache, and hospitalization has no effect at all, right?" Lin Yu asked.
"Yes, the diagnosis was of vasculoneural headache. This conclusion was obtained abroad. At that time, the medical level abroad was far ahead of ours, but there was no result."
"Later on, I came to Lao Li and got control. Although he still committed crimes from time to time, at least it was not like before, where he couldn't control it at all." Mr. Hong nodded slightly.
"Mr. Hong's headache, let me briefly summarize it." Lin Yu said.
"It's just a job." An old man behind Mr. Hong snorted coldly. He felt that Lin Yu was just showing off.
Thinking about it, he, a young man, stood next to a group of self-righteous old men and made a summary. It was strange that these old men were convinced.
"I'm summarizing Mr. Hong. If you don't want to hear it, you can get out." Lin Yu smiled slightly and spat out the murderous words without mercy.
The old man felt his chest stagnate. Yes, he didn't talk to you. Why are you so mean? He held back his anger and wanted to see what kind of conclusion this guy could make.
"You say it, I'll listen." Mr. Hong was quite serious, because he felt that Lin Yu was not bragging.
"Mr. Hong's condition went through several stages. In the first stage, before the age of twenty-five, the condition was mild, and sometimes he could even get better after just sleeping. In the second stage, after marriage, the condition worsened.
I can’t sleep at all without taking painkillers.”
"Yes, that's the case." Mr. Hong's expression was a little solemn, because what Lin Yu said was true. He was surprised and worried about what his disease was.
"After getting married, around the age of thirty, I gradually discovered that my headaches worsened each time after having sex, and my headaches were unbearable, accompanied by nausea and vomiting. My face felt like it was being burned, and it was particularly intense before sex."
"The current condition of the disease is roughly as follows. If not treated in time, the pain will be unbearable and the dripping will be difficult to enter. If this is correct, Mr. Hong has taken Chuanxiong tea for conditioning, but the effect is not only bad, but the pain is even worse after taking it.
It’s unbearable.”
"That's right, go on." Mr. Hong nodded. What Lin Yu said was very consistent with his symptoms and experience. This is enough to prove that Lin Yu's medical skills are quite good.
"The previous treatment methods, if I am correct, were ginseng, ginger, jujube and other medicinal herbs. I took them every time I got sick. After taking them, the symptoms would be relieved. The dosage of the medicines kept increasing each time.
But this method treats the symptoms but not the root cause." Lin Yu said.
"Yes, the previous medicines were all prescribed with this kind of medicine." Mr. Hong nodded, with a look of urgency on his face: "Young man, tell me what my disease is."
"This disease is actually a syndrome of liver meridian deficiency and coldness." Lin Yu said with a faint smile: "If I take medicine, it will be agarwood, psoralen, drynariae, sulfur, Cistanche deserticola, Evodia, and angelica. I will take ten doses of the medicine."
If it disappears, use the upper part as a blade and take the medicine twice a day, 3 grams each time, for three months, and it will be completely cured."
Lin Yu said, taking out the golden needle and saying: "Prick Baihui, one needle will relieve the pain."
"Okay, okay." Mr. Hong nodded and said, "Come and try it."
"Okay, Mr. Hong, please bear with me for a while." Lin Yu nodded slightly: "It's just one shot, but it may be a little painful."
"Haha, come on, after you cure it, you will be in good health forever. I feel like I won't do it again in the future." Mr. Hong laughed loudly.
Lin Yu took the needle and walked to Mr. Hong. The golden needle in his hand rose and fell and pricked Mr. Hong's Baihui. After pricking it, Lin Yu took out the needle.
At first, Mr. Hong frowned slightly, as if he felt a little uncomfortable, but as time passed, his frown relaxed.
He closed his eyes and rested for a while, then opened his eyes, stretched out his thumb to Lin Yu and said: "Yes, it's great, one shot is effective, and the pain in my head is really relieved."
"This is the prescription just now." Lin Yu wrote down the prescription just now with a stroke of his pen and handed it to Mr. Hong: "Take ten doses and it will be effective, and the future troubles will be eliminated forever."
"Okay, haha, this problem of mine has been bothering me for many years. I thought it couldn't be cured, but I didn't expect you to cure it, haha." Mr. Hong happily took Lin's hand.
The prescription in Yu’s hand.
"Young man, your medical skills are excellent, I am ashamed of myself." Mr. Hong bowed slightly to Lin Yu.
Everyone was shocked. As the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, Mr. Hong's origins and identity need not be said in detail, but now he actually pays such tribute to a junior, a young man, and even admits that he is not as good as him.ql11