The old man's words were filled with deep dissatisfaction, which made all the doctors present feel embarrassed. It was so shameful. A small cold had cured a person half-dead. Now, no need for others to say it, they all wanted to kill themselves.
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"Haha, I have been seeing doctors for you for decades. I know all the minor problems in your body. Come and reach out your hand and let me feel your pulse." Mr. Zhao said with a smile.
The old man above stretched out his hand, and Mr. Zhao put his hand on his wrist, carefully feeling the changes in his pulse. After a while, he changed his hand to the other hand, and then his brows frowned tightly.
After releasing his wrist, Zhao Lao's brows were still furrowed, looking at him in deep thought. Yue Tao on the other hand wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, for fear of interrupting the powerful player's train of thought.
"Old Xiong, please tell me how you feel now. Where do you feel uncomfortable in your body?" Mr. Zhao asked.
Mr. Zhao's words made everyone at the scene slightly surprised, especially the assistants who often followed Mr. Zhao. They were even more surprised. Mr. Zhao had always been able to clearly understand the other person's physical condition by looking at his Qi and pulse when seeing a doctor.
But this time, after taking a pulse, he actually asked about the patient's condition. It seemed that Mr. Zhao was a little unsure about the condition.
"I have a headache, general weakness, and a low-grade fever all the time. It will get better after sweating, but then the low-grade fever will return. Now I can't eat. I feel like vomiting as soon as I eat. I still want to eat after vomiting. I still feel sick after eating.
Will vomit...Old Zhao, do you think it's because Qian always misses me and you want to take me out of here now?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your situation is more complicated, but it's not that bad. Let me think about it. Your body should not be sick. The low-grade fever in your body is caused by other factors. But this
I'm still not sure what caused it. Let me think about it." Mr. Zhao said to himself.
"Mr. Zhao...you are not sure...this..." Yue Tao looked at Mr. Zhao in horror. He was really scared. This time, he was really embarrassed. He wanted to curry favor with this person.
An old man, as a result, something big happened.
Mr. Zhao frowned and immediately looked unhappy.
"When Mr. Zhao is thinking about something, it's best not to disturb him." An assistant glanced at Yue Tao with disdain. He was very unhappy. Mr. Zhao in front of them was simply a god in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. This guy is now
It's just not okay to question Mr. Zhao's level.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." The guy's head shrank, and he quickly apologized and backed away. Although he was slandering him in his heart, Mr. Zhao was only famous for his reputation. In fact, it was only at this level.
However, he only dared to think about these words in his heart. On the surface, he did not dare to express them at all. After all, this was Mr. Zhao, a great master, one of the top three figures in the Chinese traditional medicine community, and even though he was a dean,
He is a prominent figure in the department, but he is nothing compared to Mr. Zhao.
Although Mr. Zhao is only a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he has been hanging out with the chief in Zhongnanhai for many years. His aura alone can make Yue Tao breathless.
"Old Zhao, do you think what's going on with me? It's not really Mr. Qian who misses me. He wants to take me with him. I've been his assistant for so many years, and now that he's gone, does he miss me?
?" The old man was talking nonsense.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Money always wants to take you away, but I won't let you. You haven't lived enough yet." Mr. Zhao glared at him, and then muttered: "According to the five elements, there is no problem with the body's organs.
, the cause of his body’s illness is something else.”
"Mr. Zhao, what's the reason?" Yue Tao was overjoyed and asked with a flattering look.
"This situation is caused by the seven emotions, which are caused by fear." After turning over Mr. Xiong's eyes, Mr. Zhao suddenly realized. He pointed at Mr. Xiong's pupils and said: "Look, the pupils are dark brown.
Moreover, the white eyeballs are too bloody, which may damage the kidneys. This is the cause, and we have found it.”
As he spoke, Mr. Zhao slapped his thigh and said: "Old Xiong, what are you afraid of? Ah, you have lived your whole life and you and Mr. Qian have seen ghosts and walls in the desert before. What else do you have to be afraid of?"
of?"
"I'm afraid? I have nothing to be afraid of." Mr. Xiong said in a daze, but he was too sleepy. As soon as he finished saying this, he fell into a deep sleep.
"Mr. Zhao, what did you just say about the causes of the seven emotions?" Yue Tao's heart skipped a beat. Although he was careless in his position, his memory was good. He still remembered what Lin Yu said when he left just now.
He made some incomprehensible words, talking about the causes of the seven emotions and other things.
"To be precise, Lao Xiong's illness was caused by being frightened." Mr. Zhao explained: "I'm afraid of hurting the kidneys, and the kidneys are the source of the human body's essence. Injuring its essence will cause the body's functions to decline.
The bear's current consciousness is unclear, maybe his fear is a kind of consciousness."
"What should we do?" Yue Tao asked nervously.
"Then we have to find the source." Mr. Xiong looked around. He saw that there was nothing special about the layout of the ward.
"Mr. Zhao... How about we change a ward." Yue Tao knew that an old man had just died in this ward, and Lin Yu also pointed out before leaving that he felt his legs were shaking a little.
I felt a little chill in my heart. There couldn't really be ghosts in this world.
"The disease is already in your heart and consciousness. Even if you change a room, it will probably be of no use." Mr. Zhao shook his head slightly and said: "If you want to cure the disease, you can only find the cause, and then slowly guide Mr. Xiong.
Except for his mental illness, this is the only way."
"But... what's the reason?" Yue Tao asked.
"If I had known, I would have cured him long ago." Mr. Zhao glared at Yue Tao and said.
At this moment, one of Mr. Zhao's assistants hurried over with a phone. He handed the phone to Mr. Zhao and said: "Mr. Zhao, Mrs. Li's phone number is in the capital."
"Mrs. Li?" Mr. Zhao's heart trembled. A first-grade national protector's wife would not call casually. Now that her call has come, there must be something important.
"Mrs. Li, you are in good health now." Mr. Zhao took the phone and said with a smile.
"Thanks to you, Zhao Daguo, my health is fine now." Mrs. Li smiled and said, "Now I have returned to the imperial capital. I heard that Mr. Zhao went to Suzhou and Hangzhou to treat Lao Xiong?"
"Yes, Lao Xiong came here to participate in a scientific research project in Jiangnan. After all, he has been with Mr. Qian for so long and has very rich scientific knowledge and experience. When he came here, he stopped by his hometown in Suhang. Who knew?