Manager Ma's current condition is not serious, at least until Xiao Chen didn't say it, he might just feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that he had liver cancer.
According to Manager Ma's current condition, Xiao Chen does not need to use that mysterious medical skill. He just needs to prescribe medicine and drink the medicinal soup according to Manager Ma's current condition.
"Dr. Xiao, how should I treat it? Will it affect my work?"
This work will definitely have an impact to some extent. After all, drinking Chinese medicine soup will make you feel sleepy.
"Except for feeling a little sleepy after drinking the medicinal soup, there's nothing else." Xiao Chen said.
"Dr. Xiao, please treat me quickly. I don't want my bright future to be affected."
According to the current condition of Manager Ma, it is due to liver failure and phlegm, fire, qi and blood stasis blocking the collaterals, which condenses into a lump under the Xie. If it is blocked, it will be painful, so there will be lump pain under the Xie.
According to this symptom, the treatment method should be to soften and dissipate stagnation, detoxify and remove blood stasis, so Xiao Chen prescribed a famous prescription called Ruangan Huaji Jiedu Decoction.
This is a prescription for half a month. Let’s see how effective it is after he drinks it for half a month.
However, during this half-month period, he had to drink a dose of medicinal soup every day.
After Xiao Chen filled out the prescription, he said: "Mr. Ma, you can get the medicinal materials at the affiliated hospital, or you can go home and make the medicinal soup and drink it yourself. One dose per day, two times a day."
"Okay, Doctor Xiao."
However, Manager Ma will definitely go back and investigate to see if Xiao Chen really cured the terminal lung cancer patient?
If it is true, then maybe there is really no need to worry if this young man is treated for his disease.
Xiao Chen and Mr. Tang came out of Manager Ma's ward. The other one was preparing to be discharged from the hospital and go home.
After Xiao Chen returned to Mr. Tang's office, half an hour after Mr. Tang had passed, Xiao Chen and him came down from get off work and came downstairs. Cheng Ke passed by and happened to see Xiao Chen and Vice President Tang going out together again.
After getting into Xiao Chen's car, Xiao Chen said: "Mr. Tang, actually, Mr. Ma just now is the manager of the bank. He is afraid of affecting his work, so he dare not reveal his work."
"This is normal. Public employees are not allowed to work while sick," Mr. Tang said.
After returning to the community near Tang's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic and parking the car, Xiao Chen went to buy groceries and put them in the refrigerator. When Xiao Chen came out to drink tea with Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang suddenly patted his head and said: "There is one thing
I almost forgot to tell you something important."
"Mr. Tang, what's going on?"
"This is very important to your reputation and status in the Chinese medicine community."
Fame and status?
Xiao Chen was not interested in these things, otherwise he wouldn't have to be so low-key.
"Mr. Tang, just tell me what it is? If it's still about joining a branch of the Typhoid School, then forget it."
"It's not that thing, it's the 17th National Medical Competition, which will be held in Binhai City this year."
Today, the three most influential traditional Chinese medicine competitions include the Chinese Traditional Medicine Competition held every three years in China, the Eastern Medicine Competition in South Korea, and the Han Medicine Competition in Japan.
For example, China's Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition is held every three years and has the largest number of participants. In addition to experts from the seven major schools of traditional Chinese medicine in China, there will also be traditional Chinese medicine scholars from Japan, South Korea, and Southeast Asian countries. It is still very influential.
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However, this national medical competition is divided into preliminary rounds and semi-finals.
The preliminary round only consists of answer sheets and quiz questions. Only when you enter the semi-finals can it be considered a real Chinese medicine competition.
Xiao Chen thought it was something, but he didn't expect it to be a traditional Chinese medicine competition?
"Mr. Tang, what is the Chinese Medical Competition?"
"It is a traditional Chinese medicine competition that is held every three years. It is the responsibility of the Ministry of Health and various departments of traditional Chinese medicine. The prizes are generous. It can be said to be a good harvest of fame and fortune."
After Xiao Chen heard this, his expression remained the same, and he didn't seem very interested.
"You don't want to participate?"
"Mr. Tang, I am not seeking fame or profit. Whether or not I participate is nothing to me."
"You are still too young. Only by winning this grand prize will you gain more status in the field of Chinese medicine in the future. Although your current medical skills are very powerful, they have not been spread out yet, including by the Typhoid School of Medicine, and they may not be recognized. However,
, if you get a good ranking in the traditional Chinese medicine competition, it will be different then."
Xiao Chen still shook his head. He remembered that his master and his wife told him that the purpose of studying medicine is to cure diseases and save people, not for fame and fortune.
Of course, it would be better if it was communication, but Xiao Chen was not interested in competing for fame and fortune.
Looking at Xiao Chen's appearance, Mr. Tang knew that although Xiao Chen had great medical skills and was very smart, there were some things that he still didn't know.
In this world, the most important thing is a person's name. Otherwise, no matter how great your medical skills are, only some people will know about it.
However, this Chinese medicine competition is different, as it faces almost the entire Chinese medicine community.
"This will be of great help to you in promoting traditional Chinese medicine in the future!"
Moreover, Mr. Tang also knew that Xiao Chen now possesses the treasures of secret recipes of traditional Chinese medicine. If he does not get more reputation to protect him, others may still bully him in the future.
Promote traditional Chinese medicine?
Isn't this one of the tasks given to him by his master and his wife?
Xiao Chen thinks this is pretty good.
"Mr. Tang, when will you sign up?"
"You can sign up now, and you are among the last batch of people to sign up!" Mr. Tang said with a smile.
He found that Xiao Chen listened to his master and his wife the most.
It was almost time for registration to end.
If Mr. Tang hadn't suddenly remembered it now, Xiao Chen wouldn't have known about these things.
Mr. Tang plans to sign up for Xiao Chen when he goes back tomorrow.
"I will sign up for you when I go back tomorrow. I will participate in the preliminary round first. The questions and answers should be very simple. This is to exclude some contestants with poor basic skills in traditional Chinese medicine."
After the matter was agreed, Xiao Chen went upstairs by himself. Sure enough, when he turned on the computer, he checked the Chinese Medical Competition. This time, the Chinese Medical Competition was organized by the Ministry of Health, Binhai City Health Bureau, the headquarters of the seven major schools of traditional Chinese medicine, and some Chinese medicine associations.
Jointly organized competition.
The bonus is quite good. The first place can get a bonus of one million, and may also go to Yanjing in person to receive a State Council subsidy.
After Xiao Chen looked at it, he found that the top ten winners of the previous sixteen competitions were all monopolized by the Typhoid School and Febrile Disease School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and there were not many winners from other schools of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Xiao Chen didn't look carefully. In fact, he also wanted to go over and see what the level of these traditional Chinese medicine contestants was like.
As for the free clinic activity of the Typhoid School branch that he followed Mr. Tang to attend that day, he found that the level of those association members should only be a little higher than the level of doctors in tertiary hospitals. (To be continued)