69novels Chapter 37 Initial Consultation Shows Off Skills
Chapter 37 Initial Consultation Shows Off Skills
Chapter 37 Initial Consultation Shows Off Skills
[First paragraph]
The mahogany table in the consultation room was polished to a shine, and the glass jars were stacked neatly. Chen Shanhe sat cross-legged, placed his right hand on his old leader's wrist, and gently pressed his fingertips against his pulse.
His eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyebrows gradually furrowed.
The old leader sat upright, his back ramrod straight, but he occasionally let out a "hoarse" wheezing sound from his throat.
"Old buddy, is this young doctor reliable?" In the family section, a man in a suit turned his head and muttered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
The woman next to her chimed in, "So young, and he hasn't even grown a full beard yet. Just looking at him makes me anxious."
The sound wasn't loud, just enough to reach Chen Shanhe's ears.
His fingertips didn't move, and his speech was steady: "How long have you been coughing? Are you able to lie flat tonight?"
The old leader coughed twice and replied in a hoarse voice, "It's been three years. I get breathless as soon as I lie down at night and have to sit up until dawn."
"What color is the phlegm? Is it sticky?" Chen Shanhe raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the other person's mouth.
"White foam, very sticky, I can't clear it up by coughing."
"Do you usually drink? Do you smoke?"
"He drinks every day and never stops smoking."
Chen Shanhe withdrew his hand and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table twice: "The root of the problem lies in the deficiency of both the lungs and kidneys, with phlegm and dampness blocking the interior. Years of overwork, coupled with smoking and drinking, have depleted the lung qi, and the kidney water is also insufficient, so the phlegm cannot be dispersed, which is why I have shortness of breath every night."
As soon as he finished speaking, the consultation room fell silent.
The family member in the suit scoffed and turned to the person next to him, saying, "Sounds pretty convincing, all high-sounding terms."
The woman nodded in agreement: "Exactly, it's not that simple."
Chen Shanhe didn't reply. He got up, walked to the table, picked up a brush, and spread out a sheet of Xuan paper: "I'll write a prescription. Get the medicine and decoct it according to the prescription."
The brush fell on the paper with a resounding thud, and the ink characters were clear and distinct.
"Codonopsis pilosula 15g, Atractylodes macrocephala 12g, Poria cocos 12g, Glycyrrhiza uralensis 6g, Citrus reticulata 9g, Pinellia ternata 9g..."
He would read out each ingredient as he wrote it down.
"Add six parts white mustard seed, nine parts perilla seed, and nine parts radish seed."
As he finished writing, he pushed the prescription over: "Six Gentlemen Decoction combined with Three Sons Nourishing Parents Decoction, one dose each morning and evening, decocted in water and taken warm."
He paused, then added, "Take the first dose, and I'll come back for a follow-up appointment tomorrow morning."
He glanced at the crowd and said, "Smoking and drinking must be stopped first, and greasy and raw/cold foods must also be stopped."
The man in the suit reached for the prescription, glanced at it, and put it on the table: "Okay, let's give it a try." His tone was full of perfunctory attitude.
The woman stood up and said, "Then please come early tomorrow morning, young doctor."
Chen Shanhe nodded, and was about to speak when his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
He took out his phone, and the two words "Wanjing" on the screen were dazzlingly bright.
[Second paragraph]
Chen Shanhe got up, walked to the window, and pressed the answer button.
"Shanhe, have you eaten?" Su Wanjing's voice was trembling with sobs, her tone still shaking from crying.
"I've eaten, I'm taking care of business." Chen Shanhe lowered his voice, afraid of disturbing the family members inside.
"Who are you working for? Is it with that Murong Fangxiang?" Su Wanjing pressed, her voice suddenly rising.
"Just for medical treatment, at the leader's house." Chen Shanhe leaned against the window frame, gently tapping the glass with his fingertips.
"Then don't talk to her for too long, she's not a good person." Su Wanjing sniffed. "Also, don't eat anything good she offers you, don't get bribed."
"Okay, I'm just going to see a doctor." Chen Shanhe paused, "You should go to bed early, don't stay up late."
"I can't sleep, I miss you." Su Wanjing's voice softened again. "When are you coming back?"
"I'll be back as soon as I'm done." Chen Shanhe glanced in the direction of the consultation room. "I'll hang up now, I have something to do here."
"Then promise me you won't laugh with other women, and you won't look at them a second time," Su Wanjing urged anxiously.
"I promise you," Chen Shanhe replied softly, then hung up the phone.
As I turned to walk back, my phone was still in my pocket. The screen lit up again; it was a voice message from Wanjing.
He didn't listen anymore and walked back to the desk: "Prepare the prescription first, don't change the dosage. I'll come tomorrow morning. If you get really short of breath in the middle, take two lozenges first, and don't move around too much."
The man in the suit picked up the prescription and nodded perfunctorily, "I know, I know, don't worry."
Chen Shanhe didn't say anything more, turned around and picked up his coat: "I'm going out to take care of some things first, I'll be there at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
[Second paragraph]
As they stepped out of the mansion, Murong Fangxiang's carriage was parked right at the entrance.
The car window rolled down, and she leaned out: "All done?"
"Okay, I've prescribed a prescription. You'll have a follow-up appointment tomorrow morning." Chen Shanhe opened the car door and got in.
A faint scent of gardenias filled the car. Murong Fangxiang handed over a cup of warm tea: "Have a sip to soothe your throat first."
Chen Shanhe took it, took a sip, and said, "Thanks. The family has some doubts, so they didn't say much."
"Normal." Murong Fangxiang started the car. "Anyone who sees your age would have some doubts. But the prescription is sound, a combination of Liu Jun Zi Tang and San Zi Yang Qin Tang, which is perfect for this condition."
She paused, then glanced at him sideways: "That phone call earlier must have been quite a hassle, right?"
Chen Shanhe smiled but didn't reply.
His phone vibrated again, and he took it out to look at it.
Su Wanjing: [If you dare forget me, I'll come to the provincial capital to find you.]
It was followed by a crying face emoji.
Murong Fangxiang glanced at the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You little girl, I've got you tied down tight."
"Okay." Chen Shanhe put away his phone. "I'll stay at a hotel tonight and come first thing tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Murong Fangxiang nodded. "I'll have someone send over your usual acupuncture needles. Don't use the ones from outside."
Thanks.
The car merged into the traffic, and the neon lights outside the window flashed by one by one.
Chen Shanhe leaned back in his chair and gently rubbed his temples with his fingertips.
The first outbreak in this provincial capital may seem stable, but in reality, we cannot afford to relax even a little.
[Paragraph 4]
The next morning, at 7:50.
Chen Shanhe stood at the entrance of the mansion, carrying a medicine box in his hand.
Murong Fangxiang's car was parked nearby. She rolled down the window and said, "I'll go in with you."
"No need, I can do it myself," Chen Shanhe shook his head.
"Alright." Murong Fangxiang nodded. "Remember, if the family members have any further questions, don't take it to heart."
"I know." Chen Shanhe carried the suitcase and stepped through the gate.
In the consultation room, the old leader was already sitting at the table. His complexion was slightly better than yesterday, but his breathing was still rapid.
The family members sat nearby, their eyes still filled with suspicion.
The man in the suit saw Chen Shanhe and stood up to greet him: "Young doctor, you've finally arrived. I took the medicine last night, but there's been no change."
Chen Shanhe didn't reply, but walked straight up to his former leader: "How are you feeling today?"
"Still panting, I didn't sleep much last night," the old leader said, panting.
Chen Shanhe reached out to take his pulse, his fingertips touching the skin of his wrist, his eyebrows slightly raised.
After a moment, he looked up: "The phlegm hasn't lessened, but the qi is still weak. I'll adjust the prescription slightly, adding 15 grams of astragalus and 12 grams of angelica."
He picked up the pen and wrote on the paper with swift, decisive movements.
"Keep drinking, we'll see about it again tonight." He handed over the prescription. "Don't break the dietary restrictions. If you don't smoke or drink again, it'll all be for nothing."
The man in the suit picked up the prescription, glanced at it, and frowned. "Adding more medicine? Won't that cause a problem?"
Chen Shanhe raised his eyes and looked directly at the other person: "I'll take responsibility if there's a problem. If you don't believe me, you can ask another doctor to take a look. But don't change the prescription or add any medicine randomly."
His tone wasn't heavy, but it conveyed an undeniable steadiness.
The atmosphere in the consultation room instantly turned somber.
The family members exchanged glances and remained silent.
Chen Shanhe put away his pen, turned around and looked towards the door: "I'll come again tomorrow."
The moment he stepped out of the consultation room, he knew in his heart—
This first tough battle has only just begun.