This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 23
"Xiaoheng, this is my sister Wang Shuqiu, a primary school teacher, she looks pretty." Wang Zhenzhen was very enthusiastic, and took Wang Shuqiu's hand to introduce to Du Heng.

"Xiaoqiu, he is the Du Heng I told you about, the pillar of our hospital."

Wang Shuqiu glanced at Du Heng, looked him up and down, and said lightly, "You are the one who released our pigeons the day before yesterday."

Du Heng smiled awkwardly, no matter what it was, it was wrong to let someone else's pigeons go, "It's me, I'm really sorry, something happened the day before yesterday. Didn't I just come here to make amends today?"

"Good attitude, sit down."

She twisted her waist and sat next to Wang Zhenzhen.

Du Heng frowned, this girl's attitude is a bit arrogant.

Wang Zhenzhen saw that the atmosphere was a bit cold, so she took the initiative to speak, and pulled the two of them to start chatting.

However, Wang Shuqiu still acted very proud, and treated Du Heng indifferently.

Ask a sentence, say a sentence, don't ask, don't tell.

Even if he took the initiative to talk, he would chat with Wang Zhenzhen and praise the delicious hot pot of this restaurant.

Du Heng took a bite of the dish, and smiled slightly as he lowered his head and chewed.

You like to answer and ignore, and I'm not interested in putting a hot face on a cold ass.

Besides, you are good-looking, but you didn't let me touch it.

You put on a proud face for me, is it useful?
Du Heng didn't take the initiative to speak anymore, and focused on solving the hot pot in front of him.

Not to mention, this hot pot is really delicious.

"Oh, have you already eaten?"

Wang Zhenzhen's husband, Gong Daoyang, director of the Zhonghu Town Police Station, came in with a cold breath and rubbed his hands.

Although I am not very familiar with Du Heng, I do know each other.

Except that Du Heng is Wang Zhenzhen's colleague, the police station and the hospital are not far away.

One is on the left side of the road, the other is on the right side of the road, and the distance between the two is no more than 100 meters.

Gong Daoyang's arrival made the dinner table even more lively, and Du Heng also had someone to chat with.

Talking to the two women just now, I always felt weird.

During the meal break, Gong Daoyang suddenly asked Du Heng, "Brother, please help me take a look. Recently, I haven't been able to sleep well at night, and I tend to suffer from insomnia. After finally falling asleep, I started dreaming again. After waking up, my whole body ached. , it is better not to sleep."

Du Heng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and took a closer look at Gong Daoyang's external features, "He doesn't look very good. It's one aspect of not sleeping well, and another aspect of being overworked. Give me your hand, and I'll diagnose your pulse."

"Okay, help me take a look, this period of time has tortured me enough. Every time I want to go to the hospital, I can't find the time. I finally get off work, and the hospital is also off work. Go to the emergency room, and people still no."

Du Heng began to check the pulse, and asked casually,

"Is Brother Gong drinking?"

"Some time ago, I drank it almost every day."

Du Heng nodded clearly, "Are there any other symptoms?"

"Also, well, my wife should have told you last time."

"Oh. Sister Wang, have you done the massage I told you about?"

Wang Zhenzhen replied, "I did it, I have been doing it for the past three days."

"Does it work?"

"Yes, I don't know if I haven't tried it yet. However, I have slept a lot in the past two days."

Gong Daoyang glared at his daughter-in-law, who hadn't tried it yet, and played the piano indiscriminately.

Of course, Wang Zhenzhen stared back not to be outdone, but my mother has never tried it, so is she wrong?
He was eating well, why did he suddenly become ill?
Wang Shuqiu stared at Du Heng curiously. She was attracted by the way of seeing a doctor anytime, anywhere.

A while ago, she was dizzy and went to see a doctor. She didn't say a word when she saw the doctor, and she started wandering around in various examination rooms.

Once the inspection is done, the blood test, B-ultrasound and other checklists are in my hands, and the time in the morning is just gone.

Back in the consulting room, the doctor glanced at it casually, and then said that he was a little anemic, and he prescribed some medicine and dismissed it.

More than 4 hours in the morning, talking to the doctor for no more than 3 minutes in total, and spending nearly 400 yuan, I feel liver pain just thinking about it.

After Du Heng checked the pulse, he smiled and said, "It's nothing wrong, Brother Gong. It should be because I've been too tired recently. I'll give you a simple treatment. I'll prescribe some blood-nourishing and tranquilizing medicine, and just pay attention to rest."

"How to treat?"

Du Heng thought for a while, then opened his bag, and took out the needle kit, "I'll give you a few needles, and I'll go out and buy some medicine later, just drink it at home."

Du Heng wanted to give Gong Daoyang an acupuncture treatment at the dinner table. As for whether there would be any risks, Du Heng felt it was impossible.

The risk of treatment does not exist in his own hands. As for other risks, Du Heng glanced at Wang Zhenzhen and Gong Daoyang, thinking that they should not be such people.

When Du Heng was preparing, Wang Shuqiu couldn't help asking, "Isn't it true that your doctors in traditional Chinese medicine see diseases, what evils, and what doesn't work? Why don't you talk about these things when you treat diseases?"

At this time, Wang Shuqiu took the initiative to talk to Du Heng for the first time this evening. Du Heng glanced at Wang Shuqiu casually, and he didn't want to say anything.

But it would be very rude not to mention it, and it would embarrass Wang Zhenzhen, the middleman, so she explained softly, "Syndrome differentiation is for the doctor himself, in order to find out the cause more accurately and prescribe a prescription for treatment. In one, Even if you don’t understand it, wouldn’t it be better to tell you about your condition simply and clearly?”

After finishing speaking, he walked directly to Gong Daoyang with the prepared needle, "Come on, Brother Gong, it's the acupuncture point that my sister Wang massaged for you these days, and expose it."

Gong Daoyang was not a hypocritical person either, he lifted up his sleeves and trouser legs neatly.

Neiguan, Quchi, Sanyinjiao, and Zusanli are on the forearm and calf.

Du Heng didn't talk nonsense, and started to prick the acupuncture points directly, using strong stimulation method for each acupuncture point.

Wang Shuqiu looked interesting and wanted to ask, but she was afraid of disturbing Du Heng and dared not ask.

There are only two big eyes left, looking at him eagerly.

Du Heng felt that it was almost done, took off the needle, and while sterilizing the bag, he said, "Brother Gong, come to me again tomorrow morning. One more prick will be enough."

"Okay, I'll definitely come tomorrow." Gong Daoyang removed his sleeves and trouser legs, and shook them slightly to feel them, "Brother, I don't need to take medicine now, do I?"

"You still have to take the medicine. Is it convenient for you to drink soup and medicine? If it's not convenient, take pills."

"Is there any difference?"

"The decoction is inconvenient to make, and the taste is bitter, but the effect is quick. If you take the medicine three or four times, your disease will be almost cured. The pills are convenient and simple, but the pills sold outside are all simplified versions. It's going to be a little longer."

Gong Daoyang thought for a while, "Let's prescribe pills. I don't have many when I'm busy with work. Pills are convenient, and you can take them out at any time."

Du Heng understands Gong Daoyang's concerns, the rural police are not sure where they are every day.

Maybe when everyone was eating at noon, they were looking for sheep for the villagers in some valley, or they were trying to persuade a fight in front of the gate of some house.

It is difficult to eat on time, let alone drink medicine.

(End of this chapter)