This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 43
The two went to the clinic to change their clothes, and called Du Fei to start working together.

Just when everyone was about to take their positions, Du Heng held Wu Buwei back.

Wu Buwei was puzzled, "What's wrong, brother?"

Du Heng looked at Wu Buwei and asked, "How have you learned during this time? Do you feel that you have improved?"

"Yes, I have benefited a lot."

"That's good. Come on, today you are attending, and I will help you." Du Heng said and sat in Wu Buwei's seat, helping to register files and record prescriptions.

But Wu Buwei panicked.

He has learned a lot, but it is the first time for him to see a patient independently.

Moreover, with so many people present, the pressure made him tremble even more, and he didn't dare to sit in that seat at all.

"Brother, I can't do it, you should come."

The old God Du Heng was sitting firmly on the bench, "Look at your potential, I have been following you for a month, and there are only a few common diseases, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid."

"Fart, that's what you said last time when you gave that facial paralysis patient an injection. In the end, you didn't do a good job."

Wu Buwei still didn't dare, "Senior brother, that's different. Last time I got the needle, I followed the rules and followed the rules. Now I have to diagnose it myself, I can't do it."

Du Heng became impatient, "Come here if I tell you to. I'll watch from the side. Can I still make you make mistakes? Sit down and start quickly."

"Then... well, if you make a mistake, you can't scold me."

"Basic diseases and common diseases can't be wrong, don't scold you if you make a mistake, I will beat you on the spot."

Du Heng said it fiercely, but the smile on his face let Wu Buwei know that it was just a joke.

Du Heng no longer cares about Wu Buwei, because Du Fei has already completed the basic inspection for the first person.

"Horse hoof, you are very majestic."

The young man who sat down began to mock Du Heng as soon as he opened his mouth.

Because Du Heng's name is still a traditional Chinese medicine name, also known as horseshoe incense.

Du Heng glanced at the man in front of him speechlessly, "Mr. Donkey, what's wrong with you?"

"Du Heng is too much. I already have sons. I can't call this nickname anymore. Call me by my name, Du Jiang."

"Fart, what can I call you, you just called me a nickname."

"You're amazing, I admit defeat. Come on, help me see, I've been suffering to death these few days."

Du Heng naturally put his hand on Du Jiang's wrist, and raised his eyes to observe Du Jiang's complexion carefully.

Although it is said that Wu Buwei is the chief physician, but he has to go through it from his own hands, and he can't really let it go.

In that case, it would be irresponsible to both the patient and Wu Buwei.

Du Heng's fingers twitched on his pulse, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart, Wu Buwei is really lucky, he just got such a disease when he just got started.

"Have you been sick for a few days?"

"Let me figure it out. My daughter-in-law felt a headache when she entered the delivery room, and then she had a little fever. At that time, my daughter-in-law's attending doctor prescribed two boxes of Lianhua Qingwen Capsules for me. After a while, I just didn't care about it. It worked. I thought it was just a cold, not a serious illness, and my daughter-in-law had just given birth, and there was no one around, and she had to go through birth procedures for the child, so I was going to carry it over."

When Du Jiang said this, his voice was a little depressed, "Who would have imagined that today should be the ninth day. I have a headache and fever. I just cough when I lie down, and I can't urinate. See if you can It can’t be cured, if it can’t be cured, I’ll go to a big hospital to have a look. Now I don’t think I have a cold.”

Du Heng knew it in his heart, and retracted his hand to diagnose the pulse, looked at Du Jiang and said with a smile, "Don't scare yourself, go over, and let my little brother treat you for you."

Du Jiang hesitated for a moment, "Don't mess around, can you do it, little brother? We are classmates and brothers, so don't hurt me."

"Don't worry, I won't die, hurry over and don't block anyone."

Du Jiang reluctantly sat in front of Wu Buwei, and Wu Buwei took a deep breath and began to diagnose alone for the first time.

This is not an assessment in the office where no one is doing it, but a real battle.

If you succeed, you will be full of confidence. If you fail, you will lose yourself.

Du Heng looked at Wu Buwei who was waiting in full force and smiled, and began to register the woman sitting in front of him.

The woman was from another village. Du Heng looked familiar but couldn't name her.

It's better to check it yourself first, and then push it to Wu Buwei for him to make a diagnosis.

But when Du Heng finished checking, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

I don't know whether Wu Buwei is lucky or just unlucky. I haven't encountered a disease for a month. As soon as I was handed over to Wu Buwei as the doctor, I encountered two cases immediately, and I was also drunk.

But now that the task is completed, the new task requires [-] cases. According to the law of this month, it is simply not something that can be completed in a short time.

In this case, there are patients now, why not slow down the pace and let Wu Buwei practice hard.

There are only three brigades left in the back. Although they have more people, Du Heng doesn't think it will be possible to have the grand occasion now.

The remaining three brigades are all near the hospital and closer to the urban area. It takes them only half an hour to reach the urban area. Normally, they look down on the medical conditions of the hospital.

So after seeing the doctor in Dujiagou, Du Heng's trip to the village is basically over.

Wu Buwei finished the diagnosis, hesitated in the dialectical gap, and glanced at Du Heng next to him.

With a smile on his face, Du Heng sat up a little straighter, turned his head to look at Wu Buwei, his eyes were full of encouragement.

Wu Buwei coughed softly, cleared his throat, and then said, "The pulse is as tight as a string, sharp and straight, like a string going straight. The patient's body is hot and cold, sweating, coughing, his face is red, and the sun disease."

After finishing speaking, Wu Buwei looked at Du Heng with burning eyes, he was very confident in his argument, and he was waiting for Du Heng's compliment.

Du Heng just smiled slightly, "It seems that studying "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" during this period of time is still effective, but if you think about it carefully, you still have to argue."

What do you mean?
Isn't it right?
Wu Buwei froze for a moment, his self-confidence was frustrated.

I had no choice but to focus on Du Jiang again, and quickly searched all the knowledge points he had memorized in his mind.

but. . . . . .No clue, it is indeed Taiyang disease.

Du Heng saw Wu Buwei's plight, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, it is impossible to really hang Wu Buwei there, so he reminded, "How does the "Main Classic" say that the pulse is tight?"

"Meridians"?
Wu Buwei once again began to scratch his head.

There are so many classics of Chinese medicine, and many diseases use different terms and explanations. Without a qualified master to teach, it is easy to get involved by yourself.

Wu is not afraid of this month, thanks to Du Heng who is always by his side, otherwise he would have become a fool.

Wu Buwei's eyes lit up, and he whispered, "I see."

(End of this chapter)