TCM in New York

Chapter 151 The reporter is really sick

"Sir, excuse me, can you tell me what kind of illness Thalia came here for?" One of them poked Ding Changsheng's mouth with a microphone.

"Sorry, this is private!

In addition, are you mistaken? This is a Chinese medicine clinic, a place for health care and rehabilitation, not a hospital, let alone a place to see a doctor. Ding Changsheng took a step back and said with a smile.

American entertainment reporters are no less crazy than Chinese reporters.

These people are the reporters who followed Talia Ryder.

These people are like flies, chasing and surrounding celebrities every day, just to get news reports.

"Sir, are you saying that Thalia is here for rehabilitation?" The reporter asked again after being excited.

"I didn't say that, I said the health care here, the traditional Chinese medicine clinic for rehabilitation, if you talk nonsense, I will sue you!
In addition, I just took a photo, please delete the photo, if my photo appears on any media, I will sue you for violating my portrait rights.

There are surveillance cameras in my store, and our conversations have been recorded. Ding Changsheng corrected him with a stare.

The most annoying thing about these entertainment reporters is that they like to listen to the wind and rain, and take things out of context.

If Ding Changsheng didn't correct it, he wouldn't know how to make it up later.

Put Ding Changsheng's photo on the top, and edit the rest.

"Everyone, I'm a Chinese medicine clinic here, and I'm not accepting interviews. Please go out! Don't let the rest of you go." After Ding Changsheng finished speaking, he began to clear people out.

"We are reporters and have the right to interview!"

"I am a citizen and have the right to refuse interviews!

Please get out!Otherwise I'm going to call the police! "

"I'm not feeling well, and I want to have acupuncture treatment!" One of the small white journalists rolled his eyes and got an idea, shouting loudly.

"Yes, yes! I'm also not feeling well and need rehabilitation!" Several other reporters also shouted.

"Okay! You line up and come one by one!" Ding Changsheng laughed.

"Sir, can you tell me what's wrong with Thalia? I can pay you for the information."

"Sorry, this is private!

We have a duty to protect the privacy of any client who comes here for rehab or health counseling. "Ding Changsheng refused very simply.

"Stretch out your hand, and I'll give you a pulse!" Ding Changsheng then said with a faint smile.

The little white reporter had no choice but to stretch out his hand and ask Ding Changsheng to give him his pulse.

"Sir, how long has it been since you had a physical examination?" Ding Changsheng put away his smile and asked seriously.

"I..." The little white reporter froze for a moment, how long has it been since he had a physical examination?
He also forgot how long he hadn't had a medical examination.

"In this way, you will go to the hospital for a stomach examination later."

"Sir, what do you mean by that?" The little white reporter was confused by Ding Changsheng's words and asked suspiciously.

"You have a tumor in your stomach, the tumor is about three centimeters long, and the shape is not very good!
You go to the hospital for an examination first, and if you need it, you can come back to me. After Ding Changsheng finished speaking, he ignored the small white reporter and turned to look at the next wheat-colored female reporter.

"It's your turn!"

The small white reporter stood up, a little dazed, a little nervous, and a little disbelieving.

"Sir, can you tell me about Thalia's situation?" He said and gave Ding Changsheng a wink.

"Sorry, this is customer privacy!
Stretch out your hand, I'll give you a pulse! "

Helpless, the wheat-colored female reporter also extended her hand, feeling a little interested in Ding Changsheng.

Although Ding Changsheng hated entertainment reporters like them, he didn't just fool them just because they were entertainment reporters, and he still took the other party's pulse very carefully.

"Let me see your tongue!" Ding Changsheng said after finishing his pulse.

The pulse is slow and stringy, and the pressure is weak, and the tongue is pale and the coating is white.

"Do you often have inexplicable palpitations? When you are palpitated, you will feel restless, or when you are sleeping, you will suddenly wake up with palpitations and startle, and then you can no longer fall asleep. It will take a while to relieve." Ding Changsheng asked after reading his tongue.

"Yes, yes! How do you know?" The wheat-colored female reporter asked anxiously, forgetting that she was planning to seduce Ding Changsheng for an interview.

"Naturally, it can be seen from the pulse!" Ding Changsheng said with a faint smile: "You should have seen a doctor for your illness, and there is no good way for the doctor, just tell you to rest well and don't think too much. Prescribe some soothing medicine.

After eating, there is no effect at all. "

"Yes! I've been to several hospitals, and they said it was caused by mental stress, and suggested that I see a psychiatrist.

I also went to the psychiatrist, but the effect was not good. The wheat-colored female reporter nodded quickly.

"Ha ha!
Yours is not caused by mental stress, but because you often stay up late and eat irregularly, resulting in deficiency of heart yang. "

"Heart yang deficiency?"

"This is what Chinese medicine says!

I'll prescribe a few soups and medicines for you to recuperate. Don't stay up late at night. About three medicines will restore your health. Ding Changsheng said with a confident smile.

"Good! Thank you sir!"

"Are you decocting the medicine on your behalf or going back to decoct it yourself?" Ding Changsheng asked while writing the medical record.

"Substitute the decoction! I don't understand your Chinese decoction."

"Okay! Before five o'clock in the afternoon, come and get the decocted liquid medicine! Take it twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, and try not to stay up late in the future!
Otherwise, it will be fine this time, and it will recur next time. "Ding Changsheng explained the doctor's order.

This is Wen Xiaoming just finishing his own diagnosis and handing over the written medical record to Ding Changsheng for signature.

Ding Changsheng took over the medical record, handed over the just-prescribed prescription to Wen Xiaoming, asked him to fetch the medicine, and then began to review Wen Xiaoming's medical record.

He looked up and saw the patients Wen Xiaoming treated so that he could compare them with the medical records.

After reading it, he felt that there was no problem. Ding Changsheng signed it and handed it to Wen Xiaoming.

"Sir, due to the nature of my job, I can't guarantee that I won't stay up late!" the wheat-colored female reporter said bitterly.

These entertainment reporters are actually not easy. It is normal to eat and sleep in the open.

Occasionally, he would be beaten, and if he provoked people he shouldn't, he might disappear.

"Then you take the medicine first, and then come every other week. I can use acupuncture to put you into a deep sleep. This way, combined with the medicine, it will be slower, but it will still keep you healthy." Ding Changsheng gave another treatment plan.

"How much does it cost for an acupuncture treatment?" the reporter asked carefully.

"It's about $150 or so for one session."

(End of this chapter)