TCM in New York

Chapter 94 Treating Diarrhea with Rhubarb

"Boss, I also think we need a website!" Danny Flamel nodded in approval.

"So, Danny, do you know the person or company that built the website?"

"BOSS! If you want to build a website, I can try it!" Debbie Abdullah raised her hand as a gesture.

"Do you know how to build a website?" Ding Changsheng looked at Debbie Abdullah and asked in surprise.

"Boss, I minored in computer programming in school!
Because of photography, it is often necessary to use computers to make special effects, render backgrounds and so on.

When I was in school, I helped many companies build websites. "Debbie Abdullah smiled sweetly.

"Very good! Then I will leave it to you to build the website! You are a photographer, so you should know how to make the website beautiful!
Of course, this is your extra work, so naturally I won't treat you badly!
The construction and maintenance of the website are all entrusted to you, and you can receive two wages in the future! "Ding Changsheng said very boldly.

"Thank you boss! You are really a generous boss!" Debbie Abdullah said happily.

If she can receive two salaries, then her income can almost be doubled. It turns out that many things that are in love but have no money to buy can be put on the agenda.

"What our foundation pays attention to is that you get what you work for. If you pay, you will naturally get something!" Ding Changsheng waved his hands proudly.

Debbie Abdullah happily went upstairs to program and build a website.

Everyone else went back to work in their respective offices.

Ding Changsheng stayed downstairs with Zhou Linlin and his three daughters, waiting for the patients to come to their door.

Soon, patients came.

"Doctor, my arm is so painful that I dare not move it, please help me!" A young man walked in with a bitter face.

"Don't worry, let me see!
Can you try to lift your arms up? Ding Changsheng walked out of the counter, looked at the Chinese youth and asked.

"I can't lift it up, I can only lift it to this position. Am I dislocated?" The Chinese youth didn't know anything, and he had some understanding of his own situation.

"Yes! It's a dislocation!" Ding Changsheng smiled and nodded.
"Don't move, I'll take a look for you!" Ding Changsheng stretched out his hand to hold the young Chinese's wrist, and with his other hand, swept the young Chinese's arm.

"Is this position painful?"

"Yes! Yes! This is the position!"

"Hmm! You have dislocated your shoulder joint!" Ding Changsheng nodded, and shook the hand holding the young Chinese's wrist while speaking.

"Ouch!" The Chinese youth groaned.

"Okay!" Ding Changsheng laughed.

"Okay? Oh? My arm doesn't hurt, and I can lift it up! It's really good!" the Chinese youth said in surprise.

"Hehe! You are dislocated, and it's easy to reset!" Ding Changsheng laughed.

"Doctor, do I still need to take medicine or something?"

"No, you are so young, you don't need to take medicine! Just don't exercise strenuously for these two days!" Ding Changsheng waved his hands.

"You really don't need to take medicine?" the Chinese youth asked worriedly.

"It's really not necessary. If you insist on taking some medicine to rest assured, then I'll give you some soup and medicine?"

"Forget it, I believe you!" The Chinese youth quickly refused.

"how much is it?"

"Give me ten dollars!" Ding Changsheng said after thinking for a while.

"Here!" The Chinese youth readily paid.

Ten dollars, it's too cheap, he's dislocated, if he goes to the hospital, he can't be cured without a few hundred dollars.

It is very troublesome to treat dislocation with western medicine. I want to take pictures, then reset and fix it manually, and take anti-inflammatory and blood-activating drugs.

In fact, according to traditional Chinese medicine, dislocation is not such a troublesome thing at all. In the eighties and 90s, it was very common for those skinny children to dislocate their elbow joints and shoulder joints.

In many villages, there are people who can reset. It is very simple to rub and press to reset.

There is no such thing as going to the hospital to take a film.

After the Chinese youths were sent away, another patient came in.

"Doctor Ding, I've been having diarrhea for several months!" the visitor said to Ding Changsheng, clutching his stomach.

Ding Changsheng also knew this man, and he was also a Chinese living on Wu Street. His name was Jiang Heming.

A Guangzhou native immigrated to the United States during his father's generation. He is considered the second generation of immigrants.

A fruit shop opened on Mo Street.

"Why did you come here?" Ding Changsheng asked while putting the pulse pillow on the counter.

"I don't think diarrhea is a serious illness, so I roasted a few heads of garlic and ate it.

However, I didn't expect it to be so serious this time. It has been bad, and now my stomach hurts when I press it! "Jiang Heming explained with a wry smile.

"I'll take your pulse!" Ding Changsheng nodded.

Many patients, after getting sick, like to use some local methods to treat themselves.

Sometimes local methods can really cure diseases.

But that's symptomatic.

Because there are many reasons for a single diarrhea, and if you get it right, it can be cured soon.

For example, eating roasted garlic has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects, and it is very effective for dysentery diarrhea.

But if the diarrhea is caused by the disharmony of the spleen and stomach, it cannot be cured by eating roasted garlic.

This is the case with Jiang Heming.

"Brother Jiang, these three are the interns of our Changshengtang, ask them to take your pulse and exercise!" After Ding Changsheng took the pulse, he did not rush to prescribe the medicine, but politely asked Jiang Heming road.

"No problem!" Jiang Heming readily agreed when he saw Zhou Linlin's three beauties.

This is the advantage of beauties. If there were three big men, Jiang Heming would definitely not be so happy.

"Come on, give brother Jiang a pulse, and then each prescribe a prescription!" Ding Changsheng turned and said to Zhou Linlin and the others.

Zhou Linlin's three daughters took turns to take Jiang Heming's pulse, look at his tongue coating, and went through the four diagnostic procedures.

Then, the three women took their prescription notebooks and wrote down their diagnosis and treatment plan.

After Ding Changsheng took the prescription and looked at it, he didn't say anything, but told Zhou Linlin: "Sister Lin Lin, get three servings of cinnamon twig and yellow soup for brother Jiang!

桂枝9克白芍18克生姜9克大枣10枚炙甘草6克大黄6克。”

After hearing Ding Changsheng's prescription, Zhou Linlin blushed, turned around to grab the medicine without saying a word.

Wang Linna stuck out her tongue too, and ran to help Zhou Linlin grab the medicine.

"Changsheng, he already had diarrhea, why did you add yellow to him?" Zhang Xin asked with some doubts.

"I'll explain it to you later!"

After Ding Changsheng finished speaking, he asked Jiang Heming, "Brother Jiang, are you going home to decoct the medicine yourself, or shall we decoct it for you?"

"You can replace the decoction now? That must be decoction for me! This decoction is really too troublesome!" Jiang Heming said with a smile.

"No problem, just come over this afternoon and get the decocted liquid medicine!" Ding Changsheng laughed.

(End of this chapter)