Rural Chinese Medicine Li Maoyang

Chapter 20 The Peasant Poet Makes Friends Out of Nothing
The spring breeze is getting warmer, the trees are turning green, and the grass buds are protruding from the ground. In the field, rows of green wheat seedlings have emerged from the wheat planted by the farmers. When the breeze blows, the tender rows of wheat seedlings bend in the breeze. Waist dancing, looks like rows of children doing radio gymnastics, really cute.

On such a festive day, the good news that Han's mother was able to walk on crutches spread throughout Dukou Village like a spring breeze!
"Oh, that guy Li Maoyang has really become a doctor! He has cured Mama Han so much that she can walk!"

"Hey, look at what you said, he is not an ordinary doctor now, and he cured the diseases that the big hospitals can't help! Then Li Maoyang is now more arrogant than the doctors in the big hospitals!"

"It seems that that kid has really learned Dr. Zheng's skills!"

"No, it's just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse!"

"When a blind cat meets a dead mouse, try touching one! That's a cure, not empty talk!"

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There were all kinds of rumors in the village, some praised and some belittled, but Li Maoyang didn't pay much attention to these rumors. At this time, he was calling Bai Jinfeng.

This silly girl went to Liuyuan County without taking the medicine for a long time. When she went there, how many conditions did she have to be able to take the medicine well?

So with the attitude of being responsible for each patient, Li Maoyang still wants to persuade her again.

"Bai Jinfeng! The doctor's order I gave you is to take the medicine for at least 20 days. How long will you stop taking it? Don't you know your own physical condition?"

Li Maoyang yelled at Bai Jinfeng on the phone.

This silly girl really healed her scars and forgot about the pain, and she had to take medicine to get rid of the root of the disease in one go, so that a person who was exposed to the net for three days and fished for two days could cure a disease?

"Oh, Doctor Li, I'm already cured. My aunt didn't feel any pain when I came here last time. I don't need to take medicine anymore. The medicine is so bitter!"

Bai Jinfeng explained to Li Maoyang on the phone.

"It's fine if you don't have dysmenorrhea once or twice? Let me tell you, Bai Jinfeng, if you don't get rid of the cold and damp in your body, you may have dysmenorrhea again after a while!" Li Maoyang said.

He really wanted to snatch this silly girl back and force her to drink the medicinal soup enough times.

"Oh, Doctor Li, someone came to see me, that's all, bye!"

After Bai Jinfeng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Listening to the beeping busy tone from the microphone, Li Maoyang put away the phone with a wry smile. The patient didn't cooperate with the treatment, so there was nothing he could do. When that silly girl had dysmenorrhea again, she would be able to appreciate his painstaking efforts today.

But then it will take more effort to treat it.

Thinking of this, Li Maoyang sat down and began to sort out the medical records on the treatment of Han Ma's stroke and hemiplegia.

The above are some diagnostic records, experience and some famous sayings about the disease written by him, which are intermittent and fragmented. Summarize and write a medical case for treating Han Ma.

This will help him compare treatments the next time he encounters such a stroke-hemiplegic patient.

This is the so-called accumulation of experience.

Treating one disease and learning one disease, constantly accumulating experience, constantly comparing and identifying, he still doesn't believe that he can't become a great doctor!

The top of the big willow tree in front of the clinic is gently swaying in the wind. The black tiger is lying on the side of the kennel under the big tree, sticking out its tongue and panting lonely. Some birds fly by and chirp. A hen recently laid eggs. Other than the sound of croaking at the end, the surrounding area of ​​the clinic was quiet.

This is a good place for a man to study, but it is also a lonely place.

In the silence, Li Maoyang sat in the clinic, sometimes holding a pen to write, and sometimes contemplating. His medical records were very long. This was a process of reorganizing his treatment ideas, not for others to read. It was written for himself, so it got longer and longer, like a paper.

In such sorting, thinking and writing, his thoughts on the treatment of stroke hemiplegia became clearer and deeper, from the particularity of the disease to the universality, and then from the universality to the particularity, the thinking spread back and forth In-depth, it is a bit like a famous writer writing a thesis.

If a person who knew Li Maoyang well came here quietly at this time, he would be very surprised by Li Maoyang in front of him. How could a guy who is usually foolish be so quiet and serious?

People will change, especially learning Chinese medicine, it will really turn a guy who is usually idle and carefree into a stable and mature person.

The black tiger outside the clinic barked.

someone is coming.

Li Maoyang has emphasized to Heihu several times that people should not bark when they come to the clinic, but Heihu just doesn't listen, and still goes its own way, and when people come, they will bark and bark.

A tall man in his thirties appeared at the window, looked down into the clinic, then turned to the door and knocked.

"Please come in!" Li Maoyang said.

Someone opened the door and walked in.

"Brother Yan, sit down!" Li Maoyang said.

He is from Qunan Village.

Qunan Village and Dukou Village are separated by a large canal, and people on both sides rarely communicate with each other, and Li Maoyang is not familiar with most of the people in Qunan Village.

But he was more familiar with this person.

His name is Yan Xiaorong, a Chinese name given by the Mongolian people, and he is also elegant, likes to drink, play chess, and write poems. He has a nickname called Peasant Poet. I haven't heard of writing it since [-], probably because the county-level literary publication was revoked.

"Haha, it's easy for young people to learn but difficult to achieve. An inch of time is not to be taken lightly. My brother is working hard!" The tall Yan Xiaorong scratched his head and sat opposite Li Maoyang's clinic table and smiled.

"Sit down and have nothing to do, just sort out the medical records." Li Maoyang smiled and said, "Brother Yan, what's the matter?"

While talking, he stood up and poured Yan Xiaorong a glass of water with a disposable water cup.

This person has strong self-esteem and is good at chatting with others. Li Maoyang is afraid that he will talk endlessly, and he is still busy writing medical records.

"It's nothing serious, it's just transferred here, and I'll stop by to see you, a great doctor who became famous at a young age!" Yan Xiaorong said with a smile.

"Brother Yan was joking. I'm not a big doctor. I'm just a small doctor in the countryside." Li Maoyang laughed, "But ordinary problems can also be seen by others."

"Haha, brother is too modest. He can't be regarded as a great doctor to cure a stroke patient with hemiplegia? That's right, I have a friend..."

Just as Yan Xiaorong was talking about this, the dog outside the clinic started barking again, but stopped after only two barks.

Yan Xiaorong turned his head and saw a Volkswagen SUV parked outside the window, and said with a smile: "Brother, you don't like the poor and love the rich, do you?"

"No, one of my classmates is here." Li Maoyang said, he naturally recognized Qiao Chunwang's car.

But it's unlikely that Qiao Chunwang came, it's probably Qiao Guoguo who came.

Han's mother can stand up and walk, how could Qiao Guoguo not come here instead of her father, seeing is believing?
Sure enough, after the car door was opened, Qiao Guoguo jumped out of the car, and the black tiger wagged its tail at her immediately. This guy seemed to know that its owner looked at Qiao Guoguo differently.

(End of this chapter)