Raiders TCM Daily

Chapter 12
Shen Fu: "He must want to make more money from you. How can he know whether there are thyroid nodules by feeling his pulse? Is his hand more accurate than a B-ultrasound machine? Does it also have a fluoroscopy machine? If he can feel it, Regarding the thyroid gland, some skilled doctors can feel the nodules inside, but how is it possible to feel the pulse! You won’t even believe it!”

Yan Qingqing: "Yes, I argued with him at that time, and I even recorded it. I just planned to come back and do a B-ultrasound, and then go to him! He must be a quack doctor pretending to be a miracle doctor!"

Shen Fu: "I must rip off his vest in public! I hate doctors who show off and cheat the most!"

At this time, the B-ultrasound doctor said, "Doctor Yan, please stop talking, I can't see clearly."

Yan Qingqing shut up obediently.

A few seconds later, the doctor said: "The left thyroid gland is hypoechoic, with a size of 1.8*0.6cm. Well, there are no other problems."

Yan Qingqing stood up, her eyes dull, like a doll, and wiped the gel on her neck with a tissue.

Yan Qingqing couldn't believe her ears and confirmed again: "Doctor, what does low echo mean?"

Ultrasound doctor: "Dr. Yan, it means nodule."

coax!
Yan Qingqing felt like her brain was exploding. What did she just say?
Shen Fu: The slap in the face came so fast that people were caught off guard.

The two people packed up their things and returned to the office in despair.

When she arrived at the office, Yan Qingqing couldn't control her already hungry stomach. She took out a bunch of snacks from the drawer and the lunch box she had been waiting for a long time to open.

"I spent 1000 yuan on this bento!"

As soon as the lunch box was opened, a burst of fragrance filled the whole room.

On top of the snow-white rice soup, there are a few albizia flowers and plum blossoms floating in red and white, like a snow scene painting in winter, which makes people salivate.

Another thermos bucket contains olives stewed with radish and clear pork ribs soup, with several green olives lying inside.

Shen Fu poked his head out, "What kind of porridge is this? Why have you never seen it before?"

Yan Qingqing recalled what Bai Su said, "It seems to be called albizia flower porridge and radish soup."

Shen Fu's face was full of disbelief: "Albizia flower porridge? I've never heard of it. Have you been fooled? This porridge is worth 1000 yuan?"

Yan Qingqing took out the spoon in the lunch box and went to the sink to refill it, "I ordered it in the cafeteria of Yumeiyi Traditional Chinese Medicine Center. Just judging by its appearance and appearance, it doesn't look like a vulgar product."

Shen Fu took out a bag of potato chips, and with the other hand, he was on Baidu on his mobile phone, "How can this dish, which I have never heard of before, be so delicious? Let me eat that, it is better to let me eat snacks."

Just as she finished speaking, she noticed that it was clearly written on the Baidu page. As she read it, she read, "Plum blossom and albizia flower porridge is a kind of medicinal diet. It is suitable for patients with liver stagnation and qi stagnation. Long-term consumption can soothe the liver, regulate qi, and regulate the internal organs."

Yan Qingqing remembered that Bai Su said that she seemed to be one of those patients with liver stagnation and qi stagnation.

She took a spoonful of acacia porridge and put it into her mouth. The pink and tender petals were stewed so soft that they melted in the mouth, and slipped into the tip of her tongue along the dense porridge. Dancing in the snow on a winter night.

She began to wonder which chef made this. It couldn't be from the cafeteria!

Seeing Yan Qingqing's entranced expression, Shen Fu couldn't help but ask, "Does it taste good? Does it taste weird?"

Yan Qingqing shook her head, "I have eaten all kinds of delicious food from China and South Korea, but I think this porridge is unbeatable! It tastes delicious!"

(End of this chapter)