Jishi doctor arrives

He has studied medical skills and pharmacology for decades, read medical books extensively, and thinks that there is no disease that he does not know, but there are many things he has never heard of on this paper written by Miss Yang.There are still so many medical skills in this world that he has not learned. He is already dying. He thought that he could die peacefully without any regrets in this life. Now that he saw this, he became afraid. He was afraid that he would not be able to learn such skills before he died. What a wonderful medicine.

These are the secret recipes hidden by the Yang family?Miss Yang said that she doesn't know how to feel the pulse, so she just relies on these to distinguish symptoms?If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

Mr. Bai kept shaking his head, greedily looking at every word on the paper.The symptoms were so specific, so subtle, without any ambiguity, it took a long time for old Mr. Bai to look up at Miss Yang, with envious eyes in his eyes. He has studied hard for so many years, but he didn't have the opportunity to learn these things. He never coveted other people's things, but now he can't wait to steal all the medical skills in Miss Yang's mind and take it for himself.

After Yang Mo finished writing the last word, she pointed to the blank space, "This is used to write about the symptoms of the second master." She looked up and found Mr. Bai standing beside her.

Yang Mo lowered her head and dried the ink, and stood aside, "Mr. Bai needs to fill in the pulse of various diseases." No one can beat Mr. Bai when it comes to pulse.

It took Mr. Bai a long time to steady his mind to pick up the pen. The pen could not help but tremble in his hand. After writing on this piece of paper, I don’t know how many people will be shocked. There are still his handwriting on it. Just like this, he should die And no regrets.

Old Mr. Bai wrote down the pulse carefully, and the servants of the Yan family have already invited the doctor to diagnose the symptoms.

Yang Mo said in a low voice: "How should Er Ye Yan's illness be written?"

Old Yan Ge looked at Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai's eyes showed eagerness, but in a blink of an eye, he was suppressed by the spontaneous medical ethics, "I don't know how to distinguish symptoms."

Mr. Yan Ge stood there in amazement, even Mr. Bai didn't know how to do it, so what to do, even if he had a diagnosis of other illnesses, and didn't write Brother Qiao's illness on it, it... still wouldn't do anything .

Mr. Bai turned his head to look at Yang Mo, and this action attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

"Since it's about curing diseases and saving lives, you must do your best. No one can identify the methods you come up with more accurately than you. These are still written by you."

Old Mr. Bai's deep voice sounded, and Mrs. Yan's face had a complex expression. Miss Yang is a woman, how can she see a strange man.Wouldn't it be bad reputation to say it out, but right now without Miss Yang, no one can write these clearly.

Mrs. Yan took a deep look at Mrs. Yan Ge.

Elder Yan Ge nodded slowly, and told the mother beside him, "When the doctors finish their consultations, let someone set up a screen, and ask Miss Yang to go and have a look."

Mom was surprised for a moment before responding hastily.

Not long after, doctors quit one after another, and everyone got together to discuss the disease.

Yang Mo followed the servants into the east room, and through the screen, she could see a person sitting on the official hat chair.

Several mothers in charge stood guard on both sides of the screen, as if they were afraid that she would make some disrespectful behavior. Yang Mo couldn't help smiling bitterly. The screen was like fighting a cow across the mountain. Not to mention she didn't have such ability, anyone would be helpless.

The last time I was able to see Shi Ziye smoothly at Dong's house, it was because Shi Ziye was at a critical moment. Now that Yan's parents are all present, Er Ye Yan just has a rash, so it is very difficult to get a face-to-face consultation.

Yang Mo looked at Qiutong, "Go and see if the doctor who showed you the rash is there."

The young man is straightforward, and he is willing to believe what she said, even though he is identifying symptoms now, he is young and not conspicuous, and he will not be noticed when he calls out... It would be best if he came to help.

Qiutong responded and went down with her mother beside her. After a while, Qiutong walked back quickly and bowed to Yang Mo.

The mother in charge led the young man into the room, and Yang Mo sat at the red sandalwood painting table and picked up the pen.

"First check where the rash appears?"

The young doctor heard the sound and hurried to look.

"You don't need to look at it, it's on your arm." A slow, determined voice came from the room.

Only on the arm, "Is the rash symmetrical?"

The little doctor couldn't understand.

Yang Mo changed the word, "Is the rash regular? The size and shape of the left and right sides of the same part are roughly the same."

Xiao Langzhong looked down for a while, and seemed to have discovered something and hurriedly said: "It seems to be..."

Yang Mo was taken aback, at first she thought it was pityriasis rosea, but the rash was scattered and irregular.

Yang Mo paused for a while, and then said: "What color is the rash? Is the edge clear?" Yang Mo raised her head when she said this, and saw Xiao Langzhong reaching out to touch it.

Miss Yang said before that old Mr. Bai can use his hands to press the surface of the rash. Shen Weiyan carefully stretched out his hand and was about to touch the rash when he felt a strong force pull his arm up. He raised his head and saw the serious eyes and frown.

"I haven't identified the disease yet, who told you to touch it with your hands."

Yang Mo watched Xiao Langzhong's expression turn from surprise to purplish red, and quickly lowered her head to reveal the washed white collar.

The little doctor was dressed in simple and plain clothes, and the things in the consultation box next to him were arranged in an orderly manner. He seemed very calm and solemn on weekdays, probably because he didn't expect her to come out from behind the screen. He was a little overwhelmed by the fright, and he didn't argue with her. The arm moved only slightly.

Yang Mo let go, and Shen Weiyan immediately put his hands on his knees neatly, "I just remembered Mr. Bai's method of distinguishing rashes."

The mother in charge of the room hurriedly followed and invited Yang Mo to go back behind the screen.

Anyway, he has already come out, how can he not take a look at the rash on Yan Erye's arm.

"In the future, when I see this kind of rash with oozing and ulcerated appearance, I can't touch it directly with my hands. Most of these rashes will be infected. As a doctor, even if I don't care about it, I can't stop myself from being infected before the symptoms are broken. Infected."

Shen Weiyan nodded hurriedly, "Next time...don't dare to do this again... rashly."

Yang Mo lowered her head to take a closer look at Yan Erye's rash.

Madam Yan came in and said: "The imperial doctor needs a document for diagnosis." When she found Yang Mo coming out of the screen, she was startled.

Yang Mo walked back to the painting case, filled out the rest and handed it to Mrs. Yan.

"What is the disease?" Madam Yan asked in a low voice.

Yang Mo shook her head, thinking carefully why she always felt something was wrong.

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