Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 458 This Prescription Is Too Common
Zhao Yifan felt a little speechless at the moment. He thought it was a big deal, but he wanted to see the prescription.

"of course."

Zhao Yifan nodded and said, "How about I make a copy for you?"

"No need, no need."

Old Feng shook his head again and again, and said respectfully, "I'll just take a look, and I don't need to trouble you so much."

Jiang Tao handed the prescription to Mr. Feng with great interest.

Mr. Feng took it, carefully read it from the beginning to the end, then handed the prescription to Jiang Tao, and said thank you. Next, Mr. Feng sat on the sofa, thinking deeply.

Seeing his appearance, Mr. Gong asked casually: "Shaogang, what do you think of Xiao Zhao's prescription?"

Mr. Feng came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Gong, Professor Zhao's medical skills are superior to mine. How can I be qualified to comment on his prescriptions..."

"Shaogang, you bastard, you didn't tell the truth."

Mr. Gong saw his insincere words at a glance, pointed at him, and said with a smile: "What's the matter? You dare not say it in front of Xiao Zhao?"

Old Feng coughed dryly after being told what was in his heart by Old Gong, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Little Zhao."

Mr. Gong smiled, turned his head to Zhao Yifan and said, "Let Shaogang comment on your prescription, okay?"

"Of course it's okay, Mr. Gong."

Zhao Yifan nodded, he actually knew what Mr. Gong was thinking.

"Okay, Shaogang, can you speak now?"

Gong Lao looked at Feng Lao with a smile.

"Professor Zhao, then I will boldly say that there are mistakes and inappropriate things, please don't mind."

Feng Lao first explained it to Zhao Yifan in a respectful voice, and then said to Gong Lao with some doubts: "I just read the prescription that Professor Zhao gave you, and I think it seems a bit too common... Well, that's right, It's just a bit ordinary, and it doesn't feel like Professor Zhao's standard." After speaking, he nodded apologetically to Zhao Yifan.

"Oh?"

Elder Gong was slightly taken aback. Elder Feng's answer somewhat surprised him, and he subconsciously looked at Zhao Yifan.

"Shaogang is right."

Zhao Yifan nodded, smiled slightly, and said, "What is the purpose of our doctor's prescribing? Naturally, it is to solve the patient's disease, so no matter what the prescription is, it must be for the purpose of curing the disease, rather than playing tricks on it. Mr. Gong's geriatric fever The disease is actually very easy to treat, and it is very common. The reason why it was difficult before was because Mr. Gong didn’t take traditional Chinese medicine, so he used the treatment method of scented medicine. Now, since Mr. Gong decided to take traditional Chinese medicine, considering Mr. Gong’s age and As for the physical condition, it is natural to focus on 'stability', there is no need to make it too mysterious, otherwise it will be chasing after the basics."

"What Professor Zhao said is absolutely true."

When Feng Lao heard this, he patted his forehead, and suddenly realized that he was shocked by Zhao Yifan's ingenious treatment method before, so subconsciously, Feng Lao felt that the prescription Zhao Yifan prescribed to Gong Lao must also be extremely "imaginative". However, in fact, this prescription is stable, which makes Feng Lao feel surprised.

He even felt that this should not be at Zhao Yifan's level.

After listening to the explanation, Mr. Feng realized that he was a little bit cornered just now.

Doctor, healing is the most important thing and the ultimate goal. Since Mr. Gong has already decided to take traditional Chinese medicine, there is no need for Zhao Yifan to do anything else.

Next, Mr. Gong and Zhao Yifan started chatting about homework again.

Liang Bin on the side, during this time, no one paid any attention to him at all - no one even looked at him.

It was as if this person did not exist at all.

Liang Bin still couldn't find any suitable topic to interject, so he could only sit there like a fool, with a stiff smile on his face, listening to everyone chatting.

After a long while, Liang Bin finally couldn't bear it any longer, stood up, and said to Mr. Gong with a complacent smile, "Mr. Gong, that... the medical exchange meeting is still being held, and I have a case to tell... I, I'll take my leave first."

"Oh."

Mr. Gong didn't even lift his head, and said oh, he knew it.

"Old Feng, Professor Zhao, Doctor Jiang, you guys talk slowly, I'll take a step first."

Liang Bin said to Zhao Yifan and others again.

No one paid attention to him.

Even Old Feng didn't seem to hear Liang Bin's words.

Seeing this, Liang Bin had no choice but to walk out quickly in embarrassment.

"...Mr. Gong, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."

After sitting for a while, Zhao Yifan saw that Mr. Gong looked a little tired, smiled, stood up, and greeted him.

"Alright."

Mr. Gong nodded, sighed and said, "I'm old, I'm out of energy, I don't look like you young people, Gong Lin." He glanced at Gong Lin beside him, and said seriously, "You send Xiao Zhao off for me. and Shaogang."

"Yes."

Gong Lin replied in a deep voice.

"Xiao Zhao, next time you come to Kyoto, remember to come and sit at home."

Mr. Gong stood up, smiled and said, "I won't go out to see you off."

"Old Gong, you just need to rest."

Zhao Yifan hummed, turned around and greeted Jiang Tao, and walked outside.

"Professor Zhao."

After Gong Lin sent Zhao Yifan and Feng Lao to the gate of the nursing home, he stopped and said to Zhao Yifan with a serious face, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it should be."

Zhao Yifan waved his hand and said calmly.

"I apologize to you for what happened before."

Gong Lin said to Zhao Yifan seriously: "Professor Zhao, I hope you don't take it to heart. I, a soldier, have a straightforward temper, speak harshly, and have a bad temper."

After speaking, he paused for a moment and continued: "Professor Zhao, don't be as knowledgeable as me. I don't admire many people in my life, but you are definitely one of them. If you think highly of me, if I can help you I'm busy, please remember to call me, I will never have another word."

"Hehe, okay, I see."

Zhao Yifan nodded, he could tell that Gong Lin was telling the truth.

"You two go slowly."

A smile appeared on Gong Lin's face, and he nodded to Zhao Yifan and Feng Lao.

"Professor Zhao."

When Zhao Yifan and Feng Lao were waiting for a taxi, Feng Lao remembered something and said cautiously: "I want to ask you something."

"Shaogang, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhao Yifan glanced at him, smiled wryly and said, "Also, I don't like others being too polite, otherwise, I wouldn't feel at ease."

"I know Professor Zhao."

Old Feng nodded quickly, and said apologetically, "Don't worry, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Zhao Yifan shrugged his shoulders, "What is it?"

"that……"

Old Feng coughed dryly, and said curiously: "Why did that taxi driver call you Master Zhao? Could it be that you really know how to read faces?"

Indeed, this made Feng Lao very curious.

After all, with Zhao Yifan's medical skills, there is no need for him to deceive people like that kind of swindler.

"Hehe, what do you think, Shaogang?"

Zhao Yifan smiled and asked questions instead of answering.

"Professor Zhao, I'm not sure."

Old Feng shook his head, and said truthfully, "I think you should be good at reading."

"Then do you believe this?"

Zhao Yifan smiled.

"If it was someone else, I would definitely not believe it, but if it was you, I would definitely believe it."

Old Feng said without hesitation.

Zhao Yifan suddenly burst out laughing, and jokingly said, "Shaogang, I can't answer what you said."

After a pause, Zhao Yifan thought for a while and said, "How should I put it, in fact, physiognomy is actually a medical skill, right? I say that, do you agree?"

"Is reading physiognomy considered a medical skill?"

Mr. Feng was a little surprised. This was the first time he had heard of this kind of theory. After pondering it carefully, he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. I'll ask Professor Zhao for advice."

"What is the 'look' in the four-diagnosis method of 'look, smell, ask, and feel'?"

Zhao Yifan reminded him.

Mr. Feng pondered for a moment, then tentatively said: "You mean, looking at the breath?" The looking at the breath he was talking about refers to watching the patient's complexion in the four diagnosis methods of traditional Chinese medicine.

"more or less."

Zhao Yifan smiled and said: "For example, some fortune tellers often like to say that if the Yintang is black and there is a bloody disaster, in fact, this is similar to the hope in traditional Chinese medicine. For example, in the incident where Bian Que met Cai Huan, if Bian Que It’s not that Mr. Cai Heng is sick, but that he is shortly alive and disasters will strike, is that also correct?”

Elder Feng thought about it carefully, and blurted out, "Correct."

"Isn't that enough?"

Zhao Yifan laughed and said, "Isn't this also understandable as fortune-telling?"

"So it is."

Feng Lao suddenly realized what Zhao Yifan meant, and said with a smile, "Then you saw that taxi driver was sick before, didn't you?"

Zhao Yifan nodded, and said with a smile: "Yes, and then I said it casually, that taxi driver thought I could tell fortunes by fortune telling, and I took Master Zhao's one at a time, and I didn't bother to explain anything to him."

The two talked and laughed, and stopped a taxi.

The traffic in Kyoto City, every day at this time in the afternoon, enters the peak period of congestion. The taxis stop and go all the way, plus the traffic lights, the distance of more than ten kilometers takes two hours to finish.

Almost moved step by step.

Zhao Yifan saw the electric bikes on the side of the street, and they were all riding very fast. He thought in his heart, if he went out in Kyoto in the future, should he also consider riding an electric bike?Otherwise, this time is wasted on the road.

When we got back to the hotel, it was already the beginning of the night, and night fell.

The medical exchange meeting in the afternoon was also over, and everyone left the conference hall one after another, gathered in the restaurant in twos and threes, eating and communicating with each other.

Mr. Feng's student, Xiao Li, was not in a hurry to eat, but sat in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for Mr. Feng's return.

"Old Feng."

After waiting for a long time, Xiao Li saw Mr. Feng walking in from the outside. He quickly stood up, walked up to meet him, and said courteously: "You must be tired after walking all afternoon? Talk to the restaurant and ask them to save some food for you..."

As he said that, Xiao Li saw Zhao Yifan next to Mr. Feng, and was stunned for a moment. A thought flashed in his mind, how could he be with Mr. Feng?
(End of this chapter)