Shen Ning picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then raised her eyes to look at Zhou Zhongkang.
"Master Zhou, please extend your hand."
Zhou Zhongkang extended his right palm absentmindedly.
"It's the left hand. Let me check your pulse." Shen Ning pursed her lips and smiled.
"Oh, oh." Zhou Zhongkang wanted to say that he was not sick, but he muttered his lips twice and did not say it. He just silently put his left hand on the table.
"Miss Shen, do you still know medicine?" he asked suddenly.
"I only know a little bit about it." Shen Ning told the truth, a little embarrassed.
Her medical skills were far different from Gu Qingze's, and she had hardly studied medical skills these days. It was in vain that she became a disciple of the world's number one miraculous doctor. If she said anything about it, she would embarrass the master.
Zhou Zhongkang only felt one of her fingers on his wrist, the fingertips were cool, and his body suddenly trembled slightly.
Shen Ning raised her eyes and smiled: "Master Zhou, are you afraid that I won't be able to detect your pulse accurately?"
Zhou Zhongkang's face turned red, he shook his head but said nothing, because he felt his heartbeat speeding up and about to jump out of his chest.
Traditional Chinese medicine has four diagnostic methods: looking, smelling, asking, and incising. The last is the pulse, which is the most important test of the doctor's medical skills.
Shen Ning can be said to be proficient in the first three things, but when it comes to feeling the pulse, she can only be said to have just started.
But despite this, she could also detect the abnormality in Zhou Zhongkang's pulse. The rapid heartbeat made her think that the other person was suffering from tachycardia.
After a while, she took her hand back, but she looked at Zhou Zhongkang and said nothing.
"Miss Shen, is my young master really sick?"
Wufu couldn't help but ask.
"I'm really sick." Shen Ning nodded.
Wufu said "ah" and asked quickly: "What kind of disease is it? Is it serious?"
Zhou Zhongkang felt that it was ridiculous. He knew best whether he was sick or not.
"Miss Shen, I don't feel any discomfort."
"Really? Mr. Zhou, have you been feeling chest tightness, loss of appetite, nightmares at night, and restless mood recently?" Shen Ning asked.
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Zhongkang and Wufu were both stunned for a moment.
"Yes, yes, my young master is indeed like this recently. Hey, Miss Shen, you are really a miracle doctor!" Wufu exclaimed.
Zhou Zhongkang was also so surprised that he was speechless.
Shen Ning said again: "Mr. Zhou's pulse is stringy, his eye circles are dark, and his energy is low. This is an obvious symptom of liver qi stagnation. I have a prescription here. As long as Mr. Zhou takes the medicine according to the prescription, I believe he will be cured soon." get well."
When Wufu heard this, he immediately went to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Shen Ning wrote without thinking:
"10 grams of Bupleurum, 6 grams of red and white peony roots, 10 grams of Atractylodes macrocephala, 12 grams of Poria cocos, 10 grams of fried jujube kernels, boil five bowls of water into one bowl."
She handed the prescription to Wufu.
Wufu immediately held it tightly and said, "I'll get the medicine right away."
Before Zhou Zhongkang could call him, he turned around and ran out.
"Miss Shen, my illness is not a serious one, right?" Zhou Zhongkang shook his head, turned to Shen Ning and asked.
"Of course." Shen Ning nodded slightly.
"It shouldn't be a problem even if you don't take medicine, right?" Zhou Zhongkang asked again.
"Well, you don't have to eat." Shen Ning nodded again.
"Then why did Miss Shen deliberately send away the five blessings?" After Zhou Zhongkang asked, he felt that his heart that had just calmed down was beating suddenly again.
"Because I have something to say to Mr. Zhou alone, and I don't want to be heard."
Shen Ningluo said generously.
Hearing this, Zhou Zhongkang's body trembled again, and he opened his eyes and looked at Shen Ning in disbelief.
"W-what?"