Li Guangxu paused and frowned, not knowing what this fever he was talking about was. He continued, "My father's condition has worsened. He hasn't had a bowel movement for two weeks..."
Bai Mutong's face became more confident, and he nodded slightly, "Yes, it must be a fever. Fever causes loss of body fluids, which damages the intestines, leading to constipation and urination."
"I am very good at treating this disease. I will prescribe some herbal medicine. I guarantee that the patient will be cured the next day." Baimutong deliberately sped up his pace, as if he was afraid that others would not know about his amazing medical skills.
But Li Guangxu's next words made him feel very embarrassed.
"You're right. The previous doctors all said to do this. However, my dad throws up everything he eats. He can't even drink a glass of water."
Bai Mutong's face suddenly stiffened.
He vomits everything he eats. Even the magic medicine you give him won't work.
Lin Yi couldn't help but laugh when he saw Bai Mutong's embarrassed expression.
Ning Xin rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Ahem!" Bai Mutong cleared his throat. He felt that he was a little impatient and did not think carefully, otherwise such an embarrassing situation would not have occurred.
Ning Xin took the initiative to smooth things over for him, saying, "The old man's illness is probably a special case after all. Doctor Bai is treating him the same way as other patients, and he is not wrong."
"Yes, yes, Miss Ning is right." Bai Mutong quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I think I should take his pulse first." Bai Mutong knew that Mr. Li's condition was not simple, so he did not dare to be careless and decided to use his own pulse-taking technique.
Diagnosing pulse with hanging thread!
"Take my gold thread." Bai Mutong stretched out his hand.
"yes!"
The subordinate nodded his head and responded, then opened the quaint medical box.
The box is made of pear wood and is carved with some strange patterns, which looks quite mysterious.
This box is different. Other boxes can be opened directly, but this box has several locks on it. After they are opened one by one, they can be pulled hard.
In the middle of the box is a retractable iron pole, and around it are hung instruments used in medical practice.
Bai Mutong selected three gold threads, each as thin as a hair, and gently wrapped them around his fingertips, and then tied them around Li Yunzhong's wrist.
Baimutong's technique of diagnosing pulses by hanging thread is well-known far and wide, and many high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen are happy to watch him perform this skill.
Lin Yi couldn't help but laugh secretly.
This so-called pulse diagnosis by hanging thread is no different from ordinary pulse diagnosis, it's just a gimmick.
Some people really think it’s amazing, haha.
Ning Xin looked at Lin Yi proudly, meaning, look at him, this is called skill, this is called professionalism.
Lin Yi tilted his head, full of disdain.
Bai Mutong pursed his lips and thought for a moment. After a long time, he slowly said, "The old man is indeed suffering from a fever, but because of his old age, his organs are weak. When I took his pulse just now, I found that his stomach energy was almost weak."
"It is said in the Huangdi Neijing that if there is stomach qi, there is life, and if there is no stomach qi, there is death. First we need to restore Mr. Li's stomach qi, and then activate other organs, so that we can eliminate the root cause of the disease."
After hearing this, Lin Yi looked at him with a higher opinion. It turned out that this Doctor Bai was not a complete liar but actually had some skills.
Otherwise, you won’t be able to gain a foothold in this industry.
Li Guangxu and the others didn't understand what was going on. They shook their heads and asked, "Then tell me how to treat it?"
"Well, this..." Doctor Bai fell into deep thought.