The weather in Shuzhong is like this, the rainy season in the big winter, if the weather gets colder, it will not necessarily be snow but freezing rain.
Walking down the street, Wu Zheng tightened the fur on his body. Although he was holding an umbrella in his hand, the rain-foam that looked like a cow's hair was driven by the cold wind and went straight into the neck of the person.
In fact, it was the same with or without the umbrella, and the body was covered with drops of water less than a moment after going out.
Going out in such a damp weather is a torture, hiding at home with a brazier and roasting the fire is the best deal, but Wu Zheng had to come out, he wanted to redeem his horse at the Huang's Medical Center.
It may be that Huang Xing's old age is particularly afraid of the cold. There are three braziers burned in the lobby of the medical hall. The height of the charcoal barrier is like the three pots of flame mountain in the lobby.
When Wu Zheng opened the curtain of the medical hall, the heat wave hit his face, and there was also a dizzying smell of charcoal fire.
"Why did your kid come?" Huang Xing, who was reading behind the desk, was shocked by the sudden cold wind, and quickly tightened his fur.
"Old Huang, are there so many braziers in life who are not afraid of charcoal poisoning?"
The smell of charcoal in the room was so heavy that Wu Zheng did not dare to go in, because carbon monoxide poisoning did not cause any discomfort to people, but only made people feel drowsy.
In this situation, people often don’t know how they die, so many people who are tired of life like to burn charcoal.
Wu Zheng didn't want to hang up so confusedly, so he just stood at the door and talked to Huang Xing.
Huang Xing put down the book in his hand and laughed: “It’s better to be poisoned than to freeze to death. If your aunt’s disease doesn’t get better now, then it’s not something that can be solved by taking medicine. Take some medicated dietary supplements. Make it up! The bitter girl has a terrible loss of blood."
After speaking, Huang Xing began to pick up hair and stick ink on the paper and write the prescriptions.
He tightened the fur clothes tightly on his body, and said irritably to Wu Zheng: "Can't your kid put the curtain down? Is it because the old man's crime is not enough?"
Wu Zheng laughed and said: "Old Huang, the kid is really not kidding. The process of burning charcoal will produce a gas that can kill people in their sleep. The smell of charcoal in this room should be ventilated."
Huang Xing smiled slightly: "It's up to you. This is the prescription to find Bupleurum for medicine."
Seeing that the smell of charcoal burning in the house had almost disappeared, Wu Zheng walked over and picked up the prescription on the table to check it, and then said: "In fact, Huang Lao is here to redeem the horse this time."
After speaking, he placed two silver bars and five taels of silver on Huang Lao's table.
Huang Lao glanced at him but did not talk about redemption of horses. Instead, he sat in a comfortable position and asked: "The horse is in the backyard, but whether you sell it to you depends on the mood of the old man. This old man is here. The medical hall is not a pawnshop."
"Mr Huang, don't use the kid to start a shame. If you always want to ask, just say it. The kid must know everything and talk endlessly."
Old Huang smiled and said, "That's good for you. The old man didn't push you. Then tell me how did you see that your aunt had lung disease? This is not a person who has been immersed in medical practice for many years can not tell."
Looking at the serious look of the old man, Wu Zheng thought what a big deal! I wanted to know how I knew my aunt had pneumonia.
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "It's easy! Just listen to whether there is water in the patient's chest."
"The sound of water in the chest of people with lung disease?" Huang Xing sat up all of a sudden and said: "Are you kidding me?"
"Lao Huang, you also know that there are many types of lung diseases. Is it true that all lung diseases have the sound of water? This kid wouldn't dare to pack a ticket, but it should be right that there is a sound of water and most of them have lung disease."
Huang Xing listened and leaned back on the chair and said, "No, your kid didn't tell the truth. When the old man diagnosed your aunt's pulse, he didn't hear the sound of water."
Wu Zheng said: "If you can hear it clearly in the air, unless it's tuberculosis. How can you hear it like that with mild inflammation."
"Inflammation, what is inflammation?"
"Uh... It's probably a symptom like dampness and heat! The most intuitive thing is like a wound with suppuration."
"Your kid is saying that auntie's lung disease is because the lungs are purulent?"
Wu Zheng nodded and said, "You can say that, it's only mild, and only some local inflammation."
Huang Xing listened and closed his eyes, tapping his fingers on the table regularly... (End of this chapter)