"I'll take a look at him first. Where is he?"
"Ah, he's outside. I'll let him in."
The woman hurriedly went out and helped her husband into the clinic with her son.
"Mom, is this the doctor you mentioned?" The young man was stunned when he saw Wang Yao.
"Yes, keep your voice down. Don't make so much noise."
"He's so young. Can he be reliable?" Looking at his expression, one could already understand what he wanted to express.
"Is this the first time you tied him up?"
It was difficult for him to walk. His legs and arms were not flexible. He had facial paralysis. He was drooling at the corner of his mouth.
"No, he's hospitalized for the second time. The last time was two years ago, "the woman said.
"Hmm, woo," said the man.
"Help him sit down first."
This disease was rooted in the head. The formation of blood clots prevented the normal operation of the meridians. It was a disease of poor Qi and blood flow.
"Is this the first time he's sick?"
"No, this is the second time he's been hospitalized. He was hospitalized for the first time more than a year ago."
Wang Yao carefully checked him, especially the head.
"Do you want to receive treatment here?"
"Yes."
The young man pouted.
"Nonsense, I came here to see you. Did I come here to buy pancakes from you?" He was about to speak when he was hit by his mother. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Okay, sit down."
Wang Yao took out the silver needles.
"Don't move!"
He first inserted the needles. The first place he chose was the head.
This patient was different from the previous one. To be precise, his condition was more serious. Therefore, Wang Yao chose to directly stimulate the head, where the Qi and blood flow was not smooth.
"Is this okay? He just stabbed the head!" The young man was obviously worried about his father's safety. He stared at him closely.
His mother was also very worried. Her hands were holding her clothes. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
"Lao Feng, how do you feel? Just tell me if you don't feel well."
"Well, okay."
Wang Yao smiled after hearing that.
After inserting the needles, he began to massage the acupoints. First, he massaged the face.
He gently massaged the face. The strength gradually increased.
Acupoints, meridians, points, lines.
This process was similar to removing blood clots, using external stimulation to clear up the originally clogged meridians. The circulation of Qi and blood was like a surging river. If it was weak and smooth, it would moisten the banks, but if it was clogged, it would cause a flood.
"How do you feel?"
"Very comfortable," the man said.
Wang Yao's massage made his head feel very warm. The previous feeling of numbness and swelling was gone. It was indeed a lot more comfortable.
"Come on, raise your arms."
"Move according to this posture."
Wang Yao didn't massage him immediately. Instead, he let him move his arms first.
"Shake hands. Use force. Okay."
The flexibility and strength of this person's arms were not as good as the previous patient, but the problem with his legs was more serious.
After warming up, Wang Yao began the next step of the treatment, which was to massage the acupoints.
"He looks quite professional. It's quite intimidating."
"Dad, what do you think?"
"Yes, it's quite comfortable."
"Hey, why do I feel that your speech has become much more nimble?" the woman said happily.
"Say something else for me."
"Say what?"
"Hey, it's nimble, isn't it, son?"
"Yes, it is." Although he didn't like the young doctor before, he had to admit that this short treatment did make his father speak a lot more nimbly. He could also see that the corners of his father's mouth did not seem to be as slanted as before.
"You have some skills."
Unconsciously, his opinion of the young doctor began to change.
"Well, today's treatment will end here. I have a medicine here." Wang Yao took out the pills that he had made a few days ago.
"Let's talk about the price of the treatment first. The massage and acupuncture treatment will cost 200 yuan. The pills will cost 200 yuan each."
"So expensive!" The little good impression that the young man had just had disappeared in an instant.
"The medicine is not expensive." Wang Yao calmly said.
The medicinal herbs were all wild, and most of them were grown in his own medicinal field. Inside the "Spirit Gathering Array", they absorbed the "Spirit Qi" of this side of the world to grow. The medicinal efficacy was not inferior to the wild medicinal herbs in the remote mountains. Moreover, there was also the soup made from the "Spirit Grass Purple Rain" mixed in with the pills. This "Spirit Grass" was difficult to obtain even if one had the money.
"Yes, we'll buy it," the woman hurriedly said.
"How much does he need to take to be cured?"
"One pill a day. Let's see how it goes for 10 days first," Wang Yao said.
"Ten days, 2,000 yuan."
During the period when her husband was in the hospital, she had spent more than 10,000 yuan. Even with the reimbursement of the cooperative medical service, she had spent more than 8,000 yuan. She was willing to pay 2,000 yuan as long as her husband's illness could be cured.
"Mom!" Her son couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that he had to come out and dissuade his mother. Otherwise, his mother would have to count the money for others if she was cheated.
"Well, Dr. Wang, what do you think about this? We'll buy three pills first."
"Yes," Wang Yao said.
As the saying goes, true gold fears no fire.
He had absolute confidence in the medicine he made. Three pills were enough to see the effect.
"I'm sorry," the young man said.
"Are you planning to sell one pill at a time and make a profit at a time?"
In fact, Wang Yao didn't care too much about the money, but the medicine had to have a price because he worked hard to make it. It had value.
After paying for three pills, the woman carefully kept them.
"Sorry to trouble you, Dr. Wang."
"You're welcome. These are some daily precautions I wrote. I think in addition to this disease, he also has high blood pressure and high blood lipids, right?"
"Yes."
"He has to pay attention to his life in the future. Thrombosis has a lot to do with diabetes. He has to change his habits, exercise more, and pay attention to his diet."
"Yes, I know." The woman sincerely expressed her gratitude to Wang Yao and left.
After leaving the clinic, the young man said, "Mom, he's a liar!"
"What liar? Keep your voice down. Don't let Dr. Wang hear you. Didn't you see that the corner of your father's mouth is better? He also speaks more smoothly. That doctor is a real person, "the woman complained.
"I saw it, but he doesn't need to pay 200 yuan for one pill. Maybe he hit the jackpot."
"Shut up," the woman said. "Wild ginseng costs thousands of yuan. What's wrong with 200 yuan for one pill? When we were discharged from the hospital, the imported medicine they gave us cost 75 yuan. Why didn't you think it was expensive at that time?"
"That was a regular hospital," the woman said.
"Okay, let's go home," the patient said. The patient said. His speech was still a little unclear, but it was already better than when he came.
"Okay, let's go home," the woman said.
In the mountain village, the Sun family's home.
"Well, it's strange. Why did he wake up so early this time?" the old man asked.
"Childe, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
The old man looked at the young man who had woken up in bed. He woke up two days earlier than usual. He didn't want anything to go wrong.
"There's nothing wrong with it. It seems to be a little better than the last time I woke up. My body can feel pain."
"Pain? Where does it hurt?" the old man hurriedly asked.
"It hurts everywhere, but it's not particularly bad. You don't have to worry too much," Zheng Weijun said with a smile.
"Wait a moment."
Zheng Shixiong quickly came to the clinic and asked Wang Yao to wait for him.
"You woke up? When did you wake up?"
"Just now."
Wang Yao immediately got up and went to the Sun family's house with Zheng Shixiong.
He carefully looked at the young man.
"Hiss, it should be the effect of the antidote," Wang Yao said.
The antidote soup he made had a destructive and restraining effect on the medicine that could make the young man fall into a coma. It made the medicine lose its effect in advance.
"What should we do?"
"It doesn't matter if he wakes up," Wang Yao said. "Don't give him the decoction. Continue to take the two decoctions I prescribed."
"OK," the old man said.
This was the only way. He couldn't think of any better way.
Wang Yao turned his head and looked at the sky.
"Tomorrow, I'll come back at 9 a.m. to give him acupuncture. Give him the medicine half an hour in advance."
"OK."
"The next period may be very difficult for him," Wang Yao said.
"Why?"
"His five senses will slowly recover," Wang Yao said. "All kinds of pain will come one by one. You have to be mentally prepared!"
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