Zhang Xiaotian transferred Xu Yiyi's case out of the system again.

There is more than one treatment option.

Zhang Xiaotian took out the prescription note on the table, picked up the pen and said, "You can prescribe some medicinal materials to invigorate blood circulation and dispel blood stasis." ”

The black pen is flowing and smooth, although it is not necessarily how majestic the font is, but it is also neat and clear.

Guiwei, Chuanxiong, red peony, danpi, Xiangfu, Yuanhu, shengdi, safflower, peach kernel, decoction in water, 1 dose per day, for seven days.

After finishing the words, Zhang Xiaotian glanced up and down, and after confirming that it was correct, he handed the list to Zhang Ming.

After taking the prescription, Zhang Ming took up his reading glasses, carefully examined the prescription, and silently calculated the dosage in his heart, and nodded.

"Doctor Zhang, what do you see?" the woman actually hoped that the old doctor would see, at least convincing in terms of age.

"No problem, you ask your daughter, take this for a week, and see the results. ”

Zhang Ming signed his name on the prescription note with satisfaction, and then said to the woman.

The woman was about to nod her head, when a question suddenly came to mind.

"My daughter is about to start school, the third year of high school, studying tightly, and she is boarding, it is okay to eat for three days, and it may not be convenient to boil Chinese medicine for seven days, but she goes to school in the provincial capital. ”

Zhang Ming's brows furrowed.

The reason why the promotion of traditional Chinese medicine is slow is not only the problem of inheritance, but also the lack of convenience.

A glass of boiled water and two pills can be solved by Western medicine, but Chinese medicine is much more cumbersome.

"This is simple, you fry all the medicine at one time, take a vacuum sealing machine to seal the liquid medicine bag by bag, when you want to drink, put the bag in hot water to warm it, tear it open and drink. ”

Zhang Xiaotian gave a method commonly used in later generations.

"Envelope?" Zhang Ming was stunned, he had never heard of such a thing now, but if he was careful, the feasibility was quite high, could it be that the development of traditional Chinese medicine in the provincial capital was so fast?

"That's good, that's good, can you get it today?" the woman's only concern was gone.

Zhang Ming turned around at this time: "Will this medicine be taken to that package later?"

Zhang Xiaotian scratched his head, only to find that it was 1999, and the popular bubble tea had not yet been born, not to mention the automatic decoction machine.

"I also heard about the development direction from the teacher, or I will strain out the medicinal juice, dry it, and bring the medicinal powder to brew. ”

Another method is given.

And there is no need for equipment support, only the medicine needs to be decocted in the early stage.

In the end, the woman also adopted this method, and thanked her for it, and only waited for her daughter to recover from her illness, and then came to give the pennant.

After the people left, Zhang Ming's mood was obviously much better, and after taking a sip of water with a smile, he said: "I didn't expect that Chinese medicine is also advancing with the times now, I never thought of what you said." If it weren't for my age, I would really like to go to school for another two years, but you are also so old, and it will be up to you to return to the Spring Hall in the future. ”

Zhang Xiaotian picked up the kettle from the table and added water to Zhang Hui: "Yes, Dad, Chinese medicine is indeed the quintessence of the country, but inheritance is not conformism, but continuous absorption of advanced knowledge to enrich his theory." Isn't there a saying now, called Western medicine to treat fast diseases, Chinese medicine to treat chronic diseases, why, is it because Chinese medicine can't cure fast diseases? I think that advanced equipment can help doctors diagnose more conveniently, and the speed of treatment methods can save people in danger, these are all things that we need to learn. ”

Rarely, Zhang Xiaotian's words, Zhang Ming did not refute, but silently took a sip of tea, looking at the typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases on the table.

"Dad, let's get up early tomorrow and go to the hospital for a physical examination? A generation of good doctors, don't they all take precautions?" Zhang Xiaotian brought up the old story again.

This time Zhang Ming didn't object, glanced at Zhang Xiaotian, and then nodded lightly.

From medicine to the present, more than 40 years have witnessed the transformation of traditional Chinese medicine from its original lofty status to being labeled as a charlatan and pseudoscience.

To say that there is no prejudice against Western medicine is false.

But what happened today made Zhang Ming see a certain possibility.

In the afternoon, except for an old neighbor who came to see Lao Han's leg and prescribed a few pairs of plasters to go back, there was nothing going on in the whole store.

It's not that Zhang Xiaotian doesn't want to find an opportunity to see Zhang Ming.

Rather, he was afraid that he would see that he was terminally ill and that he could not do anything about it.

Didn't get the results, at least it was a promising afternoon.

There was no word all night, and the white iron stove in the house, the heat emitted, made people lazy and didn't want to get out of the bed.

When Zhang Xiaotian woke up, Zhang's mother was the only one left at home who was busy with breakfast.

"Mom, where is Dad?"

It was just past eight o'clock.

"Your dad said he's going to find an old classmate. Zhang's mother beckoned Zhang Xiaotian to breakfast.

In this era, mobile phones were just beginning to become popular, and Zhang Xiaotian dialed it from his landline at home.

But no one answered.

At noon, I saw Zhang Ming walking back with a black face, and then entered the room alone. It wasn't until it was time to eat that I smiled again and sat down at the table.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, you're all worried.

"Dad, how are the results of today's physical examination?"

While eating, Zhang Xiaotian simply spread out his words and said.

Zhang's mother, who was serving dinner, smiled and untied her scarf and sat down: "Physical examination, why don't you take me with you for a physical examination, mysterious, I thought you went there early in the morning, the store was not open." ”

Zhang Ming smiled and picked up the bowl: "Isn't it also to learn and learn other people's professional knowledge." ”

Seeing that Zhang Hui avoided the heavy and light, Zhang Xiaotian's heart hung up. "Dad, you haven't said what the results of the physical examination are?"

"What's going on, of course it's good, you don't know my body yet, your grandfather lived to be 97 years old, how can I live to be 90 years old, there's no problem. ”

Zhang Ming pinched the chopsticks tightly, and then pretended to be relaxed.

Zhang Xiaotian pinched Zhang Hui's hand.

Patient: Zhang Ming.

Condition: advanced lung cancer, metastatic liver cirrhosis.

Treatment: Targeted gene drug osimertinib, in combination

Treatment with interferon and nucleosides protects the liver.

Cure success rate: 2%.

One-year survival rate: 7%. ”

Reborn to the present, Zhang Xiaotian once again felt hopeless.

What is the difference between such a chance of success and the death penalty?

Zhang Ming was afraid that Zhang Xiaotian would see something, so he hurriedly pulled his hand out: "Xiaotian, school is about to start, how are you studying? Do you want to come back to help me, or continue to go to a big hospital?"

The two eyes are full of hope.

"What are you going to come back for? Studying medicine is to do learning, Zhu Sili's son, but he went to Europe to study for a doctorate in medicine on a full scholarship, even if our Zhang family can't go abroad, this master's diploma will always be obtained." ”

Zhang's mother has a different opinion.

The family has been doing Chinese medicine for so long, but the savings are not much, and the child will reach the age of the subject immediately after graduation, and it is a lot of money to buy a house and a car.

Therefore, if she can, Zhang's mother hopes that Xiaotian can go to a big hospital.

"I'll be back!" Zhang Xiaotian buried his head, trying to make his voice appear normal.

"Okay, good!" Zhang Ming's face was rarely flushed, and his complexion was much better than just now.

Zhang's mother gave them an angry look: "Father and son are virtuous!"

In the afternoon, the Rejuvenation Hall was still not open.

"The medical department cultivation system is activated. ”

User: Zhang Xiaotian.

Hospital: Level 1 of "Rejuvenation Hall".

Fame: 113.

Treatment success rate bonus: 0%.

Heal Ability: None. ”

Suddenly, the medical cultivation system in Zhang Xiaotian's mind was activated.

A bad premonition came out of my heart.

Hurriedly rushed out of the room.

"Mom, where is Dad?"

Zhang's mother barely had a smile on her face, and she pretended to be calm.

"Your father, he has a classmate who needs a hand, so he went to Zhongshan Hospital for consultation. ”

In a word, it is a half-truth, it is true to go to Zhongshan Hospital, and it is false to be diagnosed.

I planned to wait for Zhang Xiaotian to go to school, and then take the train to take care of Zhang Ming.