"Okay, come up and let me see." Mo Zhitao nodded. "Dear students, Chinese medicine is broad and profound, you must have confidence in Chinese medicine, and you must have confidence in yourself."

"Oh, Teacher Mo, don't talk so much, you can treat me first." The boy staggered onto the podium with his stomach clutched on purpose.

The classmates in the audience couldn't help but worry about him when they saw the boy like this. How did you listen to the lecture and get so sick?

Li Guangke looked at Mo Zhitao with interest, just now Mo Zhitao showed his hand and used "look" to diagnose other people's conditions, this trick is very powerful, if Mo Zhitao didn't say this just now, he hadn't seen it carefully

It seems that being a doctor at the grassroots level also has great benefits. Li Guangke thought secretly in his heart. In the future, when he has the opportunity, he will also go down to the grassroots level to see a doctor for others. If you stay in a big hospital all the time and don't really come into contact with the people below, your medical skills won't improve.

Because in these big hospitals in the provincial capital, many patients do not believe in traditional Chinese medicine, they all go to other departments to see, and after learning what the disease is, they think that the treatment of traditional Chinese medicine will be better, so they bring their medical records to see a doctor with traditional Chinese medicine.

And their TCM physicians are also accustomed to asking patients what the disease is, and after reading the medical records, they will prescribe medicine, and many times they will avoid the pulse cutting. Over time, many TCM physicians also rely on the examination reports of large hospitals, which is more authoritative.

For example, if you take the pulse of a patient, saying that it is a cold and fever, but there is no scientific basis, it is based on the feeling of a Chinese medicine practitioner, if you make a wrong diagnosis, you will be responsible, like Zeng Zisai, who is now having a terrible headache.

But the machine examination of Western medicine is different, the advanced instrument produced by the big manufacturer, what international award has been awarded, after the inspection out of a checklist, the following sentence is very awesome: this inspection report is only responsible for this examination, and the results are only for clinical reference.

What does it mean to be only responsible for this inspection, if your next inspection is different from this time, then it is none of their business, they are responsible for that inspection, and if the next inspection is different, they are not responsible.

And for reference only, if there is anything wrong with your clinical diagnosis and treatment, it is not about their examination, they have written at the back of the report for your reference only, how you want to treat the disease, that is your business, and it has nothing to do with them.

This is the difference between Chinese medicine and Western medicine, Chinese medicine directly says what disease you are, and then prescribes medicine to treat it. But the Western doctor said that you should take the medicine for the next few days first, and then see how the effect is.

Despite this, there are still many patients who prefer Western medicine and do not go to Chinese medicine. Generally, TCM treatment takes a long time and the effect is slow. If there is also a misdiagnosis, it will make the patient not accept TCM.

Mo Zhitao kept staring at the boy, and he pondered in his heart. It is more difficult to diagnose and treat patients with "hope" than before. However, in order to let everyone see the magic of traditional Chinese medicine, Mo Zhitao still uses this diagnosis and treatment method.

He now exerted the internal force of his whole body, quietly observing the boy.

"How? Teacher Mo, can you tell what my illness is? The boy asked with a smile. He acted like this on purpose, and he wasn't sick at all.

Mo Zhitao glanced at the boy who had already walked in front of him, and then sighed softly and said, "Alas, your face is not right, you don't have to look at it, you go home and prepare for the future." ”

"What? You say I'm going to die? The boy's eyes widened in surprise, "Hahaha, it's really funny, you actually said that I was sick to death." The boy burst out laughing.

"You don't have to laugh, you're terminally ill, go back." Mo Zhitao shook his head.

"Teacher Mo, I didn't expect you to be the same as that Teacher Zeng, both are quacks, classmates, we don't study Chinese medicine anymore, let's change departments." The boy screamed loudly.

Mo Zhitao said coldly: "Do you still need to change the system?" You're not a TCM practitioner at all. ”

"You, how do you know?" The boy looked at Mo Zhitao in surprise.

"The temperament of those who study Chinese medicine is different from those who do not, and I can tell at a glance that you are not a Chinese medicine doctor." Mo Zhitao shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Impossible, how can you tell?" By this time, the boy was not hiding anything. After all, most of the students here are from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and as soon as people identify him, they know that he is from other colleges.

Mo Zhitao said with a smile: "Those who study Chinese medicine have a temperament that is compatible with heaven and earth, but you don't have it." Your body is not that kind of disease in the first place, you deliberately pretend to be other diseases, trying to coax me into the trap, so that we Chinese medicine can make a fool of ourselves in front of everyone. You say, how can you be studying Chinese medicine with a villainous mentality? If I'm not mistaken, you're a clinical medicine and you're a student of Qiu Yuan. As the so-called upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked. ”

"It turns out that he is not from our academy, and he wants to come to us to make trouble and kick him out. The affairs of our traditional Chinese medicine do not allow outsiders to make ghosts here. A tall boy stood up and screamed. Other TCM students also echoed in the back, this is a matter of their TCM medical college, how can they allow people from clinical medicine to come over and make trouble?

For a long time, the people of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the School of Clinical Medicine are at odds with each other, and they are constantly competing in the field of medicine. As a result, their students also compete with each other and sometimes have conflicts in school.

"It turns out that you knew about me early on, and you deliberately said that I was going to die," the male student from the clinical college glared at Mo Zhitao. I didn't expect Mo Zhitao to be so smart, he actually saw his origin, it seems that this time he came to make trouble, it was a failure. He is Qiu Yuan's student, Mo Zhitao is not wrong.

"We TCM physicians never tell lies, you are really dying," Mo Zhitao said solemnly, shaking his head. "Just now I saw that your face was completely devoid of yang energy, and your face was dead, and you were about to die."

"Death to your sister." The boy was so angry that he stood up straight, but Mo Zhitao saw his origin, and he stopped pretending. "I don't have anything to do, don't you believe that Li Guangke will come over to diagnose and treat me and see if I am sick?"

Mo Zhitao turned his head to Li Guangke and said, "Teacher Li, come over and help him diagnose and treat him." ”

"Okay, I'll take a look." Li Guangke nodded. This boy's complexion is a little wrong, it should be sick. But as Mo Zhitao said, it is dead and about to die, which Li Guangke can't see.

"Teacher Li Guangke, you have to see it clearly. You are the most powerful TCM physician in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, if even you are mistaken, it seems that this College of Traditional Chinese Medicine will not need to be opened again. The boy ridiculed Li Guangke.

Li Guangke didn't say anything, he came over to check the boy's pulse, and after a while, Li Guangke raised his head and said solemnly: "Classmate, there is really something wrong with your body, and it's very serious, you can go and take a look, you can't delay it." ”

"Ah, Mr. Li, is he really dying?" The classmates in the audience shouted, not for what Li Guangke said, but for Mo Zhitao's miraculous medical skills.

If Mo Zhitao used pulse diagnosis to cure that the boy was about to die, they didn't think it was strange. They also study Chinese medicine, and it is the most common practice to diagnose the condition by taking the pulse.

But Mo Zhitao doesn't need to take the pulse of the patient, he can directly see the patient's illness at a glance, this trick is simply amazing, how is this possible?

"Well, the condition is very serious, maybe there is a stomach problem," Li Guangke nodded solemnly. Just now, for the sake of prudence, he deliberately held it for a while before letting go of the student's hand.

"Li Guangke, I didn't expect you to be so bad, how could I be sick? I've always been healthy. The boy yelled. Suddenly, the boy had a long hiccup.

"Hmph, do you often run to the toilet after getting up and vomit, it wasn't so serious before, but now it's getting worse?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"You, how do you know?" The boy screamed in surprise. He often drank beer at night and sometimes got drunk. The appearance of vomiting in the morning was similar to the feeling of being drunk, so he didn't care much about it. Which student with better financial ability doesn't drink with his classmates often?

Mo Zhitao said: "This is a sign that you have stomach problems, if you don't believe it, you can go for a stomach examination, I didn't take your pulse, but it is estimated that you have stomach cancer." ”

"No, it can't be, I don't believe it." The boy screamed loudly.

Li Guangke said solemnly: "Classmate, I think so too, you better do an inspection, believe it or not, the inspection will explain the problem as soon as it comes out." ”

"I, I." The boy hesitated a little. It is said that Li Guangke's traditional Chinese medicine skills are very powerful, which is not comparable to that Teacher Mo. And Li Guangke is a rigorous scholar who never lies in front of others.

"You'd better go and get it checked, anyway, we have that kind of examination equipment in the clinical academy." Several other clinical college students ran over, and together they dragged the boy outside.

After the people from the clinical college left, the classroom suddenly boiled. "Teacher Mo, how did you do it just now? Can you diagnose and treat a patient's condition just by looking at it? The students were babbling.

Mo Zhitao turned his head to look at Li Guangke and said, "Teacher Li, delay for a few more minutes, there may still be people who want to listen to the class."

"Okay, Zhitao, you are in charge of this lesson," Li Guangke said with a smile. He admired Mo Zhitao's medical skills very much, just by looking at it, he could see the patient's condition, which is not something that ordinary people can do

"Thank you, Mr. Li." Mo Zhitao said with a smile. Then Mo Zhitao raised his head and looked at the students in the audience, "Students, I have seen someone calling and sending messages just now. In this case, I will give you a few minutes, and you can notify other students to come over, not from our Chinese medicine school. I'll show you the magic of Chinese medicine, okay? ”

"Okay, Mr. Mo." Those students immediately shouted, and they all took their mobile phones to call, "Hey, come over quickly, there is a miracle doctor from our academy, and you can see what is wrong with you at a glance?" ”