Not sick? The last patient was not sick?

Everyone was surprised by the question asked by Liang Zhengtao.

Those who can come to participate in the Chinese medicine seminar, except for Yan Minghua, who is here to join in the fun, everyone else is a person who understands medicine, even if it is a Western doctor, from the man's face, he can see that the man is sick.

But the question is, why did Yan Murong say that he was not sick.

"He's not sick." Yan Murong said. "Apart from some signs of hepatitis on his face, he didn't find any other symptoms - on the whole, he was healthy."

"Please, doctor, find a way to save me." As soon as Yan Murong's words fell, the man with the mask ran over, grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and said in a tone full of begging. "I went to many hospitals, and all Chinese and Western doctors checked them - they all said it was hepatitis, but they couldn't find any other symptoms, I was scared, I was really scared."

"That's right, a few of our old guys also cut his pulse just now, and judging from the pulse, there are no symptoms." Zheng Yan nodded and said. "And I've seen a few of their prescriptions, and they're not bad, they're all for hepatitis prevention."

In the last sentence, Zheng Yan was obviously praising the three of Zheng Wuming.

Indeed, when he cut the man's pulse, he did not find that he had symptoms of hepatitis, but his face was sallow, so the preventive prescription prescribed by Zheng Wuming and the three was very appropriate.

"You're not sick." Yan Murong said again.

"Please, doctor, think of a way." The man begged again.

"You're not sick." Yan Murong said helplessly. "Let me ask you, have you been feeling any unwell lately? For example, if you are tired, don't want to move, don't even want to eat, or feel tired after getting enough rest? ”

"Nope." The man shook his head and said. "But that doesn't mean I'm fine."

Obviously, the man didn't believe Yan Murong's words because he was too young.

In today's people's point of view, doctors are the older they are, the better, and the age belt means that they have been practicing medicine for a long time, and the long time means that their medical skills have been very powerful after so many years of accumulation.

Therefore, in terms of appearance, Yan Murong is too young and has no market.

"A few old people, help me." The man looked at Zheng Yan and said beggingly.

"You're weird." Zheng Yan nodded and said. "From the surface, it does have some symptoms like hepatitis, but from the pulse point of view, there are no characteristics of the disease - maybe it is a hidden disease."

"In this case, you take this prescription and grab the medicine first." Zheng Yan tore the prescription written by Zheng Wuming from his notebook, handed it to the man and said. "This is a long prescription for conditioning and prevention, you just follow this to grab the medicine, decoction the medicine with a simmer throughout the whole process, one bowl of medicine, five bowls of water, and boil it into half a bowl of medicine. One bowl in the morning and one in the evening. ”

"Thank you, thank you." The man said gratefully to Zheng Yan.

Although the other party didn't see what his illness was, the prescription for this conditioning was prescribed.

Preventing illness before illness is the concept of people now.

"Idiot." Yan Murong said with a sneer.

"Y-how do you speak, why do you still curse?" When the man heard Yan Murong's words, he was immediately unhappy. "You can't see the disease, you can't prescribe a prescription, it's because you haven't learned well. The old doctor prescribes me for conditioning, why do you still scold? ”

"I didn't say anything about you." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders indifferently, pointed at Zheng Yan, and said. "I'm talking about him."

"Yan Murong, what do you mean?" Zheng Wuming stood up with a cold face, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "Be careful when you speak, even if you misunderstand me, but don't be disrespectful to my grandfather."

Yan Murong sighed helplessly and said. "He's really not sick, and he doesn't need to be conditioned - it's a medicine that is poisonous, and so is Chinese medicine."

"Why do you say I'm not sick? You didn't study medicine well, so you said I wasn't sick? The man said unhappily.

Yan Murong was speechless for a while.

What's going on, this man is too weird, it's okay to say that he is not sick, does he have to make some kind of illness for himself to be satisfied?

"Okay, you take your mask off." Yan Murong looked at the man and said.

"What are you going to do?" The man asked warily.

"See a doctor." Yan Murong said helplessly.

The man looked at Zheng Yan and the others, and took off his mask suspiciously.

"The tongue sticks out."

The man followed Yan Murong's words and stuck his tongue out. The surface of the tongue, which was originally pink, is covered with a yellow, thick layer of tongue coating.

"How many people, what do you say?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Yan and asked with a smile.

"There are no symptoms in the pulse, and the tongue coating is yellow, which is probably caused by fire." Zheng Yan looked at the man's tongue and said. "But the complexion is sallow, which is a little abnormal."

"Indeed." Yan Murong nodded and said. "So I said, he's not sick at all."

Yan Murong's words made everyone stunned again.

It is indeed normal to get on fire, many people are on fire because of improper rest or irregular diet, which is very common, but just look at his face and know that it is abnormal, how can it just be on fire?

"Murong, tell me what you think." Liang Zhengtao asked.

"Well, I don't have any ideas." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Nonsense." Zheng Yan said in a deep voice. "You're delaying the patient."

"I said, old man, don't you know that it's very rude for you to interject when someone is talking?" Yan Murong asked with a smile, but that expression looked in Zheng Yan's eyes, whether it was as cheap as it was, and how cheap it was if it was not beaten.

"You-" Zheng Yan pointed at Yan Murong for a long time, and finally just snorted coldly. "Hmph, okay, I'll see what you can say."

"Minister Liang." Yan Murong looked at Liang Zhengtao and explained. "Just because I say I don't have an idea doesn't mean I don't have evidence that he's not sick."

As he spoke, Yan Murong looked at the man, slowly spoke, and asked. "Is it that in addition to the yellowing of the tongue and the yellowing of the face, the urine is also yellow?"

"Yes." The man nodded and asked. "What kind of illness am I, why can't the hospital check it out?"

"You're not sick." Yan Murong said with a smile. "It's not August yet, and the weather is hot, so drink more water every day."

"I drink a lot of water every day." The man said.

"Actually, I want to say-" After a pause, Yan Murong said. "If you like to eat fruit, in the summer, eat more watermelon, which is cheap and can relieve the heat - by the way, eat less oranges."