The next day, Jiang Yichen got up early in the morning and knocked on the door of the opposite room to wake up Ma Detao. After washing, the two went downstairs together and drove to the main store of Dingxiangyuan on Xishuijing Street.

After using it early in the store, Jiang Yichen picked up Xiaojia's sister, asked her to show her the way, and went to Tang Jilin Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall together.

On the way, Jiang Yichen didn't talk about her condition, but just chatted about some interesting things about the island. Su Xiaojia in the passenger seat listened intently, and smiled from time to time.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine Museum is located on Changfeng Street in Beicheng District, which is not far away, but due to the traffic jam, it took an hour to reach the destination. No way, this situation is so common in the metropolis that you can't rush.

Parking the car on the side of the road, Jiang Yichen pushed the door down, raised his eyes, and saw a three-story brown building, with a slope roof, a medium-sized façade, and a small courtyard.

The appearance is ordinary, there is no feature, and a signboard with bronzing characters on a black background is hung above the entrance, and five large characters of "Tang Jilin Traditional Chinese Medicine Museum" are written on it.

Su Xiaojia came to his side and gestured to indicate that this was the place. Jiang Yichen nodded, and the two of them walked towards the entrance together.

Entering the hall, the smell of disinfectant water greeted him, and he couldn't help but sneeze. Since he had the cold space, he hadn't been sick for a long time, and naturally he hadn't visited the hospital, and the smell really didn't make him get used to it.

Looking around, I found that there were many patients and their families who came to see the doctor, and there were two medical staff in the hall to guide the order and answer the questions of the patients.

He was a little surprised by what he saw, knowing that it wasn't a weekend off. Moreover, you can't enjoy medical insurance when you go to a private clinic to see a doctor, and you have to pay for it out of your own pocket.

However, on second thought, from this perspective, it may also reflect the actual level of some aspects of the medical center.

Since Su Xiaojia has made an appointment in advance. So there was no need to register, she gestured to Jiang Yichen again, then turned right, and walked along the passage to a room with the house number 106 and a wooden sign of "Acupuncture and Moxibustion Second Room" and stopped.

Reached out and knocked for a moment. The door opened, revealing a man in his mid-thirties wearing a white lab coat and black-rimmed glasses, with the words "Attending Physician Zhang Wenhao" written on his badge.

Su Xiaojia handed over the prepared medical record book and appointment form, and after Dr. Zhang read it, he opened the door and motioned for her to enter the house.

Jiang Yichen followed, but was stopped on the grounds that the place inside was small. Access is restricted to patients.

"I'm her brother, and I've just come back from out of town to learn more about my sister's treatment. Let's be accommodating. Jiang Yichen pleaded.

Dr. Zhang frowned, looked him up and down a few more times, and finally reluctantly agreed, but asked him to stay by the side and not to move around or make noise, which would interfere with the treatment.

Jiang Yichen hurriedly agreed. Then walk into the acupuncture room.

The room is not big, with white walls of floor tiles. The décor is still very ordinary. It's just that the dark corners of the ceiling are inlaid with a circle of wood decorative lines, and the windows are wooden lattice windows, these two simple elements add a bit of Chinese flavor to the interior.

There are three treatment beds, several wooden chairs, and several movable screens. Several patients are lying or sitting and are being treated.

Su Xiaojia sat on an armchair by the window according to the instructions. Maybe it's because I've been here many times. There was no trace of nervousness on his face.

The Doctor Zhang took out an acupuncture bag with a label on the outside from the cabinet, checked the name, and then opened it, took out several long silver needles inside, and disinfected them one by one with alcohol cotton.

It seems to be dedicated to a person. In order to avoid cross-infection caused by inadequate disinfection, it is relatively formal. Jiang Yichen thought to himself.

After a while, Dr. Zhang picked up the alcohol cotton ball with tweezers and wiped it behind Su Xiaojia's ears and neck, and then picked up the silver needle with the index finger of his right thumb, pierced it in different parts in turn, and pinched the needle handle for extraction and twisting. It looks very skillful.

After a while, he stopped his movements and told Su Xiaojia that she needed to leave the needle for half an hour and let her sit quietly. Then he left to take care of other patients.

Jiang Yichen looked curiously at the seven or eight slender and straight silver needles that resided on the skin, piercing into the flesh without the slightest trace of blood, which was really a wonderful feeling. Acupuncture, the oldest form of treatment in China, is familiar to him, but he has never been so close.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in a whisper of concern.

Su Xiaojia shook her head slightly. Seeing him staring at himself with blazing eyes, he suddenly remembered the joke he had told about hedgehogs in Penguin's correspondence last time, and couldn't help but blush and close his eyes.

Jiang Yichen observed for a while, but because he was not very familiar with the distribution of acupuncture points, he didn't see a reason, so he had to sit on a square bench next to him and wait.

Fortunately, half an hour was not a long time, and Dr. Zhang returned in time to get the needle, and made a record in the medical record book, and the treatment was temporarily over.

After coming out of the second acupuncture room, I had to go to Dr. Tang Jilin's office for a follow-up.

Dr. Tang's office is located on the east side of the second floor, and several patients are waiting on benches at the door.

Su Xiaojia has been treated here for more than half a month, and she is already familiar with the process and everything. She handed the medical record book and appointment slip to the nurse at the triage desk, and the two of them found an empty seat to sit down. About forty minutes passed, and finally the nurse called her name.

Jiang Yichen accompanied Xiaojia's sister into Dr. Tang's consultation room and closed the door with his backhand.

The room area is about nearly 20 square meters, the decoration and layout are much more exquisite than the acupuncture room just now, with dark wood floors, mahogany tables, Taishi chairs, Duobaoge, flower stands and green plants, and a few Chinese calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, the overall environment looks simple and elegant.

Behind the crimson solid wood rectangular table, sat a man in his fifties, with gray hair, a thin long face, and a pair of eyes that were not big, but still quite bright.

It seems that the person in front of him is Dr. Tang, but it is a little different from Jiang Yichen's imagination. In his impression, he also thought that all the old Chinese medicine doctors who could sit in charge should be the kind of seventy or eighty years old, with a large white beard and fairy bones. You must know that in the concept of ordinary people, Chinese medicine is empirical medicine, and the older the doctor, the more valuable he is.

Doctor Tang raised his eyes and saw Su Xiaojia, obviously remembering this girl, and he beckoned to this side kindly. Su Xiaojia smiled and nodded. He stepped forward and sat down in the chair opposite the rectangular table.

Dr. Tang first took a look at her face and examined her tongue coating. Then ask a few simple questions and ask her to nod or shake her head to answer yes or no.

Then, let Su Xiaojia roll up her cuffs and place her right forearm on the pulse pad on the table.

Dr. Tang stretched out the three fingers of his right hand and placed them on the patient's wrist. Close your eyes slightly and start cutting your pulse.

Jiang Yichen knew that he couldn't be disturbed at this time, he stood still and didn't move, and even his breathing was much lighter.

About five minutes later, Dr. Tang opened his eyes and withdrew his fingers.

"Doctor, how is my sister?" Jiang Yichen asked.

Doctor Tang glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and then explained the situation to the two of them.

Let's be honest. The current situation was much better than he had originally expected, especially those potions, whose conditioning effects were beyond his expectations, and even made him a little confused.

Jiang Yichen and Su Xiaojia glanced at each other, and their faces showed excitement.

"Doctor Tang, that's right. There is a mountain spring in our hometown, which is sweet and clear, and the water quality is much stronger than the tap water in the city. I specifically had people drive over. I gave my sister a decoction. Jiang Yichen made up a reason, after all, it is not a good thing to make the doctor doubtful.

"Oh. I see. Dr. Tang said. It is a good way to decoction the herb with clean and pollution-free mountain spring water rich in various beneficial minerals, which is easier to bring out the effect of the herbs.

Jiang Yichen and the others looked at the doctor intently, according to these words, there should be great hope.

"But ......," Dr. Tang shook his head again halfway through his words.

Jiang Yichen's heart suddenly sank. According to experience, as long as this tone is in place, nothing good can come out of the eight achievements.

"However, such a chronic disease, the meridians and qi veins are blocked, and the needles are performed many times. So far, there is no sign of unblocking. Alas, you still have to be mentally prepared for a long time. Doctor Tang said slowly.

These words are tantamount to a scoop of cold water, extinguishing the little hope that the two of them had just raised again.

"Doctor Tang, you are a famous doctor, isn't there a better way? My sister is still so young, you need to help her. Jiang Yichen asked. He was unwilling, and at the same time he didn't believe that with the other party's reputation, there was only such a little means.

Dr. Tang didn't answer immediately, he got up and walked to the window, his hands behind his back, frowning and pondering.

After a while, he seemed to remember something, and turned around.

"I have been immersed in the disease for many years, and it is difficult for ordinary millineedles to work, and if you want to make a difference, it seems that you have to try to take the road of fighting poison with poison." Speaking of this, he paused, his gaze swept over Jiang Yichen's faces.

"I have a method, but I have rarely used it before because it is more painful for patients during treatment. And now the season is not suitable either. He went on to speak.

"Doctor Tang, tell me about it." Jiang Yichen immediately felt a turning point again.

"My method is very old, it's called the live bee sting method. As the name suggests, it is to use the tail spine of a live bee instead of a milli needle to pierce the relevant acupuncture points of the patient, so that the bee venom enters the body under the skin and forcibly impacts the blocked meridians. Maybe it will have some effect. However, most of the acupuncture points used to treat the deaf and dumb are behind the ears and on the neck, which are rich in nerves and very sensitive, so they suffer more than those who are also treated with this method for rheumatoid arthritis, sciatica, frozen shoulder and other diseases. Dr. Tang explained in detail.

"Bees?" When Jiang Yichen heard this, something flashed in his mind.

When Su Xiaojia heard this, she couldn't help but tremble, and felt a layer of fine goosebumps on her back, and she couldn't help but grab Brother Chenzi's hand.

Most women are naturally allergic to all kinds of bugs, and it's chilling to imagine those little furry things crawling up to their necks and stinging, and more than one.

Jiang Yichen turned his head to look at it, and patted the back of her hand again to express understanding and relief, after all, he had been stung by wild bees in the countryside when he was a child, and the painful and itchy taste is still unforgettable. Inflicted on a girl's body, I really can't bear it in my heart.

"But now it's late autumn, and it's hard to find live bees. This is just a mention, you can think about it slowly, and wait for the spring next year. In addition, this method may not work, and some people have an allergic reaction to bee venom, so it cannot be used. Dr. Tang continued.

"Doctor Tang, do you have any specific requirements for bees in this method? I could have gone and looked. Jiang Yichen asked.

"Well, it's simple, but it's also simple. Regardless of the species, it is best to live in a non-polluted environment far away from factories and cities, with a strong physique, and the bee venom is usually relatively pure and very effective. Well, by the way, let's see if you can find beekeepers, I heard that they like to go to the wild no-man's land to release bees, and the price of real wildflower nectar in the market is very expensive now. Let's leave it at that, and we'll talk about the next step when we find it. "Doctor Tang proposed to build yì.

After speaking, he returned to his seat, picked up his pen and prescribed a few pairs of decoctions, and handed the recipe to Jiang Yichen. After the latter thanked him, he left the consultation room with Su Xiaojia. (To be continued......)