(Shout, I want a ticket)

opened the bedroom door with a red face, and when she came out again, Xu Ying had already changed into sky blue sè jeans to make her plump and round long feet tight and straight, wearing a light red sè short-sleeved shirt on her upper body, her hair was behind her ears, and there were red clouds floating on her face.

Shicai Wen Hao just glanced at her chest unconsciously, and when he saw her come out, he was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but fortunately, Nan Nan ran around, diluting the embarrassing air between the two a lot.

Xu Ying walked to the kitchen to cook, Hua Wenhao cleaned up the mess on the ground, and when he wiped the floor clean, the aroma of the food had already wafted out, diluting the smell of Chinese medicine all over the room.

Xu Ying brought the food and asked Hua Wenhao to come out to eat, the two sat opposite each other, but neither of them dared to look up at each other, they all had ghosts in their hearts, or Hua Wenhao led the topic to Nannan, while eating, they simply chatted a few words, which alleviated the embarrassment between each other.

Xu Ying went to bed early and never went out of the bedroom.

Hua Wenhao played the Five Fowl Divine Trick several times, and lay down on the bed refreshed to continue to study his "Green Capsule Sutra".

When I got up in the morning, I packed my backpack and brought some haode medicine with me, Xu Ying also just got up, the loose pajamas could not hide her plump body, seeing Hua Wenhao carrying a bag, thinking of his eyes peeking at her last night, red clouds swelled up on his face, and he pretended to ask casually: "Why do you get up so early!" ”

"I want to accompany Uncle Zeng to the clinic, and I have to come back later in the evening, Sister Xu Ying doesn't need to bring me food!"

When he arrived at Jishan Hall, Zeng Xueli had already come.

"Wen Hao, are you healed?"

"Teacher Zeng, are you okay?" Hua Wenhao prefers to call Zeng Xueli a teacher in front of people.

Zeng Xueli is a special professor at Tiannan Medical University, and he enjoys the allowance of the State Council, and even the high-ranking officials in Sijiu City have to invite him to Beijing when he is sick.

After a while, a black Sè Mercedes-Benz sedan drove over, and two people from the car politely asked Zeng Xueli to get into the car. Hua Wenhao followed behind with a medicine box.

Hua Wenhao knew at a glance that this car was definitely a luxury car in the SUV series, and Wang Lei's Passat was not worthy of carrying shoes. Famous cars are the favorite of all men, and Hua Wenhao is no exception, and he has a soft spot for famous cars.

Hua Wenhao got into the car, looked at this million-dollar car back and forth, and was envious, not knowing if he would have the opportunity to drive such a good car in his life.

The car drove away from the city and towards the suburbs. Hua Wenhao knew that this road led to Xiangshan Apartment. Xiangshan apartment is located in the east of Tiannan City, flat terrain, dense forest, as early as many years ago developed into a resort, the price of each villa is often millions, on the tens of thousands, ordinary people can only look at the ocean sighing, living in Xiangshan apartment group is not rich or expensive.

The car was parked in front of a private villa halfway up the mountain.

The two sides of the villa are densely shaded, and there is a circular natural pond in front of it, and the winding path is full of mountain flowers, leading to the secluded forest path behind it, and plants such as creepers extend along the trees Xiangshang, and the whole villa is simple and solemn.

The person who came out to greet Zeng Xueli was an old man about seventy years old, although his hair was a little gray, but he was dignified and firm. He was flanked by a middle-aged man, followed by two young men.

The old man stepped forward, and a middle-aged man beside him introduced.

"Professor Zeng, this is Mr. Ji Chengenji!"

"Professor Zeng, I'm really sorry, thank you for this trip!" Ji Chengen stepped forward and warmly held Zeng Xueli's hand, smiling all over his face, his gray beard shaking in the wind, showing his importance to Zeng Xueli.

"Mr. Ji is polite, I have been old friends with Huang Sheng for many years"

A few people exchanged a few words, and Hua Wenhao followed behind and learned that Ji Chengen was the owner of this villa, and the middle-aged man next to him was called Huang Sheng, who was Zeng Xueli's deacon, and Ji Chengen was invited by Huang Sheng to Zeng Xueli to see his grandson.

Those young people are all Ji Chengen's juniors, one is his grandson Ji Jiye, one is his grandson named Sun Jianwen, and the other is Sun Jianwen's friend Chen Qi.

Hua Wenhao has never heard of Ji Chengen, and he is not an idle person based on his bearing. Hua Wenhao naturally didn't know that this old man Ji Chengen was very famous in Hong Kong and Macao, with assets of more than 10 billion yuan, and he had enterprise investments in several cities in the mainland.

After taking a seat, Ji Chengen asked a few young people to say hello to Zeng Xueli!

Ji Chengen sighed and said to Zeng Xueli: "Don't hide it from Brother Zeng, I, Ji Chengen, have a total of three sons, I thought I could spread the branches, who knew these three unfilial things, so I gave birth to such a precious grandson, this child has been weak and sick since he was a child!" ”

Ji Chengen sighed: "During this time, this kid doesn't know why, his spirit is sluggish, and he is gradually losing weight, and he always has nightmares every night!" Don't hide my brother, when I was in Hong Kong, I gave him some examinations, and I also saw some famous doctors but I didn't see anything wrong, so I had to come to the mainland, I have known Huang Sheng for many years, and I heard Huang Sheng talk about you, and I know that you are the Taishan Beidou of the mainland, so I asked for it."

Zeng Xueli hurriedly waved his hand: "Brother Ji is polite, there is no one who eats whole grains without getting sick, my brother can trust me, I naturally want to try my best!" Zeng Xueli didn't say anything to death, the Ji family has strong financial resources, and there is no shortage of skilled old Chinese medicine doctors in Hong Kong and Taiwan, with the strength of the Ji family, he couldn't find anyone to see the problem for Ji Jiye, and he didn't dare to say big things.

However, the more the doctor is confronted with strange diseases, the more curious he becomes.

Zeng Xueli beckoned to Ji Jiye: "Child, you sit here!"

Hua Wenhao also looked Ji Jiye up and down. Ji Jiye looked twenty-one or twelve years old, his face was pale, and his body bones were a little thin, so he politely gave Zeng Xueli a salute, and then sat on the chair next to Zeng Xueli.

Hua Wenhao hurriedly took out the pulse pillow and put it on the dark red square table.

The so-called pulse pillow is a small pillow that is cushioned to the patient's wrist when diagnosing the pulse in traditional Chinese medicine. The pulse pillow has a long history, as early as the Tang Dynasty. There are many kinds of materials for the pulse pillow, the most precious one is made of jade, of course, this kind of jade is warm jade, and most of the sick patients are caused by yīn, cold, wind, and evil qi entering the body, so the pulse pillow made of jade should be made of warm jade.

There is also a pulse pillow made of red sandalwood, which itself is a medicinal herb and has the effect of reassuring and calming the mind. There are also made of bamboo, which come in a variety of forms.

Zeng Xueli's pulse pillow is made of red sandalwood, and when placed on the table, it naturally exudes a tranquil and far-reaching fragrance.

Ji Jiye put his wrist on the pulse pillow, and Zeng Xueli put his middle finger and index finger on his pulse.

TCM pulse diagnosis is the doctor with his left hand index finger, middle finger, ring finger together in the right wrist back inch position, feel the pulse activity, of course, different from person to person, some people like to use three fingers to diagnose the pulse, some people like to use two, and like to use one finger to diagnose the pulse, but it is just a matter of habit.

The important thing is that no matter how you diagnose the pulse, the one who can diagnose the cause is the one who is the master. In TCM diagnosis, the first thing to do is to feel the position of the pulse, some of which can be felt with a light touch, and some of which need to be touched with force, which distinguishes the floating pulse and the sinking pulse. A strong pulse is a solid pulse, and a weak pulse is a virtual pulse. Healthy people should have a pulse pulse of 4 times between one breath and one inhalation, less than 4 times is a delayed pulse, and more than 5 times and less than 7 times is a few pulses.

If you press it, it feels like pressing on the strings, strong and hard, for the strings. If it feels flaccid and slow, it is a slow pulse. According to the uniformity of the pulse, whether the rhythm is uniform, whether the strength and size are consistent, the uneven rhythm has the pulse promotion, the knotted pulse, and the substitute pulse, and the uneven strength and size have the micro pulse, scattered pulse, etc.

A clever TCM practitioner can diagnose a patient's condition by combining other methods such as looking, smelling, and asking.

Zeng Xueli closed his eyes and checked the pulse, his brows furrowed. Hua Wenhao saw it in his eyes and knew that Zeng Xueli must have encountered a problem, with Hua Wenhao's understanding of him, if he hadn't encountered a tricky patient, Zeng Xueli would never have frowned so much.

"Is this young man's illness really weird?"

Hua Wenhao also became curious, he couldn't diagnose the pulse like Zeng Xueli, so he calmed down, and his eyes suddenly changed, and in his eyes, everyone's bodies poured out different degrees of brilliance.

Hua Wenhao looked at Ji Jiye, and couldn't help but "Huh! "Oh! Sure enough, there are oddities.