[When the malicious intents attacked again and again, Zhong Zixi couldn't help but ask himself what he did wrong, why those unbeautiful things were like a dog skin plaster, and he couldn't get rid of it-Zhong Zixi! 】

Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) insists on seeing, smelling, asking, and cutting, and emphasizes the privacy of patients. Traditional Chinese medicine can survive for thousands of years, in addition to the strength of the medical culture, its own inclusiveness and expansiveness.

The old man is pure and calm with his quiet and wise gaze, and he is cured by medicine and reassuring philosophies. Traditional Chinese medicine blends pharmacology and philosophy, and engrosses in it, which not only shows the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture, but also gives people a sense of comfort when they are most frustrated.

Probably because he has learned some of the culture of traditional Chinese medicine, so Zhong Zixi was not disgusted when there was a knock on the door.

The old man cleared his voice and said "enter" calmly.

The talent at the door respectfully responded "good", only to see a little boy with excellent temperament, cold body, and the calmness between his eyebrows is the result of long-term experience and meditation, Zhong Zixi felt stable when he saw him.

The young man stepped forward and respectfully addressed "grandpa", without too many modifiers, and without the joy of childhood, Zhong Zixi actually found it a little interesting.

"Little girl, this is my grandson, who has studied Chinese medicine with me since he was a child, why don't you let her give you a consultation today?"

The old man squinted at Zhong Zixi, very calm, as if he was sure that she would agree.

What Zhong Zixi didn't know was that the old man would never let Xi Yu treat anyone.

Other people's children open the door or read the "Three Character Classic" to learn the "Tao Te Ching", but Xi Yu's enlightenment, the hundred sentences of the song is "Surgical Qixuan", and he can see what the problem is when he puts his hand on the tendons.

Traditional Chinese medicine and Buddhism have always emphasized fate, but he felt that his grandson and the girl in front of him had a fate, so he cut his love and let this grandson treat people unprecedentedly, now to see if this girl is a person who knows the goods!

Zhong Zixi examined the old man for a few seconds and accepted it calmly.

She doesn't know why, it stands to reason that she should be angry when she comes to see a doctor and encounters such a demolition and does not cooperate, inexplicably she believes in this little boy, maybe it is the clear firmness in his eyes!

It is said that don't bully the poor teenager, how can you know the unlimited potential of the teenager if you don't try?

"Okay, that's for you."

Trust between people is particularly important, and Zhong Zixi already believed in it wholeheartedly when he decided to let this teenager be treated.

"Ze Zhou, you give this aunt a good look, remember to be meticulous, you know?" The old man gave a rigorous explanation.

The young man glanced at the old man and replied calmly. "Okay, grandpa."

Xi Yu sat opposite Zhong Zixi, "Auntie, please stretch out your wrist." ”

Zhong Zixi did so, and the young man took out a plaid handkerchief from his pocket, opened it and spread it on Zhong Zixi's wrist.

This action alone has already given her infinite favor, and she has learned such etiquette at a young age, and not just anyone can do it.

The little boy looked as usual, and there was no sign of it from his expression. Zongzhi is chic and beautiful

Boy, look at the sky with white eyes, if such a young man grows up, how can he be powerful.

The young man's diagnosis and treatment took a little long, Zhong Zixi held her breath and concentrated, just when she felt that her breathing was getting tighter and tighter, the young man comforted softly.

"Auntie, don't be nervous, just be normal."

At this moment, she was a little ashamed of herself, it turned out that even a child could see her unrest.

She adjusted her breathing, answered the "yes", and stopped thinking about it.

After a while, the boy took down his handkerchief and looked at his grandfather calmly. The old man was very satisfied, and the pride and hidden smile on his face were different from before.

Zhong Zixi leaned back, turned his head and looked at the two grandparents seriously.

"Ze Zhou, let's talk about it, what do you think are the ingredients of this medicine residue?"

"Okay."

The young man glanced at Zhong Zixi, and then spoke, with a hint of rigor in his cold voice.

"Codonopsis 15g, Atractylodes macrocephalus 15g, Poria cocos 15g, Angelica sinensis 10g, White peony 15g, Rehman 20g, Chuanxiong 10g, Licorice 10g, Astragalus 30g, Ejiao 10g."

The boy glanced at the dregs and spoke again.

"This should have been the prescription that was originally needed, and the aunt in front of her had a deficiency of the spleen and stomach, so she removed the ejiao in the original prescription, and she was damp and hot, so she added two ingredients that were not originally in the prescription, Yin Chen 10g, Ze Epsom 10g."

Zhong Zixi looked at the young man in front of him incredulously, if the trust at the beginning was based on a subconscious.

So now is the real admiration, a teenager can just rely on the pulse to say the ingredients mixed in the dregs, on the other hand, the satisfaction in front of him, it is estimated that the ingredients are not bad at all!

"Ze Zhou, then this aunt is very curious about what is wrong with her, it is better to let you, the doctor who sit, say it personally, after all, our Chinese medicine pays attention to the first question responsibility system, and being responsible for our patients from the beginning to the end is also a inheritance of our Chinese medicine spirit."

The old man's tone is not high, and every sentence is committed to the mission of carrying forward and continuing traditional culture.

This is the real inheritance, guidance, inducement, education! The young man replied respectfully, "Okay." ”

With a smile, he turned around and nodded at Zhong Zixi, and began to answer.

The doctor is benevolent, but because of this, he seems so cruel, every sentence must be said openly, there is no room to remain, this is the most difficult part of human nature.

"Auntie, this is a deficiency type of qi and blood, and the treatment method should be to nourish qi and nourish blood. This dregs is called Bazhen Tangjiawei, which treats autoimmune hemolytic anemia. Have you been experiencing dizziness, abdominal pain, fatigue, back pain, loss of appetite, etc.? ”

Zhong Zixi's face was pale, and it was exactly what this young man said, this is all her characteristics. "Autoimmune, hemolytic anemia?"

She clasped her hands together hard, and it took a long time for her voice to regain her voice.

"Is it anemia caused by the immune system, or is there a problem with the immune system caused by anemia?"

Xi Yu glanced at himself

Grandpa, the old man nodded, and he thought for a moment to explain.

"It is a kind of hemolytic anemia caused by the disorder of immune function regulation, the production of autoantibodies or complement adsorption on the cell surface, and then the acceleration of red blood cell destruction through antigen-antibody reaction."

"So, can it be cured? I, I want to hear the truth. "It turns out that there is really nothing in life that can be greater than living, only living is the most important thing, at this moment Zhong Zixi was a little relieved.

Time ticked by, and the old man taught him from the beginning.

"As a doctor, you can't say too much about everything, and you can't give an absolutely positive answer, everything in this world changes invisibly."

And today, facing the other party's gentle temperament, those so-called ambiguous words, he suddenly couldn't speak, and pity arose.

"Yes."

The boy bowed his head, a doctor wants to give the greatest protection to the patients he consults, but the doctor is just a person who can't do everything he wants.

This was his first official patient, and since birth Xi Yu has been different from children of the same age, he is mentally mature and highly accomplished in traditional Chinese medicine.

The little old man took a fancy to his talent, so he paid special attention to his teachings.

The doctor wanted to benefit the Quartet, and the cycle began over and over again, so the old man named him Xi Yu Ze Zhou. At first, the old man was still thinking about whether this kid could afford Ze Er's word if he was so cold, but today he understands it, and he can be completely relieved!

The old man smiled knowingly and looked at the grandson in front of him with a loving face.

"You, didn't lie to me?"

Zhong Zixi confirmed uncertainly, her life has been too vain, and this time she just wants to ask for a sincerity.

"Auntie, there is no absolute in many things in this world, and the same is true for doctors, I promise you that you can, as long as you follow the doctor's instructions and relax, it is naturally possible."

After living for more than 20 years, Zhong Zixi realized that he was not a teenager who was transparent.

"Auntie, I only have one thing I want to tell you." Xi Yu straightened up, and his tepid appearance was always convincing.

"You say."

"There is a kind of person who is born gentle, and gentleness is a gift, and you have such a talent yourself, so please don't let it be dusty!"

Zhong Zixi was holding milk in his hand, smiling, the night outside the window was very dark, and the stars were faintly audible, and the sound of Zhizhi and the branches could be faintly heard, like a nocturne.

At this moment she was really calm, maybe it was the words of the teenager that reminded her that the most important thing she had always had was called "gentleness." ”

When calm strikes, all the waves will make way for it. The hot milk in the palm of her hand had a slight aroma, and she thought he would be back soon!

Standing at dusk with you in your spare time, smiling in front of the stove and asking about porridge Kewen?

Zhong Zixi glanced down at the milk in the cup, and the soft voice echoed in his ears, pouring out the tranquility of this room.

He Yansheng sat alone in the car for a long time, just like the loss of knowing that day when she cried, she could only wait helplessly downstairs.

The one on the roof

The light was on for a long time, as if as long as it was on, He Yansheng would feel at ease. The man propped himself up on the side of the door with one hand, his fingers resting on the corners of his mouth.

The deep gloom between his eyebrows lingered shallowly, and after a while, he pulled out the key and closed the door.

The movements were crisp and sharp, and he stood still at the door for a minute with his eyes closed. Across the door, the room was full of lights and warm sun, and he tapped the password.

With a loud click, the sound of the door lock opening was heavy, and He Yansheng pushed open the door and slowly walked in.

Aunt Xu has been waiting for He Yansheng to come back, it stands to reason that if something like this happened today, Mr. should have come back earlier. Why didn't I come back for a long time today, and finally heard the sound of the door lock, Aunt Xu hurriedly came out of the house.

He Yansheng leaned on the entrance shelf, single behind him as if in a daze. The light in the room poured on his body and looked a little lonely, and Aunt Xu was a little distressed when she saw He Yansheng like this.

The burden on him was too heavy, and he couldn't really relax for so long. People who hide everything in their hearts live too hard and too tired.

"Sir."

(End of chapter)