"Doctor, could it be that you have made a wrong diagnosis? How can I have a weak spleen? Do you want to re-diagnose it?" asked the taxi driver, a little stunned.

This female doctor is Zhou Fusheng's apprentice, how could she be diagnosed with spleen deficiency? She obviously has gastritis, but this taxi driver is also a kind-hearted person, and he did not question Zhao Kexin on the spot.

However, Zhao Kexin was conceited and said: "No need to diagnose again, are you a doctor or am I a doctor? You just have a weak spleen, I have already diagnosed, there is no need to diagnose again, you take this prescription and go to the counter over there to grab the medicine." ”

The taxi driver frowned, and when he was about to stand up to explain the situation, Zhou Fusheng, who was an old man, suddenly knew that it must be his disciple who had made a wrong diagnosis, and he immediately walked over to save the scene and said, "I'm sorry, this gentleman, I'm Zhou Fusheng from Renhetang, if you don't mind, can you let me take a look?"

"Of course, of course, you see. ”

This taxi driver naturally recognized Zhou Fusheng, the owner of Renhetang, he didn't expect Zhou Fusheng to personally help him see a doctor, how could he refuse.

And Zhao Kexin saw that the teacher was alarmed, but she glanced at the taxi driver with some displeasure, and secretly blamed him for being troublesome, even if she asked the teacher to check, the result was the same, and she still had this confidence Zhao Kexin still has.

Zhou Fusheng helped the taxi driver take the pulse again, time passed little by little, and after five minutes, Zhou Fusheng let go of the taxi driver's wrist, looking a little puzzled, judging from the pulse of the taxi driver, he was indeed spleen deficiency, and there was no gastritis, so difficult that Ye Wudao really made a mistake?

"Doctor, is the diagnosis complete? What is wrong with me?" asked the taxi driver curiously.

"This ......"

Zhou Fusheng just wanted to say that he was gastritis, but when he saw the expectant expression of the taxi driver, it was obvious that he was not as simple as spleen deficiency, otherwise, he would not have this expression, of course, this is not because Zhou Fusheng knows how to read minds, but because he has some experience in medicine over the years, so he immediately changed his words and said: "I still have to look to judge." ”

Zhou Fusheng rechecked his pulse, but the taxi driver's pulse once again told him that this pulse was a symptom of spleen deficiency, what was the problem?

If Zhou Fusheng opened his mouth to ask him, this taxi driver would definitely not hide it, but Zhou Fusheng couldn't do this, and if he did so, it would undoubtedly be tantamount to telling others that his Zhou Fusheng's medical skills were not good.

At this time, Zhou Fusheng's ring finger on the taxi driver's wrist suddenly jumped, the strength was very weak, almost imperceptible, which was something that Zhou Fusheng had not noticed before.

This discovery made his eyes light up, and he used his ring finger to flick the taxi driver's pulse, and sure enough, his pulse was like a pulse current, telling Zhou Fusheng the truth with various bounce forces of different frequencies.

Zhou Fusheng let go of the taxi driver's wrist and glanced at Ye Wudao with an extremely surprised look, if it weren't for a faint hint from his ring finger when he took his pulse just now, Zhou Fusheng wouldn't have been able to tell that this taxi driver was suffering from gastritis instead of spleen deficiency.

Obviously, the result of diagnosing the pulse is spleen deficiency, how can it become gastritis? This must start from the basic principle of the pulse, as we all know, no two people are exactly the same, and the same is true for the pulse, but there will not be much difference, as long as it is carefully screened, it will generally be judged.

However, this taxi driver may be due to his special physique, or different from others, his situation belongs to a kind of hidden vein, and the hidden vein is rarely seen in traditional Chinese medicine, even Zhou Fusheng has only seen the introduction of this kind of case in medical books, and in reality, even he is the first time to find out.

Even he almost misdiagnosed just now, if he hadn't noticed something wrong with his years of experience, maybe he would have lost his old face this time, and Zhao Kexin, who was his apprentice, didn't have as much experience as him, so it was naturally not surprising that he made a mistake, so Ye Wudao's ability made Zhou Fusheng even more surprised.

"There has been a result, you are suffering from gastritis, not spleen deficiency, I apologize to you on behalf of my disciple's wrong diagnosis, in order to express my apologies, your consultation fee and medicine money today are all complicated by our Renhetang. Zhou Fusheng said.

"What? It can't be, teacher, he'...... What's wrong with him? I've been tested three times. Zhao Kexin said anxiously.

Zhou Fusheng's words were undoubtedly a slap in the face to her, making her face turn red all of a sudden, wouldn't that be ...... Her diagnosis was wrong, and the guy named Ye Wudao over there was correct.

Zhao Kexin couldn't accept this result anyway, she ignored Zhou Fusheng's objections, and wanted to help the taxi driver take the pulse again, but at this time, the taxi driver said: "The doctor of Renhetang really lives up to his reputation, I do have gastritis, no, this is the gastroscopy list I went to the hospital for examination not long ago." ”

I saw that in the lower left corner of the gastroscopy sheet, there was a line of words, "Suffering from superficial gastritis." "And there's the doctor's signature.

Zhao Kexin's face turned pale all of a sudden, although she regarded gastritis as a spleen deficiency, which was not a big medical error, even if she took the medicine for spleen deficiency, it would not have any effect on gastritis, but this was her fault, she made a wrong diagnosis, this time she diagnosed gastritis as spleen deficiency, what if she diagnosed a cold as cancer?

"Xiaoxin, don't be like this, we as doctors may not always diagnose correctly, this patient's situation is a little special, in addition to the bright vein, he also has a hidden vein, if I don't diagnose it again and again, I'm afraid even I can't see it." ”

Zhou Fusheng didn't know the mind of his disciple, and was worried that she would feel discouraged from now on, so he comforted her.

"What?

Zhao Kexin blurted out all of a sudden, and she seemed even more surprised than Zhou Fusheng.

She had only heard of the hidden vein, and knew that the hidden vein was one of the most difficult pulses to diagnose in traditional Chinese medicine, and it was true that as Zhou Fusheng said, even if she made a wrong diagnosis, it could not be regarded as her fault.

Even Zhou Fusheng is the first time to encounter a patient with a hidden vein, let alone Zhao Kexin, but if it is ordinary, Zhao Kexin was misdiagnosed because of the hidden vein, which is not a shameful thing, after all, even Zhou Fusheng himself said it, and even he is not very sure.

But Ye Wudao didn't take the pulse at all, he just glanced at it casually and diagnosed the accurate condition, and she made a mistake in her own diagnosis, and she even despised others proudly, I'm afraid this is what makes her feel the most humiliating.