met free Chapter 36 The leader visits to invite a top doctor
Chapter 36 The leader visits to invite a top doctor
Chapter 36 The Leader Visits to Seek Out Top Doctor
[First paragraph]
Murong Fangxiang's black Mercedes came to a steady stop in front of the wrought iron gate of the villa area.
The iron gate slid open slowly from the inside, and a butler in a tuxedo bowed and stepped forward, lightly placing his hand on the car door: "Miss Murong, Mr. Chen, please come in."
The hall was covered with a scarlet carpet, the walls were adorned with ink paintings and calligraphy, and a crystal chandelier cast a warm glow.
The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit stood up, his hand halfway outstretched, his gaze lingering on Chen Shanhe's face, his smile fading slightly: "Young Mr. Chen, it's an honor to meet you."
Chen Shanhe reached out and lightly shook hands, withdrawing his hand as soon as his fingertips touched the other's palm: "You're too kind, sir."
Murong Fangxiang turned to the side, her voice clear and bright: "Director Li, this is Dr. Chen Shanhe. You must have heard about his ability to appraise treasures yesterday."
Director Li said "Oh," but his eyes swept over Chen Shanhe—a man in his early twenties, wearing a simple jacket, looking like a recent graduate.
"My old boss has been coughing for over ten years." Director Li gestured for the two to sit down, tapping his fingertips on the table. "We've consulted all the famous doctors in the province and Beijing, and he's taken a lot of Chinese and Western medicine, but there's still no improvement."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Shanhe's phone vibrated in his pocket.
He got up and walked to the corridor. As soon as he answered the phone, a gentle voice came through: "Brother Shanhe, I heard someone wants to see you for treatment? Is it a high-ranking official?"
"Yes, Director Li from the Provincial Bureau."
"You'd better watch carefully! Don't fool them! And don't let anyone set a trap for you!" Wanjing's voice was urgent. "Also, don't waste time talking to women. That Murong Fangxiang doesn't seem simple!"
Chen Shanhe held the phone between his fingers, his knuckles turning slightly white, and said in a low voice, "I know, it's just a medical appointment, nothing else."
"Then come back soon, I've made you some soup."
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, he turned and went back into the living room.
Director Li had already stood up and gestured for us to go: "Dr. Chen, let's go see my old boss."
[Second paragraph]
The car drove towards the old alley in the west of the city.
Murong Fangxiang turned her head to the side: "Nervous?"
Chen Shanhe looked straight ahead and shook his head: "I'm not nervous."
"Aren't you nervous?" Murong Fangxiang pressed, tapping lightly on the car window with her fingertips. "My hands were clenched tightly when I answered the phone just now."
Chen Shanhe glanced at her sideways: "We're treating a disease, not a person."
Murong Fangxiang chuckled and didn't say anything more. She just moved closer to him and handed him a brown paper bag: "The old man's medical records are inside. Take a look first, so as not to waste time later."
Chen Shanhe took it, his fingertips touched the writing on the paper bag, he flipped it open, glanced at it, then closed it and stuffed it back into his bag.
The car was parked at the entrance of the alley.
The old residential building corridors were filled with the smells of Chinese medicine and cooking fumes.
The wooden door on the second floor was pushed open.
An elderly man with white hair lay on the bed, his face ashen and yellow as paper. His chest heaved rapidly, each breath accompanied by a whooshing sound, and he coughed so hard that his body trembled.
Three doctors in white coats were gathered around the bed, whispering amongst themselves with their brows furrowed.
The old man's son stood by the bed. When he saw Chen Shanhe, his eyes lit up at first, then dimmed again, and he asked with a doubtful tone, "Doctor?"
Murong Fangxiang stepped forward, her voice steady: "This is Doctor Chen Shanhe, the one who spotted the high-quality fake at a glance at the jewelry convention yesterday."
The old man's son raised an eyebrow, looked Chen Shanhe up and down, and curled his lip slightly: "Looks... quite young."
The tall doctor next to him leaned over, adjusted his glasses, and scanned Chen Shanhe up and down several times, his tone dismissive: "Young man, none of us can treat this illness. You'd better be confident, or you might end up making him worse."
Chen Shanhe didn't reply, but walked straight to the bedside, sat down, and put his hand on the old man's wrist.
He paused as soon as his fingertips touched the pulse, then gently pressed with his fingertips.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds.
The old man's son frowned more and more deeply, glanced at his watch, and muttered under his breath, "So long...could it be that he's incompetent?"
Murong Fangxiang stood to the side, her eyes calm, and simply nodded slightly, signaling him to continue.
Chen Shanhe withdrew his hand, slowly stood up, and gently rubbed his fingertips together in his palm.
[Third paragraph]
The old man's son immediately rushed over, his voice urgent: "How is he? Dr. Chen, my father's illness..."
Chen Shanhe didn't rush to answer. He turned to the three doctors and asked calmly, "Does he usually cough up white phlegm?"
The doctor paused, exchanged a glance, and nodded: "Yes, it's white phlegm every day."
"Does it get worse at night?"
"Yes, I cough so much at night that I can't sleep."
"Does it only happen when there's a cold reception?"
"Yes! It gets worse when exposed to wind; we all say it's a cold-induced cough."
Chen Shanhe nodded, his tone resolute: "This is not a simple cold cough, but a deficiency of both lung and kidney, with phlegm and dampness obstructing the interior. The medicines you gave him to clear the lungs, stop coughing, and resolve phlegm are only treating the symptoms, not addressing the root cause."
The old man's son's face darkened, and he stepped forward: "Explain yourself! What do you mean by 'treating the symptoms but not the root cause'? The medicine we're taking is prescribed by a major hospital!"
Chen Shanhe turned to Murong Fangxiang: "Borrow paper and pen."
Murong Fangxiang immediately took out a notebook and a pen from her bag and handed them over.
He picked up his pen and began to write, the tip of the pen gliding across the paper with a swishing sound.
A moment later, he handed over the paper: "For acupuncture, use the three acupoints Taiyuan, Shenshu, and Zusanli. Retain the needles for twenty minutes each time, and get the medicine according to this prescription."
The old man's son stared at the prescription, his brow furrowed, his tone skeptical: "That's it? It's that simple?"
Chen Shanhe raised his eyes and looked directly at him: "That's it. Correct medical principles are better than force-feeding ten doses of useless medicine."
Murong Fangxiang suddenly spoke up, her voice carrying a certain weight: "Director Li, Dr. Chen has treated many similar chronic coughs and asthma in the countryside, and his reputation has always been very good. You can give him a try."
The old man's son hesitated, then turned to look at the old man on the bed.
The old man, panting, reached out and grabbed his son's wrist, his voice weak: "Let's try... as a last resort..."
[Paragraph 4]
That evening, Chen Shanhe returned to the hotel, and his phone rang.
"How did it go? How was your doctor's visit today?" Wanjing's voice was filled with excitement.
"Successfully, the prescription was written and the acupuncture was performed."
"Really? You're not kidding, are you?"
"No, it's all based on medical principles."
Wanjing smiled: "Then I'm relieved. You have to put on a good show for people, don't embarrass me! And don't overwork yourself, remember to eat on time."
Chen Shanhe responded softly, "I know, you should go to sleep early too."
After hanging up the phone, he took out the medical record that Murong Fangxiang had given him from his bag and carefully looked through it.
It contains a detailed record of the old man's past...
"I see." Chen Shanhe's fingertip hovered over the words "kidney qi deficiency" and tapped them lightly.
The cough is just a symptom; the root cause lies in a deficiency syndrome. No wonder the previous medications were ineffective.
My phone rang again; it was Director Li calling.
"Dr. Chen, thank you so much! My dad's cough is much better tonight, and he was even able to sleep peacefully for half an hour!" Director Li's voice was filled with excitement.
"Continue to get the medicine as prescribed. I will come back for a follow-up visit in three days to adjust the acupoints and the prescription."
"Okay, okay! You've gone to so much trouble! I'll need your help again later, but the cost is negotiable!"
"The main thing is to see a doctor; just pay according to the rules."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Shanhe leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.
He remembered the courtyard in Qinglong Town, the image of Wanjing squatting in front of the stove stewing soup, and the way she clung to him.
I recalled the old man's trembling hands as he coughed, and the face of his son, which went from doubt to gratitude.
A message suddenly popped up on her phone. It was from Murong Fangxiang: "I've reviewed today's prescription and acupuncture plan. They're very professional. I'll accompany you to your follow-up appointment tomorrow and bring some food for the elderly to take care of themselves."
Chen Shanhe typed two words on the screen: "Okay".
He put down his phone and looked out the window.
As night deepened, the lights shone even brighter.
He knew that from today onwards, more and more people from the provincial capital would come to him.
Some people asked them to appraise treasures, some to treat illnesses; they were powerful and wealthy businessmen.
His path will become wider and wider, and he will also become busier and busier.
Wan Jing's instructions, Murong Fangxiang's companionship, and the patients waiting for him to treat them all became burdens on his shoulders.
My phone vibrated again; it was a message from Wanjing: "Goodnight, Shanhe. Remember to let me know you're safe tomorrow."
Chen Shanhe smiled, replied with "Goodnight," and placed his phone on the bedside table.
A breeze blew in through the window, carrying a hint of coolness.
He knew that this journey to the provincial capital had only just begun.