C772 Difficulties
C772 Difficulties
Arrogant enough, arrogant enough... Yang Wei was choked by his words.
"Heh, these are the arrogant words I heard this year." Yang Wei sneered. He felt that it was the right choice for him to start from Yu Jingzhe.
"Arrogant? I am just an apprentice, and have no right to be arrogant. If there is nothing else, please step aside. I am going to start treating patients. " Yu Jingzhe indicated for the patient, who had been waiting on the side, to come over.
"Sure, I'll just watch from the side. Are you here to cause trouble or not?" After Yang Wei said that, he stood still beside Yu Jingzhe with his arms crossed.
Today, no matter what he said, he had to find out some of the problems with Chinese medicine. Otherwise, their medical team from western medicine might not be able to open up the situation today.
"Do as you wish." Yu Jingzhe ignored him.
The patient had already sat down at the table. Yu Jingzhe reached out his hand to the patient, placed it on his wrist and carefully examined it.
"Dr. Yu, this should be gastritis right? My stomach is swelling and aching, I haven't seen it for a week." The patient was a middle-aged woman in her forties. Her skin was somewhat dark, and she was clearly one of the lowest class members in society.
"Do you have an examination form?" Yang Wei walked up to the middle-aged woman and asked.
"Yes." The woman nodded, but ignored Yang Wei. She took out the checklist and asked Yu Jingzhe, "Dr. Yu, this is my checklist."
"No need." Yu Jingzhe waved his hand, signaling the middle-aged woman to extend her hand.
"Let me take a look." Yang Wei stretched out his hand and wanted to take the checklist, but in his heart, he sneered at Yu Jingzhe's pretentious manner.
"Dr. Yu said there's no need to look." The middle-aged woman looked at Yang Wei and put away the checklist. She didn't really care about him.
"This aunt, I advise you not to be too superstitious about traditional Chinese medicine. Sometimes, one just has to believe half of what the doctor says. Furthermore, do you think that the big doctor in front of you can be considered a Chinese doctor based on his current age? "
Yang Wei sneered, pointed to his chest plate and said, "Do you know who I am? I'm the head of the Department of Neurology at Beijing Hospital. Do you know about Beijing Hospital? "That's a hospital specially opened for leaders. Normally, it's hard for ordinary people to even enter the hospital, let alone the registration fee. Right now, the registration fee is at least a few thousand each time. Are you sure you don't want me to take a look for you?"
The middle-aged woman was a bit tempted. After all, the doctor that treated the leaders was not someone that could be seen at any time. To be honest, she was really shocked by Yang Wei's reputation.
What's more, in the farmer's mind, all the doctors that came out of Beijing Hospital were definitely great figures, especially the names that were on Yang Wei, which were even more frightening.
"It doesn't matter. Don't worry about how I feel. Besides, today is an exchange between Chinese and Western medicine." Yu Jingzhe looked exactly the same, as if he didn't care at all.
He gently retracted his hand. Just now, he had a rough understanding of the middle-aged woman's condition.
"Hey, thank you, Dr. Yu. Actually, my second sister introduced me to you." It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I think it would be better if there was one more person. " As she spoke, the middle-aged woman took out the inspection result that had been put back into her bag and handed it to Yang Wei.
When Yang Wei saw the case, Yu Jingzhe told the patient about his diagnosis.
"Do you often have acid in your stomach and water in your mouth? Do you have stomach pains? Do you have needles piercing your stomach when you are in a bad condition?"
"Yes, that's it. He went to live in a hospital for a week, but he didn't seem to be getting better. He spent a lot of money though." The middle-aged woman nodded again and again.
"Your condition belongs to a stomach drooping. It's not a serious problem. With the red thorns soup of Chuan Bei and the caramel as the primer, you should be able to recover in about three days under normal circumstances." Yu Jingzhe retracted his hand and began to write a prescription.
"Really? Is the medicine expensive? " The middle-aged woman was most concerned about the issue of fees.
"Not expensive. A hundred yuan is enough to cure you." Yu Jingzhe pulled down the prescription as he spoke and handed it to the middle-aged woman.
"Sigh, alright. Thank you, Dr. Yu. Thank you." The middle-aged woman was overjoyed. She took the prescription and was about to leave.
"Wait, your condition isn't what he said." Yang Wei frowned and called out to the middle-aged woman.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem? " The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment. She sat back down, looked at Yu Jingzhe, then looked at Yang Wei and asked.
"When did you make your gastroscope?" Yang Wei pointed to one of the checklists and asked.
"Yesterday." The middle-aged woman remembered very clearly.
"There is a problem with the mucosa of your stomach. You can see that the mucosa of your stomach is punctate, flaky, and red, and that the mucosa is edematous and viscous/thick mucus, as in your case, belongs to a chronic superficial gastritis. If you can diagnose gastritis as having a drooping stomach, Dr. Yu, you're the first. " Yang Wei seized this opportunity and sneered at Yu Jingzhe.
"I'm only treating patients according to my own judgment." Yu Jingzhe said slowly. He was not worried at all because of Yang Wei's sudden attack.
"What is the basis of your judgement?" What makes you think the patient's condition is hypogaea? The results of the examination are clearly displayed here. All the indications are that this is a symptom of superficial gastritis, yet you said that it is a stomach drop. What is your basis? "
Yang Wei sneered. As long as he could grasp this mistake, face-smacking Chinese medicine would not be as miraculous as he imagined. He might even misdiagnose and the scene would not be one-sided.
"My basis is my practice experience. It's the Chinese medicine that our ancestors spent thousands of years to pass down. It's the quintessence of the nation." Yu Jingzhe finally got angry.
Do you think I'm easy to bully? Alright, you want to be slapped in the face, right? Fine then, today I'll grant you that wish.
Are you trying to tear me apart? Barefooted people are afraid of you wearing shoes?
"Experience?" "What a joke." Yang Wei laughed. He only felt that Yu Jingzhe was spouting nonsense. He wasn't too biased towards traditional Chinese medicine, but even if you wanted to brag, you still had to give a rough draft.
A real Chinese medicine is something that can only be achieved after dozens of years of experience. You're just a kid in your early twenties, what kind of experience do you have?
Tsk tsk, this act of posturing is really first-rate.
"Are you sure you have experience? Are you sure you can understand the theories of those detours in traditional Chinese medicine? "You are just an apprentice, it would already be incredible if you could feel the pulse of a patient. Are you sure that you are able to understand the condition of a patient with just the pulse of a patient?"