Liu Shao, holding the dicine, expressed his gratitude profusely as he walked out of the consultation room.
Looking at the patients still waiting outside, he gave a thumbs-up to the crowd: "Dr. Lu’s dical skills are definitely like this."
His face carried a smile, entirely genuine.
His words imdiately caught the attention of many people.
Especially the patients who had heard about Lu Xuan’s legendary deeds, they felt sowhat apprehensive coming to the Health Center on Qiu City Street.
Not that they didn’t believe, but because they had only heard about it from others, not having experienced it firsthand, they felt a lack of solid assurance.
Now, Liu Shao’s words naturally made many people interested, yet because they didn’t know each other, they were embarrassed to ask.
Fortunately, at this mont, a man about the sa age as Liu Shao couldn’t resist and asked, "Is Dr. Lu really that great?"
Liu Shao answered solemnly, "As it stands, he’s the most skilled among the Chinese dicine practitioners I’ve encountered."
"Could you elaborate?" soone else prompted.
Others also listened intently, full of curiosity.
Liu Shao initially intended to just express a little admiration for Dr. Lu, not expecting so much attention and questions in return.
Seeing dozens of eyes fixed on him and a growing crowd, Liu Shao nodded reluctantly.
Liu Shao organized his thoughts and slowly started speaking, "I suffer from diabetes..."
Upon hearing this first sentence, many people were slightly taken aback. From a modern dical perspective, diabetes is incurable, and one relies on insulin for life.
Suddenly, there was a bit of sympathy in the looks directed at Liu Shao.
Liu Shao, appearing to be just in his early thirties, would have to endure this condition for the rest of his life.
Liu Shao didn’t mind the looks from everyone and continued, "Actually, when I entered the consultation room, I didn’t say a word, I just let Dr. Lu take my pulse, wanting to see if Dr. Lu was as legendary as people said. But honestly, I wasn’t hopeful because diagnosing just by taking the pulse didn’t seem feasible."
Hearing this, the crowd nodded slightly, acknowledging that rely taking the pulse wouldn’t allow for accurate diagnosis.
"However, Dr. Lu’s genius lies here; with just a pulse check, he diagnosed with ’consumptive thirst,’ an ancient term in Chinese dicine, known today as diabetes."
The following words of Liu Shao sent shivers through those on the second floor of the health center.
Typically, Chinese dicine relies on observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking to diagnose based on these four diagnostics; diagnosing solely on pulse examination is rare.
Even if Hua Tuo were resurrected, Bian Que reincarnated, or Zhongjing possessed, this would be difficult.
Yet Dr. Lu achieved this, and his dical skills were indeed astounding.
"I have never seen anyone diagnose accurately just by taking the pulse."
After hearing Liu Shao’s testimony, for a mont, everyone’s gaze toward the Chinese dicine consultation room beca rather bizarre; such technique was unheard of.
"I know so of you might not believe it, but after seeing Dr. Lu, you will understand how remarkable his skills are."
Having said this, Liu Shao squeezed through the crowd: "Well, I’ve said what I needed to. I still need to go ho and decoct my dicine, so I won’t chat further."
With that, he carried his dicine and went down to the second floor.
...
Chinese dicine Clinic.
Lu Xuan could vaguely hear the situation outside, yet his attention was focused on the patient before him, gently asking, "Auntie, where are you feeling unwell?"
Wang Yifen looked sowhat pale and lethargic. Seeing Lu Xuan’s inquiry, she pressed her chest, suppressing the urge to vomit, and began to narrate slowly.
Lu Xuan didn’t interrupt her and listened quietly.
Wang Yifen, fifty-eight years old this year, was an outsider who had been working in Yong City for several years. A few days ago, after dining out, she suddenly felt stomach pain and bloating in the afternoon, nauseated and wanting to vomit, shivering all over, dizzy, fatigued, and listless, accompanied by vomiting up a large amount of sour-slling contents.
Along with these symptoms, she also experienced sweating and belching. Over the past two days, she has vomited yellow and green bitter fluids more than ten tis since last night. Not daring to eat anything this morning slightly alleviated it, but she still felt uncomfortable.
She had visited the hospital several tis, received two days of anti-inflammatory injections, and took dication without any improvent, and her fever hadn’t subsided. It was upon soone’s recomndation she registered for Lu Xuan’s consultation.
Seeing Wang Yifen in distress, Lu Xuan stood up and handed her a plastic bag, "Auntie, if you really need to vomit, just do it, there’s no need to hold it back, and you likely can’t."
Wang Yifen gratefully accepted the bag, yet barely had the chance to say thanks before she suddenly spat out a mouthful of acid water into it, feeling much better afterward.
Seeing this, Lu Xuan knew it was an acute illness that couldn’t be delayed, so he quickly grasped Wang Yifen’s hand, gently pressing, and found a soft-slippery pulse.
This was Lu Xuan’s first encounter with such a pulse.
A soft pulse implies qi deficiency, while a slippery pulse indicates phlegm dampness, food stagnation, bloating, cough, and other surface symptoms.
Patients with a soft-slippery pulse generally exhibit signs of qi deficiency and pain.
Solely based on the pulse, it doesn’t directly associate with Wang Yifen’s symptoms of vomiting, which isn’t a rare disease, but for Lu Xuan to treat, he montarily didn’t know where to start.
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