Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 23: Suspended Silk Pulse Diagnosis

"Next, this will be the decisive round!"

Zhang Fuen looked serious, signaling with a glance to Ding Keke.

Ding Keke quickly left the clinic room and brought in a middle-aged man about fifty or sixty years old into the ward.

The middle-aged man was emaciated, his face sallow and thin, and he couldn’t stop coughing upon entering the room.

"Who will diagnose first?"

Director Tang realized this was the decisive round and asked with a somewhat serious expression.

Xu Xiangbei shrugged, smiled, and said, "Anyone." As he spoke, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and put it in his mouth.

"No smoking in the clinic!"

Ding Keke, with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her pretty face, sternly scolded.

Zhang Fuen and Zhang Xuesong both frowned and looked at Xu Xiangbei.

"Alright, alright, I’ll go out to smoke."

Xu Xiangbei lazily stretched and leisurely walked out of the clinic.

"No smoking in the hallway either!"

Ding Keke, like a little shadow, followed Xu Xiangbei out of the clinic and stopped only when they reached the restroom at the end of the hallway.

"Hehe, you can control the heavens and the earth, but not a person’s natural calls. I’m going in to relieve myself now. If you’re not afraid of gossip, feel free to join me."

Xu Xiangbei lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and swaggered into the men’s restroom.

Letting Ding Keke enter the men’s restroom with Xu Xiangbei?

If someone saw that, who knows what they’d think they’re doing in there.

"You pervert!"

Ding Keke rolled her eyes in anger, stomped her foot, and helplessly turned back to the clinic.

"This guy probably knows he’s bound to lose, so he’s finding an excuse to slip away. Hehe, it’s good he knows when to back down."

Tang Hao sneered, looking confident of victory.

"Alright, in that case, my son will diagnose first."

Director Tang moved a chair next to Tang Hao, clearly intending to support him.

Neither Zhang Fuen nor Zhang Xuesong objected to this.

"Excuse me, are you Director Tang?"

The middle-aged man looked hopefully at Director Tang, who was wearing a white coat and had gained some weight.

"That’s me."

Director Tang’s face lit up, and he deliberately raised his voice, "Are you a patient who came for my reputation?"

The middle-aged man nodded continuously, looking sad, and said, "I’ve got chronic pulmonary emphysema. Director Wang from the respiratory department says I’m in the late stages, that it’s affecting my heart, and that I might only have one or two years left. Also, he said the emphysema is irreversible, and Western medicine can only help with maintenance. That’s why I’m asking for your help."

"Let me see your X-rays and medical records."

Tang Hao said.

The middle-aged man promptly handed over his X-rays and medical records to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao and Director Tang scrutinized the X-rays and medical records.

"This patient is indeed in the late stages of emphysema, with a very weak heart. Curing it is almost impossible."

Director Tang furrowed his brows and murmured, "Although Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes wellness, your physical foundation is too poor. The only thing we can do is use dietary therapy and medicinal supplements to nourish your body as much as possible, so you can live a bit longer."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed in dejection, with confused tears streaming down his face.

"Dad, what do you think of my prescription?"

Tang Hao hesitated but finally wrote his prescription on paper, handing it over for Director Tang to see.

Director Tang took the prescription, made a few modifications with his pen, and then said, "We’ve prescribed a modified version of the Three Seeds Nourishing Soup for you. Use five slices of ginseng, twenty dried longans, and five dried kumquats. Boil them in one and a half bowls of water over a gentle flame, and consume after five minutes of boiling. Its effects are remarkable. Additionally, I’ll give you another prescription to help with your asthma and aid in the treatment."

Zhang Fuen and Zhang Xuesong nodded approvingly.

"Director Tang, can this prescription allow me to live a few more years?"

The middle-aged man looked at Director Tang with hope in his eyes.

Director Tang frowned and said, "I can’t be sure, but if you have a good constitution, generally speaking, you might live two or three more years."

"Good, great! My son just got married this year. I’d be satisfied if I could just hold my first grandson."

The middle-aged man sighed, a bitter smile on his face.

"Uncle, you’re relatively young. What illness do you have that makes you say something so depressing? Let me have a look, just to ensure these charlatans haven’t delayed your treatment."

Xu Xiangbei swaggered back into the clinic after finishing his cigarette, and upon hearing the conversation, he interjected.

Tang Hao quickly stored the X-rays and medical records in the drawer, then looked at Xu Xiangbei coolly and said, "Xu Xiangbei, I’ve already provided a treatment plan. Now it’s your turn."

Xu Xiangbei nodded with a smile and reached out to take the middle-aged man’s pulse.

"You... you’re also a doctor?"

The middle-aged man hesitated, looking doubtfully at Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei looked quite young, barely in his twenties, certainly not the typical image of a doctor.

"I’m a miracle doctor."

Xu Xiangbei nodded with a smile, reached out to take the man’s wrist, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Oh no, I forgot to wash my hands after using the restroom."

Hmm?

The middle-aged patient, Ding Keke, Tang Hao, and others were all frozen in place, looking at Xu Xiangbei as if they were looking at an idiot.

"Director Tang, give me the prescription. I’ll go get the medicine now." The middle-aged man reached out for the prescription, ready to make his getaway; he didn’t want to waste time with Xu Xiangbei.

"Uncle, don’t worry. I used my right hand to wipe, I can use my left hand to check your pulse." Xu Xiangbei replied earnestly.

The middle-aged patient snorted coldly and stood up to leave.

"Uncle, your forehead looks dark, your face pale, lips blue, and you have difficulty breathing. You must have heart and lung problems, and they’re quite severe, aren’t they?"

Seeing the patient about to leave, Xu Xiangbei immediately spoke up.

"Hmm?"

The middle-aged man paused, turning back to look at Xu Xiangbei with curiosity still tinged with hesitance, "Young man, are you Director Tang’s assistant? Director Tang already looked at my condition and gave me a prescription so there’s no need to waste time, is there?"

"Hehe, how can these quacks compare with me?"

Xu Xiangbei chuckled disdainfully and invited the middle-aged man to sit down, "Rest assured, although I forgot to wash my hands after the restroom, I can use the suspended silk pulse diagnosis to treat you."

With that, he swiftly reached out and grabbed the headband from Ding Keke’s head.

"What are you doing?"

Ding Keke’s hair cascaded down, making her look even more pure and lovely, but she angrily hopped up and pinched Xu Xiangbei’s arm hard.

"Ouch, attempted murder!"

Xu Xiangbei exaggeratedly screamed.

Ding Keke blushed and embarrassedly let go of his arm.

"Just tie it around your wrist."

Xu Xiangbei handed one end of the headband to the middle-aged man.

Hmm?

Suspended silk pulse diagnosis?

Immediately, Tang Hao, Director Tang, Zhang Fuen, and others all widened their eyes, curiously watching Xu Xiangbei’s movements.