Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 24: Just Drink

Suspended silk pulse diagnosis is a method used in traditional Chinese medicine to diagnose illnesses, and it exists only in ancient historical legends. Nowadays, even the most skilled practitioners of Chinese medicine cannot diagnose illnesses using suspended silk pulse diagnosis.

It is said that because men and women maintained a distance in ancient times, when imperial physicians entered the capital to treat the Empress and Princesses, they could not use the direct inspection, listening, inquiry, and palpation methods to diagnose illnesses. So they had to diagnose through screens, using the suspended silk pulse diagnosis method.

This technique has been lost for many years.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xiangbei, so young, actually understands suspended silk pulse diagnosis. It’s truly miraculous!

"Hmph, are you joking? You think you’re an Imperial Physician? This suspended silk pulse diagnosis method has long been lost. How could a young fellow like you possibly know it?"

Director Tang, seeing Xu Xiangbei showing off his skills, was so angry that his nose was crooked, and his words were filled with jealousy.

"I want to see what kind of diagnosis you can give in a moment."

Tang Hao spoke coldly, his face gloomy.

The patient is suffering from pulmonary emphysema, and simply wanting to diagnose the illness through inspection, listening, inquiry, and palpation is far less direct than looking at the scans.

However, Tang Hao has hidden the scans, and Xu Xiangbei’s suspended silk pulse diagnosis is certainly less accurate than his.

In this way, Xu Xiangbei is already lagging behind him in diagnosing the illness.

"Hmm? This fellow actually knows suspended silk pulse diagnosis?"

Ding Keke stared at Xu Xiangbei in surprise, her eyes becoming bright and shiny.

It’s often said that a young girl harbors affection. Ding Keke graduated from Jinghua Medical University at the early age of nineteen and came to Jiangcheng Second People’s Hospital as an apprentice nurse.

As a medical student, she is not unfamiliar with suspended silk pulse diagnosis, knowing it was the method used by ancient imperial physicians to treat the Empress.

However, this miraculous method only exists in television dramas.

Recently, she has been following a costume drama about imperial physicians and is particularly fascinated by the handsome physician in the series.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei actually knows suspended silk pulse diagnosis now, she couldn’t help but feel enamored, and her gaze towards him became somewhat entranced.

Amidst the skeptical and eager gazes of the crowd, Xu Xiangbei unhurriedly stretched out three fingers, pinching the other end of a hairband, straightening the rope, and closed his eyes to carefully sense the pulse manifestations.

Two minutes later, Xu Xiangbei opened his eyes, checked the patient’s tongue, and smiled: "Uncle, you have shortness of breath and wheezing, feel tired after slight exertion, are prone to catch wind and sweat easily, feel fatigued and weak, your tongue looks pale, with thin or turbid coating, and slippery pulse, showing signs of lung and kidney qi deficiency. If I’m not mistaken, you should have pulmonary emphysema accompanied by respiratory tract disease and cardiovascular disease, and the situation is very serious."

Wow!

As soon as the words fell, Tang Hao, Zhang Fuen, Ding Keke, and others all gasped, looking at Xu Xiangbei with a face full of surprise.

Xu Xiangbei managed to accurately diagnose the patient’s condition simply by suspended silk pulse diagnosis!

"Tsk tsk, it seems Mr. Xu is not feigning mystery! Haha, unexpected that this long-lost national treasure, suspended silk pulse diagnosis, actually still has inheritors!"

Dean Zhang Fuen was so excited that he became tongue-tied.

Zhang Xuesong sat nearby, smiling: "Uncle, I don’t often come to Jiangcheng. The reason I strenuously recommended Mr. Xu to you this time is to have you properly mentor him, so he can shine brightly under your guidance. Besides benefiting society, we can also enjoy some reflected glory."

Dean Zhang Fuen agreed, nodding repeatedly.

"Wow, so handsome..."

Ding Keke instinctively exclaimed softly, but quickly realized something, shaking her head: "Pah pah pah, what am I thinking? This guy is just a scoundrel with no civic conscience. Why do I think he’s handsome..."

"Young man, can you cure my illness?"

The middle-aged patient excitedly gripped Xu Xiangbei’s hand, not minding at all that he hadn’t washed his hands after using the toilet.

"Hmph, Xu Xiangbei, give out your treatment proposal."

Tang Hao urged impatiently.

His treatment proposal was personally revised and processed by Director Tang, having been approved by both Zhang Fuen and Zhang Xuesong.

He doesn’t believe Xu Xiangbei can provide a better treatment proposal.

As long as Xu Xiangbei’s treatment proposal is inferior to his, he wins this round of competition.

"Uncle, how many packs of cigarettes do you smoke a day usually?"

Xu Xiangbei asked with a smile, looking slowly at the middle-aged man.

"I used to smoke heavily, two packs a day. Since discovering this disease, I haven’t dared to smoke anymore, I’ve quit!"

The middle-aged man replied with a bitter face.

Xu Xiangbei nodded with satisfaction and asked with a smile: "Do you drink?"

"Alcohol... I occasionally sneak a sip or two..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and mumbled.

"What!? Your illness is this serious, and you still dare to drink alcohol?"

Tang Hao widened his eyes, enraged.

"Uncle, you can’t go on like this. Drinking too little alcohol is neither satisfying nor beneficial for your health."

Xu Xiangbei chimed in with a slick tone: "I suggest you drink twice a day, a bowl of rice wine each time."

"Doctor, you... you’re joking, right?"

The middle-aged man looked at Xu Xiangbei with skepticism.

"Xu Xiangbei, is this your treatment plan?"

Tang Hao was taken aback, then immediately looked at Xu Xiangbei with mockery, showing undisguised contempt.

Xu Xiangbei smiled slightly and nodded.

"Hahaha, Xu Xiangbei, you’re such a scoundrel. As a doctor, you’re supposed to save lives, but you’re advising patients to drink alcohol. Are you hoping the patients die early and reincarnate?"

Director Tang shook his head and sneered, starting to complain to Director Zhang Fuen: "Director, you saw it yourself. Xu Xiangbei’s treatment plan is to have patients drink alcohol, twice a day. Drinking like that would harm even a healthy person, not to mention a patient with emphysema. Treating patients like this is completely irresponsible. If there’s a medical accident and a dispute occurs, our First People’s Hospital’s reputation will be ruined by him!"

Director Tang was entirely biased towards his son Tang Hao, giving no face to Xu Xiangbei.

"Mr. Xu, I would like to hear your explanation."

Director Zhang Fuen paid no heed to Director Tang and looked at Xu Xiangbei with a calm expression, waiting for his explanation.

"Rice wine nourishes the lungs. You don’t even understand such simple pharmacology? You’re truly hopeless."

Xu Xiangbei’s nostrils flared as he spoke impatiently: "Director, I’ve heard you’re a leading figure in traditional Chinese medicine with exceptional medical skills. But your question is too naive; your low level surprised me. I’m now a bit reluctant to compete for the position of head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department."

Director Zhang Fuen’s old face flushed with anger, and he shook with rage.

Who doesn’t know that rice wine nourishes the lungs?

The problem is, just drinking rice wine can’t cure emphysema. Plus, the patient in front of him is in the late stage of emphysema, which could trigger heart disease at any moment.

Director Zhang Fuen wanted Xu Xiangbei to explain the specific treatment plan, but Xu Xiangbei responded with sarcasm, infuriating the otherwise composed Director Zhang Fuen so much that he struggled to hold back an outburst.

"Young man, I won’t drink rice wine. I’ll just take some Chinese medicine; I don’t want to die early."

The middle-aged man still distrusted Xu Xiangbei, holding the prescription given by Director Tang, he stood up to leave.

"Hold on."

Xu Xiangbei called out and waved, "My treatment isn’t over yet. Next, I’ll give you a massage to help expel the bad air accumulated in your body. As long as you regularly expel the bad air, there won’t be any bullae forming in your lungs. You could live to seventy or eighty years old, easily."

"What!? I can live to seventy or eighty?"

The middle-aged man’s eyes brightened, and he immediately sat back down.

Xu Xiangbei stepped forward, pressing his index and middle fingers together, channeling his inner strength, and began massaging the patient’s chest, throat, shoulders, and back.

The patient’s face showed pain, and his breathing became rapid. After five minutes, he heaved out a mouthful of black phlegm into the trash can, its stench overwhelming the room.

"What is this..."

Zhang Fuen, Director Tang, and everyone else stared in shock at the black phlegm in the trash can, unable to speak for a while.

Xu Xiangbei managed to expel the bad air accumulated in the patient’s lungs solely through massage, an incredible feat.

If the bad air in the lungs could be expelled, emphysema would no longer pose a threat to life!

"Alright. Just come for a massage once a month, and remember the two bowls of rice wine a day, one large bowl at each meal, or I’ll be on your case."

Xu Xiangbei clapped his hands and waved at the stupefied Ding Keke: "Keke, why are you standing there? Aren’t you the one in charge of dealing with patients’ waste? Hurry up and take it out; it’s suffocating me."

Dealing with patients’ waste?

Ding Keke held her nose as she approached, picked up the trash bag, and hearing Xu Xiangbei’s words, barely resisted the urge to smack it into his face.

It was infuriating!

"Divine doctor, you’re truly a divine doctor! My breathing has become so much easier; it’s been years since I could breathe so smoothly!"

The middle-aged man excitedly stood up, holding Xu Xiangbei’s hand, and was about to kneel down to thank him profusely.