Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1142 Testing the Waters: Is It Okay to Tell Me Who is the Real Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine Surgery? (Two Chapters Combined)
Can I refuse a request that uses a dialect?
Of course you can refuse, but if you refuse, you can forget about watching here any longer.

But what if I agree?
I have a feeling that someone is about to rip me out of my entire fortune.

Although their teachers and mentors praised the dialect highly, they were also new to it.

"Okay!!!" Li Hui was the first to agree.

She said:
"We're all going to see Dr. Fang anyway, so it's reasonable for us to share our opinions with him. It's about exchanging experiences."

Upon hearing this, another girl, Lin Xueling, echoed her sentiments:
"Yes, that's right."

"That's definitely fair."

Two of the six girls were the first to "betray" the group, so the other four couldn't stand up and disagree. Besides, what they said did make some sense; they were treating the illness by listening to the dialect first.

Moreover, Fang Yan didn't hesitate at all when he agreed, and he was quite enthusiastic.

If they didn't agree, it would seem like they were being particularly stingy.

So they immediately said:
"Yes, of course, no problem. However, our styles are quite different. If you haven't studied similar methods before, you might not be able to understand them."

Fang Yan almost burst out laughing when he heard this. "The more you know, the faster I learn," he asked.
"really?"

Xu Jianqiang said:
"Of course, although we are from the same school, there are still quite a few schools of traditional Chinese medicine in Lingnan, and this has been the case from ancient times to the present."

Fang Yan smiled and nodded, saying:

“Okay, last time I went to Guangzhou I didn’t have time to see too many styles, now it’s a good time to experience them.”

Xie Chunrong and Chen Wenwei, who were standing nearby, were secretly amused. They knew all too well how quickly dialects were learned and how well they could be memorized. They could remember what they had seen immediately, understand its meaning quickly, and then use it.

The things the Japanese brought back were shown to the dialect speaker for a short while, and he was able to understand and reconstruct the contents directly.

Wang Yuchuan told them this himself.

Such incredible talent is like a black hole of knowledge, absorbing as much as it comes in.

This is where things get interesting!

They thought to themselves.

Soon, the patients who came for today's treatment arrived.

The person who brought them here today was a staff member from the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office. Director Liao did not come. Director Liao has been quite busy lately, mainly dealing with Huang Qiming and He You's family because they wanted to obtain the secret recipe from Fang Yan and were caught in a media storm.

It is obvious that after receiving some information, the foreign side guessed that something had happened in China, so they immediately began to exert pressure through public opinion. However, the Chinese side had already prepared a press release, accusing the other side of planting spies and corrupting and bribing relevant personnel who had previously gone to the UK for exchanges.

I hear it's all very lively now, but the fate of Huang Qiming and He You's family remains unchanged. They'll only be able to change things if they make some significant contribution.

Returning to the patients we saw today, the first patient was a 30-year-old woman.

He is an overseas Chinese businessman who returned from Canada.

As soon as she entered the room, she said to Fang Yan:

"Dr. Fang, my illness is not visible in the summer. It will only become apparent in the winter or after soaking in ice water."

"I specifically asked for a bucket of ice water at the restaurant to bring with me this time, just to show you the symptoms of my illness."

This opening left a group of doctors in Guangzhou completely bewildered.

Is this how doctors are treated?
Bringing a bucket of ice water in the middle of summer? That's something you'd never see in Guangzhou.

Even in winter, it's never cold enough for ice to form there.

Next, Ms. Xu, who had returned from Canada, brought over a bucket of ice water, lifted her skirt, and put her right leg into the bucket.

In less than a few seconds, everyone saw that bluish-purple patches appeared on Ms. Xu's legs, and they began to spread slowly, like a net.

Then she took her feet out of the bucket and showed them to Fang Yan:
"Dr. Fang, this is what it looks like. My legs turn into this shape every winter in Canada."

Fang Yan asked her:
"Around when did it start?"

Ms. Xu spoke in dialect:

“For several years, I have been to hospitals in Canada and the United States. After their examinations, they ruled out connective tissue diseases, blood diseases, and chronic infectious diseases. They said that my condition might be a genetic problem and suggested that I go to some university for further examination. I originally wanted to go, but later I heard from a friend that in this situation, there is a high probability that I was just paying someone to be used as research material, so I didn’t go.”

"Later I planned to move my business to a warmer place, like Hawaii or something, but business was tough. Hawaii was my unlucky place, and I lost a lot of money. In the end I had no choice but to go back to Canada."

"Then I heard your story, so I chose to believe in the wisdom of our Chinese ancestors and flew back to have you take a look at me, Dr. Fang. Everyone says there's no illness you can't cure..."

Fang Yan nodded after hearing this, then thought for a moment and asked her:

Will this happen if your hands get wet with ice water?

Ms. Xu said:
"It won't appear on your hands, it will only appear on your legs. I can show you if you don't believe me."

As she was about to put her hand into the bucket of ice water, Fang Yan quickly stopped her:
"no, I'm fine."

Ms. Xu then gave up on this action.

Fang Yan then asked her:
"Are there any other symptoms on your legs besides these patches? Such as pain or numbness?"

Ms. Xu nodded:
"Yes, my feet hurt and my back aches."

He pressed on in dialect:
"Does the leg and back pain only occur when these symptoms appear, or is it always there?"

Ms. Xu said:
"It will only appear when this symptom occurs."

Fang Yan recorded all of this information.

Next, address the patient:

"Stick your tongue out so I can see it."

The patient stuck out his tongue, which appeared red with bruises along the edges. The tongue coating was thin and sparse, with some peeling in the center.

Next, Fang Yan took the patient's pulse and found it to be a thin pulse.

Once Fang Yan released the patient's right hand, Ms. Xu quickly asked:
"Dr. Fang, can you tell what the problem is?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"In traditional Chinese medicine, your condition falls under the category of blood disorders, and in some places it is commonly known as fishnet spots or marble marks."

"Generally speaking, this disease is only recorded in cold northern regions. It will naturally recover when you go to a warmer place. The main reason, according to most ancient Chinese medicine practitioners, is that the patient is inherently weak, which is a congenital problem. The body is not as strong as normal people, the body's defenses are not tight, wind and cold enter the meridians, the Ying and Wei are out of balance, and the Qi and blood are not flowing smoothly, which will lead to this condition."

"This disease is described in the Qing Dynasty medical book 'Corrections of Errors in Medical Classics'."

"According to the theory of Qi and blood in traditional Chinese medicine, Qi is the commander of blood, and when Qi flows, blood flows. Furthermore, the spleen and stomach are the source of Qi and blood production. The abundance of Qi and blood in the body depends entirely on the healthy function of the spleen and stomach. Therefore, the treatment should start with strengthening the spleen and replenishing Qi, and promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."

Ms. Xu asked with concern:

Is it easy to cure?

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"It's easy to cure. I'll give you a prescription. Take it home and brew the medicine according to the prescription. Drink it for about half a month, and you should get better."

"No need to be hospitalized?" Ms. Xu asked.

Shaking his head in dialect:

"No need, it's nothing serious."

Next, the dialect began to explain the recipe, which included:
生黄芪30g、太子参30g、沙参15g、牛膝9g、鸡血藤12g、桃仁12g、红花9g、泽兰12g、地龙12g、川芎9g、陈皮9g、白术15g、姜半夏9g、当归15g、红枣20g、生甘草6g、杜仲15g、桂枝9g、仙灵脾15g、木瓜12g、丝瓜络9g。

At first glance, this prescription seems to contain a lot of herbs, but after careful examination, it is found that although there are many herbs, none of them are superfluous. They can be summarized as invigorating qi and strengthening the body, promoting blood circulation and unblocking the meridians, strengthening the spleen and eliminating dampness, warming the kidneys and strengthening the muscles, and even nourishing yin.

After writing it down, Fang Yan had someone take them to the pharmacy to get the medicine. The patient left Fang Yan with a pure silver deer statue and then left happily.

They were among the later arrivals. After hearing from so many people who had received treatment from Fang Yan, she found that they were all quite satisfied. In addition, Fang Yan said that her problem was minor and did not require hospitalization, which made the patients even happier.

This is a time of double happiness.

After seeing the patient off, Fang Yan began writing her medical records.

At the same time, he said to the group of six people from Guangzhou:

"It's really unfortunate that the first patient you see today is the type you wouldn't encounter."

"It seems that the gap between the North and the South has indeed become apparent."

What surprised them even more was the speed at which Fang Yan treated the patient. From the moment the patient came in until now, it hadn't taken much time at all; they hadn't even sensed any pauses in Fang Yan's thinking.

The problem was resolved in a very fluent dialect without any pauses.

They even explained the reasons clearly.

Li Hui praised the dialect:
"Dr. Fang is indeed knowledgeable and has a remarkable memory. This is evident in his treatment. You can connect the patient's condition with medical records in ancient books. Not everyone can do this, nor can everyone connect the symptoms with the contents of ancient books so quickly."

Fang Yan remembered that Li Hui was Professor Zhao Sijing's apprentice. She had a sweet tongue; while everyone else was still hesitating, she had already begun to express her opinion. It was the same just now.

She was the one who took the lead and guided all the classmates who came with her.

People with a sweet tongue always give a better first impression. Although in many cases, it is more comfortable to get along with those who are not good at speaking, it is undeniable that those with a sweet tongue are the ones who are initially liked.

They always get better resources first.

Compared to Yang Jingxiang at the beginning, Fang Yan's decision not to make things difficult for Yang Jingxiang is already a sign of his high character.

Fang Yan exchanged a few polite words with her before calling in the second patient of the day.

This is an elderly woman in her eighties.

She originally came back to treat her diabetes, but while waiting for treatment, she burned the instep of her left foot, and a blister with a diameter of two centimeters appeared. After treatment, the blister has now ruptured on its own and formed a black scab. This would not have been a big deal, but since she has had diabetes for more than 20 years, things started to go in a bad direction.

The skin around the black scabs began to swell and turn red, then spread to the entire instep of her left foot, which is now dark red and has a rotten smell.

The examination revealed that in addition to discoloration of the skin on the instep, the skin temperature on the instep was also very high. The old lady said it hurt when she touched it, and the pulse on the instep felt very weak.

Of course, she also has the main symptoms of diabetes, also known as thirst disease. She usually has obvious thirst, frequent urination, and can eat and sleep well.

This is actually a very typical case of diabetic gangrene.

The examiner examined the patient's tongue coating and pulse; the tongue was red with little coating, and the pulse was deep and thready.

The diagnosis is: deficiency of both Qi and Yin, with phlegm and blood stasis obstructing the flow.

Treatment requires tonifying Qi and nourishing Yin, promoting blood circulation and clearing the meridians, eliminating phlegm and turbidity, and addressing both internal and external factors.

To be honest, it's really rare to encounter a case of diabetes progressing to gangrene in dialects.

This is the first time I've encountered such a serious case in an elderly person.

She originally came back just to treat her diabetes, but now, more importantly, the treatment for gangrene has saved her foot.

Therefore, it not only tests his ability to prescribe internal remedies, but also his ability to treat external ailments. In addition, it also tests his traditional Chinese medicine surgical skills in clearing away necrotic tissue.

Professor Huang Yaoshen, who is the director of the Department of Surgery at Guangzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and his two students, Xu Jianqiang and Zhou Huiwen, are both present today.

Fang Yan bent down to examine the old woman's instep carefully, his fingertips gently avoiding the scabs. When he touched the surrounding red and swollen skin, the old woman couldn't help but hiss, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

He gestured for Chen Wenwei to bring over the sterilized probe, and then carefully peeled back the edges of the scab.

A foul-smelling, sticky fluid slowly seeped out, and the wound was dark purple deep inside, with necrotic fascia faintly visible.

The rotten smell that Fang Yan just caught must have come from here.

"Grandpa, we need to clean the rotten flesh from this wound first." Fang Yan's voice was very soft, trying to minimize the patient's mental stress.

"It will hurt a little when it's being cleaned, please bear with it."

The old woman nodded shakily and said to the dialect:

"Dr. Fang, please go ahead and treat me. I just hope you can save my foot."

Xu Jianqiang said to Li Hui, who looked on with curiosity:

"The key to diabetic gangrene is 'unblocking,' which means unblocking both qi and blood, as well as the meridians. The first step in external treatment is to remove necrotic tissue, otherwise new tissue will have difficulty growing."

"This is a very demanding step in terms of technique. My master said that there aren't many doctors in China who are good at traditional Chinese medicine surgery." After saying that, he looked at Fang Yan with a curious expression, wanting to know how he would come out.

Actually, after watching his master Jiao Shude's traditional Chinese medicine surgery, Fang Yan had been practicing on his own. Although the system had enhanced his experience, he hadn't had the chance to perform surgery on a real person yet. (See Chapters 1074 and 1075)
"Bring me the surgical tools from the inpatient ward," Fang Yan said to Chen Wenwei.

Chen Wenwei, of course, knew what the dialect meant, nodded, and immediately ran off.

During this time, Fang Yan began to make preparations and at the same time comforted the patient.

Seeing this, Xu Jianqiang and Zhou Huiwen both came over and asked Fang Yan:
"What is Dr. Fang's experience in traditional Chinese medicine surgery?"

He said in dialect:

"I've studied it, but I don't use it often, so I'm definitely not as good as Professor Huang."

"However, I believe I can handle this kind of superficial surgery without any problems."

The reason it is said to be uncommon is because it can indeed be found that he has basically never performed any traditional Chinese medicine surgery. If we have to count it, when he was learning from Luo Youming, the old lady of Shuangqiao, he performed bone setting and some broken bone repairs, which also fall under the category of traditional Chinese medicine surgery.

Hearing Fang Yan say this, Xu Jianqiang and Zhou Huiwen exchanged a glance, knowing that Fang Yan was probably not very confident in this area. So, they decided to show off their skills to him and asked:
“Then we fellow disciples can lend a hand.”

They didn't say they would directly take over Fang Yan's work, which would be impolite. They said they were there to assist, and if Fang Yan had any difficulties, they could step in and help, so Fang Yan wouldn't feel awkward.

The two of them took the opportunity to show off.

Being able to stand out in front of dialects is not a frequent opportunity.

Mike Chen shared the same thought, saying:
"Dr. Fang, I also studied Western medicine, so there should be some commonalities between it and traditional Chinese medicine surgery. Let me help out."

Fang Yan isn't stupid; he can tell what these people are thinking just by looking at them.

It seems that my surgical record is unverifiable, and it has now become a weakness in the eyes of others.

Fang Yan laughed when he heard this and said:

"I was originally planning to call a few assistants, but now that everyone has volunteered to help, I won't stand on ceremony. I'll trouble you all to help me out later."

After saying that, he turned to the old man and said:
"These two are Xu Jianqiang and Zhou Huiwen, who are students of Professor Huang Yaoshen of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine. The other one is the director of the Department of Surgery of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine. Their skills are superb. Great teachers produce great students. With their help and protection, things will definitely go smoothly later."

After saying that, he glanced at Mike Chen again and said:
"As for Dr. Chen, he came back with you, so I won't introduce him."

After this introduction, all three of them found it quite helpful.

Fang Yan made a point of introducing them, and the elderly and their families felt much more at ease after hearing it. No wonder so many people seek out Fang Yan; even his assistants have such impressive connections.

If Xu Jianqiang and Zhou Huiwen knew what the patients and their families were thinking, they probably would want to vomit blood.

However, they were quite satisfied at the moment and were just waiting for Chen Wenwei to return so they could start making their move.

A few minutes later, Chen Wenwei returned.

"I brought the things!" Chen Wenwei pushed open the door and handed the things to Fang Yan.

Chen Wenwei was holding a dark brown wooden box with fine cloud patterns engraved on its surface. It made a soft "click" sound when opened.

Everyone's gaze turned to that direction at the same time, and what they saw inside was not a Western surgical scalpel, but a row of silver instruments:
The scalpel, forceps, curette, probe, and even several silver needles of varying lengths were all polished to a shine, gleaming under the clinic lights.

“It’s very new…” Jin Wubing said from the side.

His words also served as a reminder to the others that this thing wasn't used much in dialects.

“These are…” Xu Jianqiang leaned closer to take a look and suddenly recognized one of the crescent-shaped knives. Its shape was very similar to the “Hua Tuo Jia Ji Dao” he had seen in his master Huang Yaoshen’s collection, except that the blade was thinner and the blade was engraved with very fine markings.

He didn't explain the dialect; he got this thing from his master, Jiao Shude.

He and Li Zhengji each wore a set, both of them brand new.

Fang Yan first took a small jar of black ointment, picked out a little with a bamboo stick, rubbed it in his palm, and a faint scent of frankincense mixed with the aroma of myrrh spread out.

Fang Yan said to the three people who came to help:
"This is 'black cloth ointment.' First, apply it around the red and swollen area to protect the healthy skin."

Next, everyone watched as his fingers deftly spread the ointment into a neat circle, the edges so precise it looked as if it had been measured with a ruler. This single act was exceptionally beautiful, leaving several people stunned.

He said in dialect:

"When you're cleaning later, the areas not covered by the ointment are the rotten flesh that needs to be moved. I don't need much help. Just give me some light, wipe my sweat, and hand me some things."

Fang Yan's organized and calm demeanor made the three of them feel that he didn't seem like someone who hadn't performed many surgeries; rather, he seemed like a veteran.

Next, Fang Yan asked Chen Mike to bring an alcohol lamp, and then repeatedly heated a silver willow leaf knife over the fire. The flames licked the blade, making it even brighter.

After the blade cooled down for a moment, he took an alcohol swab and carefully wiped the blade.

After disinfection was completed, Fang Yan said to the patient:
"Grandpa, relax, I'll try to be gentle."

He gently comforted the patient while his hands continued to work. When the patient nodded, he gently spread the skin around the incision with his left thumb and forefinger, while holding a scalpel in his right hand, the blade cutting diagonally into the edge of the scab.

Everyone noticed that he didn't cut straight up and down, but rather peeled away the necrotic tissue layer by layer, following the skin's texture at an almost parallel angle, like peeling an onion.

When the tip of the knife touched the healthy flesh, he paused slightly with his wrist, then used the bluntest side of the blade to skillfully separate the rotten flesh from the normal tissue.

Zhou Huiwen couldn't help but interject, "Professor Huang often uses the 'suppression method' to treat this type of wound, first softening the necrotic tissue before peeling it off. What you're doing is..."

"The old man has weak blood and qi, and can't wait any longer." Fang Yan had already picked up the scalpel with markings. Perhaps it was because of the light, but the blade seemed to be invisible under the flickering light.

“For superficial necrosis, the ‘tendon-picking method’ is faster,” Fang Yan said.

Before he finished speaking, his wrist began to move. The blade dipped slightly, and the tip landed precisely on the boundary between the rotten flesh and normal tissue. With just a light flick, a small piece of dark purple rotten flesh was lifted up, and surprisingly, not much blood seeped out.

Xu Jianqiang's pupils contracted slightly. He knew that Fang Yan's technique looked light and easy, but in reality, it required extremely high control over the force.

The rotting flesh is like rotten cotton wool; if you pull too hard, it will pull out healthy tissue, but if you pull too lightly, it won't tear cleanly. In this particular instance, the force is precisely at the moment of "separation without complete detachment."

However, the dark purple fascia deep in the wound was the most tightly adhered, so Fang Yan switched to a smaller crescent blade. The tip of the blade, like an embroidery needle, pried open the edge of the fascia, while the other hand used tweezers to gently lift it.

Xu Jianqiang was a little confused; he didn't seem to have seen any of these tools related to dialects before.

As the knife fell and the rotting flesh sloughed off, a dark red liquid with a foul odor gushed out. He immediately pressed the wound with gauze soaked in a solution of cork tree bark to stop the bleeding, and at the same time gave the order:
"Hand over the gauze with the comfrey oil that you prepared earlier."

Those who were helping were initially engrossed, but upon hearing the instructions, they became somewhat flustered.

After finding him, Fang Yan continued to treat the wound, and then began the next steps.

Fang Yan's technique differs from his master Huang Yaoshen's "nibbling method." Professor Huang emphasizes "blunt separation," while Fang Yan's knife, though seemingly sharp, actually stops precisely at the critical point between "corruption and life" with each cut, avoiding blood vessels and nerves.

Especially when dealing with necrotic fascia, he can use the tip of a knife to sever the adhered fibers without damaging the tiny arteries that are faintly visible underneath. This skill of "separating tendons and breaking rotten tissue" even made the two people who were used to Professor Huang's surgeries secretly amazed.

What was even more surprising was the way he used the pliers.

While others use pliers to clamp, he uses them like a paintbrush, the tips of the pliers moving along the fascia texture. When he encounters areas with tight adhesions, he uses a scraper to scrape at several angles, his movements as light as if he were brushing away dust.

In just a moment, the foul-smelling clump of rotten flesh at the center of the wound was cleared away, revealing pale red granulation tissue underneath. Even the old woman, who had been tense the whole time, breathed a sigh of relief.

"It doesn't hurt...it really doesn't hurt..."

Chen Mike had intended to take this opportunity to demonstrate the standard procedures of Western medicine debridement, but he was stunned by what he saw.

He originally thought that traditional Chinese medicine surgery relied only on ointments, but he did not expect that the instruments were used so meticulously. In particular, when Fang Yan used a probe to check the depth from time to time, the thin silver needle seemed to have eyes and could always avoid tiny blood vessels. This was a feeling that Western medical anatomy could not fully explain.

"Alright." Fang Yan put down the instruments and gently covered the wound with gauze soaked in comfrey oil.

"The necrotic tissue in diabetic gangrene is like rotten cotton wool. Digging it out forcefully will damage the body's vital energy. It needs to be cleaned thoroughly." As he spoke, he used tweezers to pick out a piece of dark purple necrotic tissue the size of a pigeon egg. Fresh, light red granulation tissue was visible on the wound, and the bleeding was much less than expected.

He spoke to the patient in a dialect:
"Change the dressing once a day. First, wash it with honeysuckle water, then apply the muscle-regenerating ointment."

He turned to look at Xu Jianqiang, smiling as he handed him the crescent-shaped knife.

"Professor Huang's 'nibbling away at decay' method emphasizes 'gradual attack,' while I've taken a shortcut and used the 'quick clearing' approach. What do you think?"

Xu Jianqiang took the knife, his fingertips touching the cold metal. Suddenly, he realized that Fang Yan wasn't unsure at all; he had deliberately shown off his "speed against slowness" skill.

This method may seem different from Professor Huang's approach, but the core principle is the same: "protecting the body's vital energy and eliminating pathogens." It's just that the method has been adapted to the patient's constitution.

He was about to say something when he saw Fang Yan pick up a pen and paper and write out a prescription for internal treatment.

Zhou Huiwen nudged Xu Jianqiang's arm, and the two exchanged a glance, both seeing the same expression in each other's eyes. They had originally wanted to show off their skills in front of the experts, but unexpectedly, they had become witnesses to the other party's "practical application of knowledge".

Li Hui, who was watching closely from the side, couldn't help but whisper to Lin Xueling, "Dr. Fang doesn't seem like a novice."

Lin Xueling nodded:
"really."

This made Xu Jianqiang and Zhou Huiwen, who were standing to the side, feel somewhat awkward. It seemed like the comment was directed at them, but it also seemed like it wasn't directed at them at all.

Now they're in no mood to look at the prescriptions written in dialect.

After Fang Yan prescribed the internal and external medicines, the old woman was helped down to be admitted to the hospital.

Before leaving, he gave Fang Yan a large red envelope.

While Fang Yan was tidying up the equipment, he called Chen Wenwei to distribute the items to everyone.

These unique rituals in the local dialect left several people completely bewildered.

Fang Yan said to them:

"Everyone who sees it gets a share, and many people helped just now."

"That's how it is here."

"Isn't this a bad idea?" Xu Jianqiang looked at the foreign exchange being handed to him, feeling a little embarrassed, but he was still hesitant to accept it.

As a result, Chen Wenwei stuffed it directly into his pocket and said:
"This was approved by the higher-ups, and the allocation will be done according to Director Fang's wishes."

Xu Jianqiang and everyone else received foreign exchange, including Jin Wubing and Chen Mike who were standing nearby.

Nobody ever thinks they have too much money, Zhou Huiwen finally couldn't help but say:
"Dr. Fang, that 'tendon-picking technique' just now..."

Fang Yan looked up and smiled: "It was derived from the 'Distinguishing Between Knife and Needle' chapter in 'Orthodox Surgery,' combined with your Lingnan approach of 'using medicine and knife together.' I hope you won't laugh at me."

One sentence made Zhou Hui's cheeks burn.

He suddenly realized that Fang Yan wasn't trying to "reveal his secrets," but rather to show them what a true master is.

I helped them and even got paid.

Although it's unclear whether it's because of the US dollar, those present now felt that the dialect was truly masterful...

"Alright, next one!" Fang Yan didn't dwell on the matter too much. After packing up his things, he asked someone to call in the next patient.

Just now, when he was making the cut, his system was enhanced with real combat skills. The next few cuts were all done with top-notch control. Even if Professor Huang came in person, he would have to express his admiration for Fang Yan.

The next patient is not worth mentioning. One patient had erythematous nodules and swelling on his lower leg for two years. Fang Yan once again used a combination of external and internal treatments to invigorate Yang, promote blood circulation, and eliminate dampness and toxins.

The medicine was prescribed in no time.

Nothing difficult.

Then came the last patient to come in.

As soon as this person came in, their family placed a file folder on Fangyan's table.

The patient is a 40-year-old female who has experienced progressive numbness in her right hand for the past two months. Simply put, this condition spreads from local fingers to a wider area of ​​the palm, forearm, and even upper arm, with the degree of numbness and frequency of attacks gradually increasing.

At the time, it was suspected to be an intracranial metastatic tumor abroad, but after further examination, it was found to be multiple myelin-destroying lesions in the white matter of the brain, and it was finally diagnosed as demyelinating disease (multiple sclerosis).

The current symptoms are numbness in the right hand, decreased sensation in the right arm, weakness in lifting, dizziness, irritability, insomnia, forgetfulness, and fatigue.

Currently, visual impairment has also occurred, and there has been temporary intermittent paralysis in the legs.

This is a patient who is at the back of the queue, but whose condition is more serious.

This type of brain lesion is the ultimate test of traditional Chinese medicine's ability to respond to and diagnose diseases.

Fang Yan was also surprised; after almost seeing everyone's videos, this one was so intense.

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated. An additional 2000 words have been added, and there should be more extra chapters later.

(End of this chapter)