"It's Cuicui." Doctor Yan pushed the reading glasses on his nose with his hand, then put down the small scale in his hand and walked towards us. Of course, he was walking inside the counter.

"Doctor Yan, my mother has finished taking her medicine. I'll get a few more." Cuicui was obviously very familiar with this old doctor and said with familiarity.

"Oh..." Doctor Yan nodded, then shook his head: "Cui Cui, is your mother... feeling better?"

"It's still the same, neither good nor bad." Cuicui lowered her head and said.

"Oh, it's all my fault for being old and incompetent... Cuicui, I thought about it for a long time and made some slight changes to your mother's prescription. I hope it will have some effect." Doctor Yan said and stretched out his hand: "Bring the prescription.

Are you here?" After listening to Doctor Yan's words and seeing the apology on his face, I knew that this was a good doctor who pretended to be a patient at heart.

"I brought it." Cuicui quickly took out the prescription from her arms and handed it to Doctor Yan.

Doctor Yan took the prescription and looked at it carefully in his hand. He looked very carefully, lowered his head, raised his eyes upward, and the reading glasses on his nose slipped a little. While Doctor Yan looked at it, the index finger of his other hand

Keep tapping on the counter.

This prescription was prescribed by Dr. Yan himself. Of course he was not reading the contents of the prescription. I know that he was thinking about it. Maybe he was still thinking about changing the prescription.

After looking at it for a long time, Doctor Yan finally picked up his pen and wrote a few strokes on the prescription, then slowly turned around and walked towards the medicine cabinet.

"Isn't this old guy trying to be cryptic? He still hasn't figured out his recipe for so long." The fourth child said in my ear.

"You don't understand, don't talk nonsense." I patted his head.

Cuicui reached out and took out the prescription placed on the counter and gave it to me: "Take a look."

I casually took the prescription and looked at it. In fact, there were no major changes to the prescription. I just added a few herbs that strengthen the body and strengthen the body. In fact, Dr. Yan’s prescription for Cuicui’s mother’s disease was correct, but he didn’t fix it.

We know the cause of Cuicui's mother's illness, so there is no effect. Sometimes Chinese medicine is like this. Prescribing medicines is simple, they are all ready-made prescriptions, but they are just slightly added or subtracted. The difficulty lies in seeing a doctor. Why do everyone believe it?

As for the old doctor, I just feel that the old doctor is more experienced and has seen more diseases. In this regard, Chinese medicine and Western medicine are consistent.

However, Western medicine has more examination methods, rich medical equipment, and is more intuitive. Traditional Chinese medicine is different. It relies entirely on the doctor's own ability and experience. What needs to be explained here is that it is not that my medical skills are better than Dr. Yan's, but that my medical skills are better than Dr. Yan's.

It happened that I had seen Cuicui's mother's disease, but Dr. Yan had never seen it, so the prescription he prescribed was step-by-step, and I only needed to make slight changes to get results. In fact, I also copied my treatment methods.

Doctor Yan was quick at picking up medicine. When he turned around, I was still holding the prescription to read. Doctor Yan asked, "Can you also read prescriptions?"

Of course he said this to me, so I responded politely: "I understand a little bit."

"Oh." Doctor Yan nodded and asked, "Young man, are you studying Chinese medicine?"

"This..." I didn't know how to answer. It seemed that Dr. Yan also regarded me as a medical student.

Fortunately, Doctor Yan did not ask me any more questions, but said to Cuicui: "You must take the medicine on time. Your mother's illness cannot be delayed. In a few days, I will find time to go to your house again and give your mother another medicine."

Take your pulse.”

Cuicui nodded repeatedly.

Doctor Yan quickly packed the medicines, and there were a lot of them on the counter.

Dr. Yan took another big plastic bag and started filling it with medicine. At this time, I said, "Doctor Yan, please prescribe another medicine for me." After saying that, I took the pen on the counter and pulled out a blank sheet.

Paper, with the name of the medicine written on it, and the measurement.

Doctor Yan took a look at the white paper and said, "Young man, your handwriting is good. Why are you prescribing so many crotons? Are you constipated?"

Thanks to Mr. Jinyong, almost everyone knows what the traditional Chinese medicine Croton is used for. I saw Cui Cui's face change, and then said: "This medicine is for my mother." After saying that, Cui Cui's face changed.

Cui looked at me a little embarrassed.

I know this is because Cuicui is a little worried about me, and she specifically said it because she wanted Dr. Yan to check it. After all, it is the medicine that her mother wants to take, and I don’t blame Cuicui for thinking this way.

"What!" As expected, Dr. Yan was stunned when he heard Cui Cui's words: "Cui Cui, you said this Croton is for your mother?" Dr. Yan's voice was urgent and loud, Cui Cui said.

Cui was startled.

"Yes, it's...for my mother." Cuicui glanced at me again.

"Nonsense!" Doctor Yan slapped the table. Of course there was no table here, but he slapped the counter: "Did you open the door? Or did someone else get out of the way?" What Dr. Yan said next was directed at me.

"I prescribed it." From the moment Cuicui opened her mouth, I knew that Dr. Yan would have this reaction. This was normal. It would be abnormal if Dr. Yan ignored her.

"Young man, do you know anything about Chinese medicine? Which school do you go to?" Dr. Yan's chest was rising and falling, and he was obviously very angry, but he still spoke to me patiently and his tone was restrained.

"Doctor Yan, don't be angry. I just went to Cuicui's house to check her mother's pulse. This croton is for Cuicui's mother to treat her illness." I actually didn't want to explain, and I couldn't explain it clearly. I knew Doctor Yan must be sure.

Won't believe me.

"This is Croton. Cuicui's mother is already cold and has diarrhea. How dare you give her Croton!" Dr. Yan's beard stood up in anger. He waved his hand: "

Forget it, you look like you just don’t understand anything. After studying Chinese medicine for a few days, you think you are Hua Tuo and Bian Que. You will kill people if you act like this, do you know?" Although Doctor Yan is teaching him a lesson!

I, however, was not yelling loudly, but rather seemed to hate the iron. I said, "You kids, the quintessence of our traditional Chinese medicine is ruined in the hands of younger generations like you. Tell me! Who is your teacher? He teaches you this way."

You are the one who prescribes prescriptions for others! I must teach your teacher a lesson. It is the fault of the teacher to learn but not to practice!" Dr. Yan shook his head repeatedly, feeling angry and disappointed.

I ignored Dr. Yan and asked Cuicui: "Cui Cui, do you believe me?"

Cuicui looked at me, her eyes flickering.

"Cui Cui, if your mother takes Doctor Yan's medicine, it won't be worse, but it will definitely not be better. Your mother has been taking it for more than half a year. If your mother's body continues to be tortured, you will know the consequences yourself." I worsened.

I knew that Cuicui was the key. It didn't matter if Dr. Yan didn't believe me, as long as Cuicui was willing to let me treat her.

I'm also a little upset. I still have a lot to do. Since Cuicui took the initiative to find me and I prescribed the prescription, I can't ignore it. I can't do it in my conscience. But I know that I am young and I don't have a formal official.

Most people won't believe me about my identity, which is why I usually don't take action. It's too troublesome!

Cuicui was obviously shaken: "Can my mother really eat that croton?"

I decided to use a trick: "You can eat it, you can definitely eat it. If you don't believe me, I'll make a bet with you. If you take a dose of medicine, I can make your mother drink a big bowl of porridge in two hours."

"Really!" Cuicui's eyes widened.

Cui Cui’s mother has difficulty eating. This is what Cui Cui said. I also know that it’s strange to be able to eat after having this disease for so long. Cui Cui said that her mother almost always eats liquid food, and it takes more than half an hour to feed a bowl of porridge.

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"Cui Cui, don't listen to him, he is killing people, you can't afford anything if something happens!" Doctor Yan said loudly.

"I promise nothing will happen. If you don't believe me anymore, then I will leave. You can take care of your mother's illness yourself." I continued to put pressure on Cuicui.

"Just believe it, the third child is really capable." The fourth child also advised Cuicui.

"Okay..." Cuicui finally relaxed.

"You can't agree, I can't agree, what are you kids going to do?" Dr. Yan was anxious, and rushed out from the counter in a few steps, pulling Cuicui and saying.

"Dr. Yan, let me ask you, you said I can't do it, but what about you? I have been taking your medicine for half a year, but there is no improvement at all. Who do you have to say that I can't do it!" I really don't want to be like this, Yan

The doctor is a good doctor, but I don’t want to pick mushrooms here with Doctor Yan.

Doctor Yan's hand suddenly loosened up, and his lips began to tremble: "I...I...am, old and incompetent."

I couldn't bear to see Dr. Yan like this anymore: "Doctor Yan, believe me. I have seen Cuicui's mother's disease cured by using croton. If you still don't believe it, just follow us and she will be cured."

I'm responsible for everything!" I gritted my teeth and said something harsh.

Cuicui also said at this time: "Doctor Yan, I believe in him."

Doctor Yan finally compromised. The patient's family members spoke out, and there was nothing he could do.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll go with you and see how you behave. You kid is not sensible. I don't believe your father is not sensible either." Doctor Yan seems to have placed his hope on Cuicui's father.

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Dr. Yan still took the croton according to my dosage, but when he was taking the medicine, his hands kept shaking. He must have been very angry.

"Here, here you go, Cuicui, let me make it clear first, Lao Chan did not prescribe this prescription. If there is anything wrong with your mother taking the medicine, it has nothing to do with Lao Chan." Doctor Yan said to Croton bitterly.

Put it into a plastic bag and say.

Cuicui lowered her head guiltily, and I picked up the plastic bag and said, "Let's go."

"Wait for me!" Doctor Yan rushed out hurriedly, lifting his beard and saying, "I'll go with you."

Doctor Yan didn't even close the door of the drug store, he just said hello to a few old men at the door, and then followed us towards Cuicui's house.

The four of us quickly returned to Cuicui's house.

As soon as we entered the door, Cuicui's father was sitting in the living room. Doctor Yan seemed to have found an organization. He took Cuicui's father's hand and told her about Cuicui's ignorance.

"San'er, this matter is not easy to handle. If Cuicui's father doesn't believe you, we will be blind." The fourth child said a little worried.

I just looked at Cuicui.

Cuicui pulled my arm and led the fourth child and me into the kitchen.

"Since I choose to believe you, I will believe you. I'll go talk to my dad." Cuicui said simply. I think she was also betting. After all, her mother's situation was obvious, and she had no good solution.
Chapter completed!