Chapter 116: You Misdiagnosed

On the first floor of Xinglinju, two diagnostic tables were set up; on one side was Chen Yu, and on the other was Zhao Lao.

But the awkward part was that a long line had formed on Zhao Lao's side, while Chen Yu's side was completely empty, with not a single person there.

This could not be blamed on these people; after all, Chen Yu looked young, and in Traditional Chinese Medicine, the older one is, the more sought-after they are, because many experiences cannot be taught and require years of accumulation.

Therefore, everyone did not trust Chen Yu.

"Everyone, please spread out to that side; this young man's medical skills are quite good, even above mine." Seeing more and more people, Zhao Lao set down the brush in his hand.

But even after he called out a few times, absolutely no one went over.

Chen Yu was caught between laughter and tears; he called out to a middle-aged woman, "Auntie, come over to my side; the line over there will take a long time."

"Who are you calling Auntie? I'm not even fifty yet; at over forty, I'm still as beautiful as a flower, and you call me Auntie?" That woman instantly bristled, and she turned her head to call out in displeasure.

"Apologies, I'm sorry." Chen Yu quickly apologized: "Big sister, my medical skills are very good."

"No hair on your lips, no stability in your work." The woman rolled her eyes at Chen Yu and continued to wait in line.

Chen Yu was speechless; it seemed he had to show a bit of his skill. He glanced at a young man who looked gaunt and in poor spirits, then walked up and said, "Brother, here for a check-up?"

"Not looking, just watching the excitement." The young man took one look at Chen Yu; no matter how he looked at him, he felt Chen Yu was like a medical tout, so he shook his head directly.

"Your illness doesn't need a check-up; it's Kidney Yin Deficiency. Go back, take some Six-Flavor Rehmannia Pills, and you'll be better in a week," Chen Yu smiled and said.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm still a college student; I'm not married and don't have a girlfriend, so how could I have kidney deficiency?" The young man was stunned, then said angrily.

"Concealing an illness to avoid treatment is a major taboo." Chen Yu said seriously: "Besides, your condition belongs to insufficient Kidney Qi and a hollowed-out Kidney Yin. Remember, a little self-pleasure is fine, but too much will make you vanish into thin air."

"Ah, what are you saying? You—you are ruining my reputation!" The young man was shocked.

"Even if you went to see Zhao Lao, the result would be the same. And there is a technique to this: men use the left, women use the right. If you really can't help it in the future, use your left hand; the right hand belongs to Yin and is bad for your body," Chen Yu said.

"You—how did you know I use my right hand?" The young man was dumbfounded.

"Observation of Qi." Chen Yu tore off a piece of paper and wrote down a prescription: "You haven't even married or found a girlfriend yet; if you keep going like this, you'll be ruined. Yin-Yang theory says that isolated Yin does not grow and solitary Yang does not arise; the two sexes emphasize the harmony of Yin and Yang. Find a girlfriend as soon as possible and stop being single."

"I'm ugly, I can't find a girlfriend." Chen Yu had touched upon the young man's sore spot; he pointed at the acne all over his face and said with a mournful face: "With this appearance of mine, how can I find one?"

"This of yours belongs to the condition of Yin-Yang Imbalance. Go back, decoct this prescription in water, and you will be healed in three days." Chen Yu tore off the prescription and handed it to him.

"Really? Thank you so much!" The young man was overjoyed; he took Chen Yu's prescription, bowed repeatedly, and then left in high spirits.

"This young friend's medical skills seem quite good. Young man, you knew his illness without even taking his pulse?" An old man on the side coughed, saying breathlessly.

"Of course. Old sir, you've been coughing for months, right? When it's severe, you even cough up blood, and you haven't been able to get it cured despite seeking help from many sources?" Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"Yes, yes, young man, what is the situation with my illness?" The old man gasped: "I've been to the hospital and stayed in the ward, but it never got better."

"If I'm not mistaken, the hospital diagnosed it as bronchitis, right?" Chen Yu smiled: "Have you seen a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"If he had gone to see a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he would have been cured long ago." Just at this moment, Zhou Hongru's voice came over: "Old friend, why don't you go to our Mingshun Medical Hall? We at Mingshun Medical Hall will treat you for free."

Chen Yu turned his head to look; Zhou Hongru was still on the side and hadn't left, and several of his disciples were handing out flyers.

"Not just you; now, as long as you go to our Mingshun Medical Hall to get medicine, you get a fifty percent discount." Zhou Hongru said loudly: "If any fellow villagers are interested, you can go get a number now."

This guy Zhou Hongru was deliberately causing trouble. With this shout of his, another dozen or so people immediately ran over to his disciples to register and get a number.

"Zhou Lao, this isn't appropriate, is it?" Zhao Anran said angrily: "You are doing this on purpose to cause trouble."

"Haha, the great road leads to the sky, each walks on one side. You see your patients, I see mine; we don't interfere with each other." Zhou Hongru sneered, then said to the coughing old man: "Old friend, go ahead. Our Mingshun Medical Hall has such a loud reputation; if you go there, it's guaranteed to be cured."

"Go to hell." The old man did not appreciate Zhou Hongru's favor; he said angrily: "It's not like I haven't been there before. The money for the consultation was more expensive than going to a big hospital, and the medicine I got had no effect at all."

"You—who did you see for the diagnosis?" Zhou Hongru was taken aback, his expression somewhat awkward.

"It was using your number; you were the one who saw me. I bought it from a scalper, spent over a thousand, and it was useless." The more the old man spoke, the angrier he became.

"Come, come, let me diagnose you again." Zhou Hongru couldn't save face; he couldn't just smash his own signboard.

"No need. If I'm not mistaken, the symptoms you diagnosed for the old gentleman last time were External Wind-Cold Syndrome, using San'ao Decoction to dispel wind and cold, resolve phlegm, and stop coughing, right?" Chen Yu smiled.

"Is there a problem? Even if I diagnose his symptoms again, it is still External Wind-Cold Syndrome, and it is accompanied by signs of pertussis; there is no problem at all with using San'ao Decoction." Zhou Hongru said angrily: "My Zhou Family is an Aristocratic Family of Traditional Chinese Medicine, with a heritage of a hundred years. Could I possibly have misdiagnosed it?"

"Sorry, you actually did misdiagnose it." Chen Yu smiled and wrote down a prescription: "Old sir, take this medicinal herb, go home and pair it with chrysanthemum and goji berries, drink ten cups a day in a thermos, and you won't be coughing in three days."

"Ah, is this true?" The old man looked at Chen Yu with some doubt, not quite believing it.

"Haha, I really didn't know that coughing had any connection to chrysanthemum and goji berries." Zhou Hongru laughed: "Simply a quack."

"That's right, how can a cough be treated with chrysanthemum?" The old man also didn't quite believe it.

"Do you smoke and drink constantly?" Chen Yu asked.

"This... yes." The old man nodded.

"That's it. It's definitely unrealistic to tell you to quit smoking and drinking, so use goji berry water to fill your stomach every day, and then use this medicinal herb as a guide. I guarantee that after three days, you will feel nauseous when you smell alcohol and smoke. Once you quit smoking and drinking, the cough will be cured without treatment."

"So that's how it is." The old man suddenly realized; he nodded repeatedly and said: "I've been smoking and drinking for decades; it's time to quit. Thank you, young man, I'll go back and try it."

"You're welcome." Chen Yu smiled: "If it doesn't work, come find me, and I will kneel in public to apologize."

"Good." The old man nodded; he took the prescription and left. Before leaving, he gave a huff and looked at Zhou Hongru: "Quack, only knows how to make money."

"You..." Zhou Hongru was flushed with anger, but he had no way to deal with it.

"Help, help quickly!" A panicked sound came from the crowd waiting in line.

Chen Yu, Zhao Anran, and Zhao Lao hurried over to check the situation, only to see a couple of migrant workers running over in a panic, holding a child. The child was five or six years old and had already fallen into a coma; the clothes the child's father used to wrap the wound were covered in fresh blood.