"Look at you, fifty-something, saying these things. I can't feel a pulse, so who knows?"

Shen Xuanqing glanced at his somewhat immature son with a look of irritation.

Luckily, he didn't end up studying Chinese medicine and becoming a veterinarian.

Otherwise, he figured he'd be so aggravated he'd lose ten years of his life.

"Isn't Chinese medicine all about observing, listening, asking questions, and feeling the pulse? Didn't you say a skilled practitioner doesn't need to feel the pulse to diagnose the illness..."

Shen Changming was all over the place.

The old man was just messing with him.

The other party had said they could identify illnesses without touching a pulse.

"Indeed, in our Chinese medicine training, just by observing, listening, and occasionally asking questions or feeling the pulse, one can make a basic judgment. But I haven't even had the chance to ask, and besides, on this live stream, the complexion looks as pale as a scraped pigskin. How could I tell anything from that!"

Shen Xuanqing started to rant.

Although he's past eighty.

He's not out of touch with the times.

In fact, he's pretty adept at everything.

Because he believes living in this era without enjoying the conveniences it brings is basically a wasted life.

But about online diagnoses.

Especially these live streams, he just shakes his head silently.

"Uh uh uh... So, Dad, do you at least know why the skin is tingling? And why one wakes up around two or three in the morning?"

Actually, Shen Changming wanted to say.

Lingchuan's live stream isn't that bad.

There's no excessive beauty filters.

You should check out a female streamer's live room; those beauty filters are like a wall freshly plastered.

In that sense, he was indeed making it hard for the old man just now.

Observe, listen, ask, and feel.

Observe, slightly beautified.

Listen, can't perceive any Qi.

Ask, doesn't seem to get relevant questions.

Feel, can't feel the pulse from afar.

So even for an excellent Chinese medicine practitioner, it's normal to be at a loss in this situation.

He was just curious.

Based on these symptoms described so far.

Can any illness be roughly diagnosed?

"Generally speaking, pain like needle stabbing or knife cutting, aggravated at night, mostly indicates a symptom of blood stasis. The main distinguishing points include a dark facial complexion, scaly skin, purplish lips or nails, or subcutaneous hematoma, or tiny thread-like veins on the skin."

Shen Xuanqing said slowly.

With stagnant blood and blocked vessels, Qi stagnates, and when it doesn't flow, it hurts; hence the severe pain, like needle stabbing or knife cutting, in a fixed position.

But you can't diagnose someone from afar; further judgment must be made.

Chinese medicine's use of herbs is different from Western medicine.

If used incorrectly.

The result is like going south when you mean to go north.

Now, Chinese medicine diagnosing online, he just thinks is messing around.

Especially nowadays, some Chinese medicine practitioners.

Prescribe a few doses of traditional medicine plus some antibiotics.

Then what's the point of the prescribed traditional medicine?

So, you see.

Shen Xuanqing feels Chinese medicine's heritage is already on shaky ground.

Of course.

He doesn't blame the young people today, after all, society is just too restless.

"Oh oh, so what's with suddenly waking up in the middle of the night?"

The reason Shen Changming didn't want to study Chinese medicine was because he found it overly convoluted since he was a kid.

Look at this language; it's like reading classical Chinese.

Just listening makes his head hurt.

"There are many kinds of insomnia, with multiple symptomatic types."

"For example, liver fire disturbing the heart syndrome, treated with liver regulation, heat clearing, and calming the mind."

"Or phlegm-heat disturbing the heart syndrome, treated with clearing phlegm-heat, harmonizing the middle, and calming the mind."

"Or deficiency of both the heart and spleen, treated by nourishing the heart and spleen, replenishing blood, and calming the mind."

"Similarly, heart-kidney miscommunication syndrome can be treated by nourishing yin and reducing fire, ensuring mutual communication between the heart and kidney."

"As for deficiency of the heart and gallbladder Qi, it will be treated by aiding Qi, calming fears, and settling the mind."

...

Shen Xuanqing started speaking.

"So basically, there's a problem inside?"

Even though he's a leading veterinarian in the country now, different fields are like separate worlds. It's like listening to Chinese medicine sayings leaves him speechless.

It's like a tortuous search for differences within words.

"You can put it simply like that, but your student's questions were too shallow, lacking any definitive information. These two interconnected symptoms are too numerous; I am rather concerned about potential misdiagnosis with this audience reaching nearly 140,000. The impact of a misdiagnosis could be significant."

Shen Xuanqing spoke slowly.

The other person's temperament seems to have always been like this.

Unhurried and relaxed.

At this very moment, Shen Changming's gaze also fixed upon the live broadcast on the TV screen.

The old man's vision wasn't great, so he cast it onto the TV.

Hoping this kid doesn't misdiagnose.

Even though he hasn't misdiagnosed before, a single incident of misdiagnosis can have huge repercussions.

In the camera.

Was Zhou Shuangshuang, stunned for quite a while, finally reacting.

"Ah! Dr. Zhang, are you joking? My mom's not doing okay at the county hospital, so she needs to go to the city hospital?!"

She was asking, looking completely bewildered.

"Dr. Zhang, I'm Meihong's husband. What's happening with my wife?"

The balding guy had just rushed to the scene.

Only to hear that the county hospital probably wasn't sufficient, and she must be sent to the city hospital.

That frightened his heart to a stop.

His wife was fine.

Moreover, she succeeded in losing weight.

She was no longer the fattest person in Sanshui Village.

She had become much more confident.

He sincerely felt happy for her.

"Yeah, Dr. Zhang, I don't seem to have any illness, right?"

Hu Meihong kept looking at Dr. Zhang after hearing his words.

Wondering if he was joking with her.

But he continuously had his brows furrowed.

His eyes remained bright and somewhat solemn.

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