After tearing up the scumbag man, I became a medical concubine

Chapter 32 It's Impossible

Jiang Wanming waited all afternoon until the sun was setting, but the man did not appear again.

There were no other patients, only a woman who seemed to be moving towards her when she saw the signboard, but was soon pulled away by her husband next to her.

Jiang Wanming sighed and closed the stall.

On the first day of setting up a stall to see a doctor, income: 0.

She put up such an arrogant sign in order to attract people's attention. With her strange face like a young man, it's strange that people come to see a doctor when she usually sets up a stall.

There are so many time-honored medical clinics on the street, who will come to her, an unidentified barefoot doctor, to see a doctor?

If you play an outrageous slogan, it will attract attention anyway.Patients with difficult and miscellaneous diseases usually went to various medical clinics a long time ago. Today, when they saw this strange doctor like her, he had a very confident slogan.

And intractable diseases can be generously charged for consultation fees. For ordinary minor diseases, a patient is a few taels of silver. She has to save up to [-] silver.

It's a pity that her headline party strategy doesn't seem to be working today.

Will the one and only man come...

As night fell, Jiang Wanming shook her head, turned around and left.

There are only two days left until the end of the bet.

Losing the bet with Xie Jinyun is a trivial matter, if you don't have enough money to take the picture of the piano, everything will be in vain.

Back at the palace, Xie Jinyun asked Jiang Wanming how her money was as usual, but Jiang Wanming was still stubborn: "No problem!"

Xie Jinyun had a clear smile on his face, as if he was sure of winning.

Early the next morning, Jiang Wanming went out to set up a stall as usual.

The sun was just right today, Jiang Wanming leaned on the chair, waiting lazily and bored.

Just when she was so bored that she started counting the number of pedestrians, a dusty figure came into view.

coming!

Jiang Wanming's eyes lit up, it was the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat from yesterday.

He was pushing a wheelchair, and sitting on it was a young man with a pale face and eyes closed.

The young man leaned weakly on the back of the chair, and his body was tied to the back of the chair with a rope. Jiang Wanming observed them, and felt that they were not tortured and imprisoned, but more like they were tied to prevent the patient from falling off the chair.

Doesn't this young man even have the strength to sit on a chair?

The middle-aged man in gray took off his bamboo hat, revealing a tired face with numbness in his eyes.

He looked at Jiang Wanming, pointed to the patient: "This living dead, do you dare to treat it?"

Jiang Wanming's eyes sparkled, with the excitement of being ready to meet the challenge: "Naturally. Let's talk about the patient's condition."

"This is my cousin. It's been a year since he's been limp in limbs and unable to help himself." The middle-aged man in gray said in a low voice. I have seen such a disease."

"Oh? You are also a doctor, but you can't see the problem?" Jiang Wanming raised her eyebrows and questioned.

The gray-clothed middle-aged man shook his head, and said weakly: "His appearance is intact, his pulse condition is even smoother, and there was no abnormality before the onset of the disease. I don't know what happened, but one day he suddenly became paralyzed and took some medicine. But it was of no use, and his condition continued to deteriorate day by day."

Jiang Wanming came out from behind the small stall with great interest, and carefully observed the patient in the wheelchair.

She looked up and down and found something unusual.

Jiang Wanming touched the patient's hands and feet, then looked up at the big sun in the sky.

Today's weather is not too cold, but the patient's hands and feet are cold, which is surprisingly cold.

Jiang Wanming gently pressed the patient's abdomen with her hands again, and the sensation of her hands was swollen and hard, as if something was stuck inside.She also noticed that when the abdomen was pressed, the patient frowned uncontrollably even though his eyes were closed and he did not react much.

Then squeeze other parts of the body, Jiang Wanming carefully observed the patient's expression, it seemed that no matter where the patient was pressed, the patient would frown slightly, as if his whole body was in pain.

Jiang Wanming looked closely at the patient's head, and noticed that his forehead had been oozing cold sweat, trembling slightly, but still unable to escape Jiang Wanming's eyes.

She grabbed the patient's wrist to feel the pulse, but she was stunned, the patient's meridians were completely silent, not like a living person.

Seeing her expression, the man in gray taunted her: "Is it possible that I can't detect his pulse? His pulse is so thin that you can't hear it. Young people really can't do it. If you have more than 20 years of medical experience like me, you will be fine." I can detect the pulse, which is weak but smooth and steady."

Jiang Wanming ignored him, just closed her eyes, calmed down, and focused all five senses on the patient's meridians.

Bang, boom, boom.

A steady and regular pulsation sounded in Jiang Wanming's ears, and she heard it!
The pulsation was indeed as smooth and smooth as the man in gray said, but what he didn't hear was that there would be a faint pause every half a minute.

Jiang Wanming opened her eyes and smiled knowingly: "I already know the patient's condition."

The man in gray didn't seem to believe it: "What, what did you find out?"

Jiang Wanming avoided answering, but asked him instead: "Is the patient a scholar, and was the imperial examination coming soon before he fell ill?"

The man in gray was stunned: "Exactly, how do you know?" The patient looked listless, obviously not a scholar at all.

Jiang Wanming continued to ask him without much explanation: "Does the patient have a poor appetite and a sore throat that makes it difficult to swallow? Does the patient have abdominal distension and diarrhea, and likes to eat raw and cold food? Is the patient tired and in pain?"

"Yes, yes...you are right." The disdain on the man's face gradually disappeared, and his face was full of disbelief.

"The guess is so accurate, you can't be a fool!" A voice suddenly came in from the side, shouting loudly.

Only then did the two realize that there was a circle of melon-eating crowd watching the excitement.

Great, more and more!Jiang Wanming was secretly delighted, this was the effect she wanted.

The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, so she chose a location at the entrance of a restaurant where people come and go, and put up a bold and eye-catching signboard, just for this moment.

Only by attracting more people and becoming famous can she earn 2 taels in just three days!
The man in gray blushed and refuted the booing people next to him: "What nonsense, I'm not Tuo, I don't know him at all!"

Jiang Wanming raised her hand and pressed down, suppressing the noise around her: "Everyone, please listen to me slowly, and join me in bringing this 'living dead' back to life."

"Say it!" said the yeller again.

Jiang Wanming nodded in satisfaction, then continued to look at the man in gray and said, "This patient is suffering from typhoid fever."

"You're talking nonsense! This is typhoid fever, and it's not that I haven't read medical books. This is clearly incompatible with typhoid fever!"

Jiang Wanming spoke slowly: "Don't worry, listen to me slowly."

　The medical theory part of this chapter is referred to from Yuan Dynasty Wang Haogu's "Yin Syndrome Brief Cases".

　　The content is fabricated, don't take it seriously!

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