My Waste Husband novel Chapter 689

Several doctors immediately laid their eyes on the young man who was running over.

"What's wrong? Calm down." Lewis said.

The young doctor who ran over pointed to the side with a look of anxiety and said, "There are too many people over there to ask for consultation. Doctor Ding can't manage to check all of them. Hurry up and go have a look."

Hearing this, Lewis immediately raised his foot. "Let's go and have a look."

"Asking for consultation?" Henry was puzzled.

President Ma said to Henry, "Magical doctor, I'll explain to you while walking."

The group headed in the direction of the clinic.

President Ma told Henry on the way to the hospital that the international medicine exchange was held in several places. In addition to President Ma and other people, there were also many other doctors who were engaged in other projects.

President Ma was talking about exchanging ideas, but everyone understood that this was a competition.

"Doctor Ding graduated from the best traditional Chinese medical institution in China. This time, the clinic is divided into two consulting rooms of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine. Each room has one doctor for consultation."

When President Ma finished his words, they had already arrived at the clinic.

The clinic was very large. At the moment, there were two tables in the hall. On each table, there were a man and a woman, who were both in their twenties, sitting together. They were very young.

Among them, the male doctor with a Western face wore a listening device. His facial features were angular and he was very handsome. He was a typical western handsome man. In front of him, there were about a dozen people in line.

At another table sat a female doctor with a Chinese face. She had beautiful facial features and long hair. Sitting there, she gave people a sense of calmness. In front of the female doctor, there were nearly 30 people in a queue, waiting for the consultation.

The female doctor put her hand on the patient's pulse. First, she felt the patient's

pulse for a minute. Then she looked at the patient's body and gave him a prescription.

Behind the two consulting doctors stood several assistants who were responsible for filling the patient's prescriptions.

"President Ma, it seems that there are more people willing to see doctors of Chinese Medicine than those of Western Medicine." Henry glanced at him and said.

"It's not like that." President Ma shook his head and said, "This consultation part depends on the speed and accuracy of the consultation. It seems that Western medicine is much faster than ours."

As for Western medicine, doctors only needed to ask the patients what symptoms they had, and they could directly prescribe the medicine. If it was a slightly more serious one, they needed to use the listening device, which was very fast. The time it took for a Chinese doctor to measure the patient's pulse was enough for a Western doctor to write out the prescription. It was much more tedious for Chinese medicine.

Henry strode over to Doctor Ding and stood behind her.

Just in front of Dr. Ding, there was also a patient sitting down.

"What symptoms?" Dr. Ding asked. Her voice was very soft, but at the moment there was a hint of anxiety.

The patient sat down and did not speak, but pointed to his throat and uttered a "ah ah ah" sound.

"Come, reach out your hand." Dr. Ding held her right sleeve with her left hand, and stretched out two fingers of her right hand, indicating the patient to stretch out his hand and let her measure his pulse.

"You don't need to do that. When he opened his mouth, you could see the gashes in his throat. There are red, swollen, ulcers and secretion in his throat. He can't speak now. It's not caused by internal diseases. It could be caused by burns or external injury." A faint voice rang out from Dr Ding's back.

Doctor Ding had been anxious about the patients who lined up in front of her. She did not realize that someone was standing behind her. She turned her head and took a look. When she saw a young man, she frowned on the spot and still put her fingers on the patient's pulse. A minute later, she told the patient to open his mouth again. Her diagnosis was exactly the same as what Henry just said.

Doctor Ding had just seen the strangeness in the patient's mouth, but she was afraid that the pain could be caused by fever. Therefore, in order to be sure, she measured his pulse. After all, the two diseases were similar and easy to misdiagnose.

Dr. Ding thought for a moment, picked up the pen and wrote down the prescription. When she had just written half of it, she saw that a pack of medicine had been wrapped up and placed in front of her.

Henry's voice came from behind Dr. Ding again. "The wound has not healed yet. Drink a small amount of cold water. Avoid tobacco, alcohol, spicy liquor, and spicy food. Keep your mouth clean. Take these medicines with 500 ml of clear water and boil it until it gets to 200 ml. Eliminate the residue. Three times a day. Take them after lunch. They'll take effect in two days."