Putting Learning into Practice

After Su Ziyang and Fairy Li went out, they ate fried dough sticks and tofu pudding at the breakfast shop that the kind proprietress had run before.

After breakfast, Fairy Li went to find Daoist Master Xiao Yang. Su Ziyang, on the other hand, went to the clinic to see patients.

Daoist Jin 'Daoist Jin clinic remains closed. He has been out of practice ever since Fu J returned.

Although Guo Tianren has been found, Daoist Jin still did not come to make a house call today. Su Ziyang did not know what he was busy with, or whether he and Mr. Mengfei had come up with a plan to deal with Guo Tianren.

Su Ziyang Su Ziyang didn't have many patients, and fortunately, he wasn't impatient. Whenever he didn't have patients, he would stay in his room reading.

However, before Su Ziyang could even start reading, someone entered the consultation room.

A stylishly dressed woman walked into the consultation room.

The woman wore large brown sunglasses, her hair was loose and styled in large curls, and a faint fragrance wafted towards her as soon as she entered the room.

"Are you a doctor?" The woman placed her designer handbag on the table, sat down, and stared at Su Ziyang as she asked.

"Of course!"

Su Ziyang nodded expressionlessly.

To be honest, from the perspective of basic medical ethics, doctors shouldn't have preferences. After all, once you come to the hospital, everyone is a patient; there are no good or bad people, men or women.

But from the moment this woman entered the room, Su Ziyang felt an inexplicable sense of disgust, even though the girl was fashionably dressed and beautiful.

"Let's take your pulse!"

The woman placed her slender wrist on the pulse diagnosis kit on Su Ziyang's desk.

"Let's register first!"

Unusually, Su Ziyang didn't ask about the patient's condition first, but instead insisted on registering the patient.

Seeing that Su Ziyang's speech was somewhat stiff, the woman took off her brown sunglasses, revealing a pair of alluring eyes that made Su Ziyang feel Freedom.

What should I register?

"Name, age, mobile phone number."

Su Ziyang stopped looking at the woman and instead stared at the medical record book.

"Han Xixi, Qian from the radical 'Xi' in 'grassroots', 28 years old, phone number..."

As Han Xixi spoke, Su Ziyang completed the registration of basic information.

"Is this a good time to take your pulse, doctor?"

Han Xixi placed her hand on the pulse diagnosis kit again. This time, Su Ziyang had no reason to refuse. He lightly tapped three fingers on Han Xixi's wrist.

When Su Ziyang touched his skin with three fingers, a chill instantly spread to his fingers. Su Ziyang frowned, then carefully felt the sensation.

Given Han Xixi's physique, the pulse that Su Ziyang sensed should be fine.

The pulse diagnosis manual states. "A thin person's pulse is floating, while a fat person's pulse is deep."

Han Xixi was very thin, so her pulse was generally floating. When pressed firmly, it felt firm and rhythmic. Apart from the occasional coolness in her pulse, it was a very healthy and normal pulse.

Su Ziyang withdrew his hand from taking Han Xixi's pulse and then looked at her complexion.

Han Xixi wore heavy makeup, so her basic skin tone was not visible. However, in addition to observing the complexion, observing the spirit is even more important in a diagnostic practice.

Su Ziyang squinted Yunqi looked up, and noticed a faint black aura emanating from Han Xixi's clothes from her shoulder.

"Phew~"

Seeing that Han Xixi did indeed have a health problem, Su Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

Since Guo Tianren's incident, Su Ziyang has become somewhat sensitive. He is afraid that these patients are professional troublemakers hired by Guo Tianren using underhanded methods.

If I'm not mistaken, you seem to have some discomfort in your shoulder.

Su Ziyang could only see dark, turbid energy at the site of the lesion, but he didn't have X-ray vision, so he couldn't possibly see what was wrong with Han Xixi's shoulder through her clothes.

So Su Ziyang only mentioned the location where Han Xixi was uncomfortable.

But with just that one sentence, Han Xixi looked at Su Ziyang in surprise, her peach blossom eyes filled with disbelief.

"Doctor, could you tell me how you located the area where I feel unwell? To be honest, I've seen several traditional Chinese medicine doctors. After taking my pulse, some said I wasn't sick, while others just gave me random advice. That's why I wasn't very nice to you earlier—I wanted to test your skills!"

Han Xixi, her lips smeared with lip gloss, kept chattering away, completely losing her previous aloof goddess demeanor and instead becoming a pitiful patient with nowhere to turn for help.

"Um, Ms. Han, I only made a preliminary assessment of your discomfort by taking your pulse, but to better diagnose the illness, let's take a look at your shoulder. Okay?"

In fact, many patients are like this: after seeking treatment from various sources without success, they begin to doubt their doctors. However, when a doctor demonstrates methods that are convincing enough, they will unconditionally cooperate with the doctor.

Upon hearing Su Ziyang's words, Han Xixi took off her coat without saying a word, revealing a white tank top underneath.

Just as Han Xixi was taking off her clothes, by sheer coincidence, Fairy Li and Daoist Master Xiao Yang were about to enter through the door.

The two stopped in their tracks when they saw Han Xixi take off her clothes and sit next to Su Ziyang in a tank top. They then looked at Su Ziyang with strange expressions. "Doctor Su, you're busy, aren't you? You're busy. We'll come back later! Hehe!"

The two chuckled and immediately turned and left.

Han Xixi looked at the two leaving, somewhat confused, then looked at Su Ziyang: "Doctor, who are they?"

"Oh, the clinic staff, they might be in trouble. Don't worry about them if nothing's wrong."

Su Ziyang didn't want to talk too much about his personal matters with the patient, so he casually told a lie.

"Oh, okay." Seeing Su Ziyang's response, Han Xixi didn't ask any further questions.

After the brief incident, Su Ziyang focused his attention on Han Xixi's shoulder again.

To be fair, Han Xixi's looks and figure are impeccable, and her skin is also very good. However, the skin from her shoulders to her armpits is unusually rough, and it can't even be called rough; it's more like her skin has turned into scales.

You can tell from the sight alone that this skin is extremely hard, without even touching it.

When Su Ziyang saw the problematic area of skin, his heart began to pound wildly.

It feels like you're taking an exam, and there's a really hard question on it, which you've happened to have done before the exam and you clearly remember the answer.

Su Ziyang was experiencing this feeling. He had just read about a treatment for skin diseases in a book that morning, and now a patient with a skin disease had come to him.

It's like having a pillow when you're sleepy, or a steamed bun when you're hungry.

"Your condition should be considered a type of psoriasis, right?!" Su Ziyang gently wiped Han Xixi's shoulder with a cotton swab and found a small amount of peeling.

Han Xixi nodded, her face full of worry, and said, "Yes, that's what the dermatology department at the city hospital said. But after a long time of treatment, there's been no improvement. Sigh, this thing is really affecting my life. I don't even dare to wear clothes that show my face and shoulders in the summer. It's so annoying."

"Then I can prescribe a formula for you to try, will that work?" Su Ziyang asked tentatively.

"Okay, sure."