The Experimental Patient

Niu Shilei returned Su Ziyang's gesture with a fist and palm salute.

Su Ziyang hopes that Niu Shilei can also study diligently and not end up becoming a "monster" who prioritizes academic papers above all else in the current environment.

Back to the present, after seeing the two off, Su Ziyang stayed in his seat studying why the pulse of this Fox-Lily Disease was like this.

The book "Essential Prescriptions of the Golden Cabinet" only describes many symptoms, but does not cover aspects related to pulse diagnosis.

Su Ziyang could only memorize the symptoms and pulse as part of his experience.

"Waaaaah..."

Fairy Li rushed into the consultation room like a little train.

Su Ziyang couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Fairy Li's face, which resembled a steamed bun.

Look!!!

Fairy Li pouted and grinned at Su Ziyang, revealing a mouth ulcer on her lip.

"What's wrong, you little rascal?"

Su Ziyang pinched Fairy Li's mouth and looked her up and down, pretending not to see the mouth ulcers on Fairy Li lips.

"You! It hurts. Ugh!"

Fairy Li slapped Su Ziyang's forearm.

"It's okay, it's okay. It doesn't hurt, it's far from my intestines, it's okay, it's okay. Hahahaha."

Su Ziyang laughed heartily, making Fairy Li so angry that her teeth itched.

I bit you.

Fairy Li Su Ziyang Su Ziyang a quick peck on his biceps, making him feel incredibly itchy.

"Let me tell you, I've practiced the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt. I'll break your teeth."

Su Ziyang said, rubbing Fairy Li's hair.

"Pooh!"

Fairy Li spat at Su Ziyang.

"Come on, I'm not going to tease you anymore. I'll put some medicine on you."

Su Ziyang pinched Fairy Li's lips, took out a small piece of sterilized gauze, and gently wiped away the white film on the oral ulcer.

After wiping away the white film, red flesh and blood were revealed. Su Ziyang quickly took the small reed tube, gently applied a little bit of Borneol and Borax Powder, and sprinkled it on Fairy Li's wound.

"Okay, okay. It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Su Ziyang patted Fairy Li's head like he was coaxing a child.

"Okay, okay."

Fairy Li kept muttering, "It's all good now."

"It really doesn't hurt anymore. Did you prescribe this medicine?"

Speaking of this prescription, Su Ziyang suddenly remembered Daoist Jin had been in seclusion for a long time.

"No, it's a prescription Master Jin gave me."

Looking at the small porcelain bottle he had "stolen" from Daoist Jin, Su Ziyang felt a pang of longing for Daoist Jin.

"Why is Master still in seclusion?"

Su Ziyang held Fairy Li's Little Hand and quietly looked at Fairy Li.

Fairy Li pouted and shook her head. "I don't know either. No one can disturb us in the dark. I heard from Yang Yang that he hasn't come out yet."

"Sigh, I really miss him. It feels like it's been so long since I last saw him."

Su Ziyang fiddled with the porcelain bottle in his hand, frowning as he spoke.

"Alright, alright. Seclusion is a good thing, look at what you're saying. Seclusion is for ascension, you know? You don't understand anything, you little brat."

Fairy Li was no longer playing the role of the whirring little train; she instantly transformed into a wise and sage, giving Su Ziyang pointers.

"Yes, yes, you're right. Let's go, let's have your favorite spicy mixed noodles for lunch."

Su Ziyang held Fairy Li's Little Hand and said with a smile, Fairy Li looked at Su Ziyang and chuckled, then suddenly stomped her foot, turned around and left.

The mouth ulcers in Fairy Li's mouth were caused by working late into the night and eating spicy late-night snacks.

Su Ziyang is deliberately teasing Fairy Li, which has angered Fairy Li so much that she runs away.

Taking a rare moment of leisure, Su Ziyang looked at the book given to him by Mr. Mengfei, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

"Doctor, hello. Can you treat me?"

A middle-aged man knocked on the door and entered the house.

"Yes, please sit down."

Su Ziyang put the book aside, then pointed to the stool next to the consultation table, indicating that the middle-aged man should sit down.

"Doctor, I have a lower abdominal pain, and then I feel a tightness in my stomach, which goes up to my chest."

The middle-aged man spoke quite loudly, gesturing wildly as he spoke, making it rather exaggerated.

"It comes in bursts, doesn't it?"

Listening to the middle-aged man's exaggerated description, Su Ziyang asked a question.

"Yes, it comes in waves. Hey! Don't move, don't move."

As soon as he asked a question, Su Ziyang saw the middle-aged man's expression change. He then clutched his stomach, muttered a few words about not moving, and leaned back in his chair.

"Ah!!!"

Su Ziyang felt like a million groundhogs were jumping around inside him.

"Is this another case of medical malpractice? This looks a bit fake; I haven't even touched him yet. This is even more exaggerated than Brother Biao's acting."

Once bitten, twice shy. Su Ziyang assumed this middle-aged man was also there to cause trouble at the hospital and immediately called for security.

To everyone's surprise, the middle-aged man leaned back in his chair, clutching his stomach, and stammered, "Doctor, I'm having an attack, I'm having an attack. I'll talk to you again after this goes down."

Looking at the man's expression, Su Ziyang realized he didn't seem like someone causing a medical dispute; he seemed to be having a relapse.

The doctor quickly got up to take the middle-aged man's pulse. The man, clutching his stomach with one hand, waved his other hand at Su Ziyang, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I'll wait a bit, let me catch my breath. Don't touch me, doctor. This is how I am when I have an attack."

The patient wouldn't let him touch him, so Su Ziyang had no choice but to stand there and watch as the middle-aged man clutched his stomach, leaning against the table with a look that suggested he was about to die.

Fine beads of sweat slowly seeped from his forehead.

Su Ziyang watched nervously for about ten minutes before the man slowly calmed down. Su Ziyang quickly brought the man a glass of warm water and gestured for him to drink some.

"I'm so sorry, doctor. I scared you. This is how I react when I have an attack. It's like this, a rush of energy from my stomach to my chest, and my heart is pounding like it's going to jump out of my throat."

The middle-aged man still spoke exaggeratedly, but after recovering from that initial urge, he now seemed full of energy again.

How many times a day do you usually have these episodes?

Su Ziyang was afraid that he had another relapse, so he quickly asked.

"Not necessarily. Sometimes it happens once, sometimes two or three times. But, as a doctor, I've come to the conclusion that he's more likely to have a flare-up when exposed to a cool breeze."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he ran to the window and flung it open. He then lifted his vest, revealing his navel and a large patch of his belly, letting the cool breeze blow on his stomach.

"Holy crap..."

This was the first time Su Ziyang had seen a patient with such a strong experimental spirit; he was filled with shock and admiration.

But while he admired the man, he couldn't let the patient cause him trouble. So Su Ziyang quickly grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and pulled him over.

"Big brother, stop joking. That's not how you do it. I'll believe you if you tell me."

Su Ziyang was about to say that there was no need to conduct the experiment...

Then they heard the middle-aged man shout, "They're here!"

His sudden outburst startled Su Ziyang, Su Ziyang then saw the middle-aged man sit back down in his chair, clutching his stomach and reappearing with that death-like expression...