"Doctor Zhang, aren't you in charge of surgery?" "Yes, how come you can also take pulses?" "What you said is new. Doctor Zhang is a Chinese medicine doctor, how could he not know how to take pulses? It's just that there are too many people, and one person can't handle it all!" "That's right!" "Doctor Zhang, you said he has an arterial tumor, is it true?" "I think it should be true?" "Let's do as Doctor Zhang said and go to the hospital as soon as possible!"... The people who were seeing the doctor were talking one after another, and most of them believed in Zhang Han.
Tang Xuan looked at Zhang Han in astonishment. According to her understanding, Zhang Han did not know how to take a pulse. Even if he had read their "Tang's Pulse Theory" last night, at most he had read it all night. He couldn't say that he had learned it now, right?
The uncle whose pulse was examined by Zhang Han came to his senses immediately and said worriedly: "Doctor Zhang, is this true? Will my illness be serious?"
Zhang Han said: "At present, the lump is not big. If it is treated as soon as possible, there should be no problem."
"Then tell me, which hospital should I go to?" the uncle said nervously.
He had obviously lost his mind and regarded Zhang Han as his backbone.
Zhang Han said: "Hong Kong Island is not very big, you don't have to go to the hospital in Zhencheng. I suggest going to Princess Margaret Hospital or William Hospital."
These two hospitals are the top two hospitals in Hong Kong, so of course the fees are high. As a colleague, Zhang Han knows that such large hospitals focus on reputation, and the examination fees can be higher than other hospitals, but the doctors will not fool you, they make money based on their skills and rely on their technology to make a living. It will never be like Tianqiao Hospital, where they want to hospitalize you as soon as you enter the door.
Zhang Han added, "Let's first confirm the situation and decide whether to treat it in their two families. We can then make a decision."
"Okay, then I'll go check first." The uncle got off the crib, put on his clothes, thanked him quickly and left.
When other patients saw Zhang Han's ability, they couldn't help but make use of his resources. While treating their symptoms, they had to ask Zhang Han to help take their pulses to see if there was anything wrong.
Even though Zhang Han is younger than Tang Xuan and never took people's pulse before, in everyone's eyes, Zhang Han's level is higher than Tang Xuan, and he is the real signature of Tang's Medical Clinic.
After working all morning, Zhang Han and Tang Xuan had lunch together at noon. Tang Xuan couldn't help but express her doubts, "Didn't you say that you didn't know Chinese medicine before? How come you can take pulses now?"
"Isn't this what I learned last night?" Zhang Han said.
"Yesterday...last night...no, it's only been one night..." said Tang Xuan.
"The book says that if the pulse is too deep and only feels when it reaches the bone, it must be a serious illness. That was the case with that uncle at the time. I had also felt a small lump on his back, which must have been a tumor. It took me a long to find out that his blood circulation was blocked, so I suspected that he had a hematoma." Zhang Han said slowly.
Tang Xuan kept staring at Zhang Han, and seeing that Zhang Han was speaking sincerely, it seemed to be true.
But arterial tumors are serious diseases, and ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners cannot feel them at all. According to Zhang Han, it is only by feeling the lump on the back and then taking the pulse that it makes sense.
Tang Xuan wondered, if this old man asked her to take his pulse directly, would she be able to determine that he had an arterial tumor?
Maybe it's unlikely! Fortunately, she also knows that if the pulse is too heavy, the stockholder has a pulse and it is a serious illness. In this way, it can also remind the other party.
She nodded and said proudly: "Ruzi is teachable. It seems... I have a good eye..."
"Of course. How could the boss be so wrong about him..." Zhang Han said with a smile.
"snort!"
Tang Xuan raised her chin.
In the afternoon, we continued to see patients. At about 3:30, the uncle and a middle-aged woman came into the clinic. The middle-aged woman was holding a banner.
The two of them ignored the queue at the door and shouted excitedly as soon as they saw Zhang Han: "Thank you, Doctor Zhang!" "Thank you, Doctor Zhang!"
"You two, you don't have to be so polite..." Zhang Han recognized the uncle who came to see the doctor this morning and said politely, "Uncle, have you finished the examination?"
"I went to William Hospital for a check-up. The doctor said it was an early-stage arterial tumor. He also said it was a blessing that I came early, otherwise it would have been terrible," the uncle said gratefully.
"That's good. I feel relieved now." Zhang Han said.
"This is a banner that my husband and I customized for you. Please accept it." As the uncle spoke, his wife had already unfolded the banner.
There are eight big characters on it - saving the world with medicine and bringing people back to health with miracle hands.
The guy below is: Respectfully presented to Dr. Zhang from Tang’s Medical Clinic.
The signatures are: Zhao Chengcai and Li Wanqiu.
It turns out that making a silk banner is not a hassle, basically it only requires these words.
Zhang Han accepted the banner. The couple didn't know how to take photos. His wife Li Wanqiu said, "Doctor, the doctor at William Hospital said that because it is an early stage tumor, the surgery there will cost 120,000. Other hospitals will definitely be much cheaper... My husband and I would like you to help recommend a hospital..."
Big hospitals are different. For early-stage tumors, the asking price is 120,000 yuan. After all, even if they are all using the same scalpel, their scalpel techniques are different. The materials used are also different.
This kind of hospital is purely for the rich. They won't deliberately rip you off, all prices are clearly marked, but the starting point is so ruthless.
Zhang Han said: "I suggest going to the First Hospital, it's more fair."
"Okay. Thank you, doctor."...The couple thanked him again and again.
The other patients were inevitably a little puzzled when they saw this scene. What was going on? They had to send a banner to Zhang Han to express their gratitude and introduce the hospital...
But everyone wrote it down in a small notebook - First Hospital, more fair.
When the couple walked to the door, the curious people in the queue behind them couldn't help asking, "What's going on?" "Why do you need to recommend a hospital?" "Yes, can't Doctor Zhang cure it?" ...
The uncle said, "When I came this morning, Doctor Zhang felt my pulse and said I had an arterial tumor and asked me to go to a big hospital for a checkup. I went to William Hospital and the diagnosis was confirmed right away. The doctor there said it was an early arterial tumor, and fortunately it was treated in time. But it also needs surgery to remove it."
"So amazing." "He can even diagnose an arterial tumor by taking the pulse." "I'll have to ask Doctor Zhang to check my pulse later."... Everyone started talking.
The patients who were waiting in line to see the internal medicine department were already eager to go. However, Zhang Han and Tang Xuan were from the same family, so it would be a bit annoying to jump to Zhang Han's side to check his pulse. After thinking it over again and again, they still didn't go. However, they had already decided that if they felt uncomfortable in the future, they would come to Dr. Zhang to open the surgery department and check his pulse.
After a busy day, Tang Xuan looked at Zhang Han very naturally, motioning Zhang Han to close the door so that they could have dinner together in the evening.
Zhang Han understood what she meant, but Luo Siya had issued an ultimatum in the morning. Zhang Han had no choice but to say, "I have to go home for dinner today, so I can't stay with you."
"Is that so..." Tang Xuan lowered her head a little disappointed.
Zhang Han immediately came to Tang Xuan's side, picked her up, and said softly: "But I can carry you upstairs and make you something delicious tomorrow. Besides, I have to change my clothes, otherwise... how can I go to bed..."
Tang Xuan groaned and whispered, "How annoying..."