When he heard that no surgery was needed, the heavy stone in Hao Quanyou’s heart finally lifted.
He was already quite old. If he had to undergo surgery for kidney stones at this age, it would definitely take a big toll on his body.
Whether he could even make it off the operating table was a real question.
Hao Quanyou nodded at Qin Jiang with great satisfaction.
“Not bad, young man. You’ve got some real skill. I underestimated you before.”
“Don’t worry—as long as you cure my illness, I’ll recommend all my friends to come see you in the future.”
Qin Jiang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
With the kind of attention he was getting right now, was there any chance he’d be short on patients?
Still, Hao Quanyou meant well, so Qin Jiang didn’t decline. He just went to the pharmacy to fill the prescription and handed over two bags of Chinese herbal medicine.
“Sir, these bags contain Tonglin Huashi San. Take one packet in the morning and one in the evening for a month, and the stones in your body should dissolve and pass out.”
“During this month, eat light. Stop taking calcium supplements, and go easy on milk, soy products, and things like that.”
“And that vitamin effervescent tablet of yours—skip it if you can. It’s not doing your stomach ulcer any favors either.”
Qin Jiang also went ahead and prescribed medicine for Hao Quanyou’s stomach ulcer and blood sugar at the same time.
Hao Quanyou was actually the type of old man who took advice well.
Since Qin Jiang told him to take the medicine as prescribed, Hao Quanyou naturally wasn’t going to be stubborn about it.
Zeng Lanna stood off to the side, looking quite pleased with herself. “See? I told you Qin Jiang is amazing, didn’t I?”
“Grandma, you should let Dr. Qin take a look at you too. It really works.”
Earlier, Zeng Guifang had been quite resistant to Qin Jiang.
But after seeing how he treated Hao Quanyou, Zeng Guifang started to believe that Qin Jiang really was a skilled doctor.
With that in mind, Zeng Guifang reluctantly sat down across from Qin Jiang and said with a hint of stubbornness, “Young man, you’d better take a proper look at me. If you can’t figure it out, I’m not paying.”
Qin Jiang smiled faintly, not taking it to heart at all.
Because he had already seen that the old lady was ill.
When it came to patients, Qin Jiang never fussed over things like that.
“Ma’am, where do you mainly feel uncomfortable?”
“Everywhere.”
Zeng Guifang said, “Lately I’ve been feeling bloated in my stomach. I don’t want to eat, and I always feel like I’m already full.”
“But if I really don’t eat, my stomach feels awful, and after a while I get hungry again.”
“Anyway, my stomach just doesn’t feel right.”
Qin Jiang nodded and noted down Zeng Guifang’s symptoms.
“Anything else?”
“There’s also headaches, poor sleep, low immunity, and my eyes get puffy easily.”
After saying that, Zeng Guifang pointed to her left eye.
“You see this eye of mine? I can’t open it properly. I don’t know if it’s from drinking too much water at night or getting bitten by a mosquito, but it’s often like this—can’t open it.”
Hearing Zeng Guifang say that, Qin Jiang suddenly understood.
No wonder he’d noticed from the very beginning that Zeng Guifang’s left eye was always squinting.
At first, Qin Jiang thought that eye was just naturally like that. Now it seemed it was probably caused by some illness.
After Zeng Guifang finished explaining all this, the viewers in the livestream started discussing it among themselves.
“This old couple is really a perfect match—the health-nut old man thinks his body is fine and he has no illnesses at all. The old lady thinks she’s sick everywhere. Truly husband and wife.”
“Totally normal. My grandma’s the same way. She says every day that she’s got a terminal illness and is going to die, but when she goes to the hospital for a checkup, she’s perfectly healthy—not a single problem.”
“Actually, a lot of the time when elderly people think they’re sick, it’s not because they really feel unwell—it’s because they’re afraid of dying. At their age, any little thing going on with their body makes them think the worst. It helps if their children spend more time with them.”
Qin Jiang hadn’t expected Zeng Guifang to be so upfront and cooperative, answering every question and explaining things in such detail.
After recording all the symptoms Zeng Guifang mentioned, Qin Jiang gestured for her to put her hand out so he could check her pulse.
While Qin Jiang was taking her pulse, Zeng Guifang said with some confusion, “I see this place of yours is a Chinese medicine clinic, right? But just now when you examined my husband, you took him to another room to take scans and things.”
“So that means you know both Chinese and Western medicine?”
Qin Jiang said modestly, “I know a little of both.”
Zeng Guifang wasn’t about to be polite about it.
“I figured it was just a little. I’ve seen really skilled Chinese medicine doctors before—they don’t need any scans at all. They just take your pulse and can tell you exactly what’s wrong with your body. They don’t need to take scans before drawing conclusions like you do.”
Qin Jiang spoke up, “Ma’am, I can do that too. It’s just that if I explain Chinese medicine theory to you, wouldn’t you not understand it?”
“Besides, times have changed. Diagnosis these days requires evidence.”
“Those blood test reports and data—to me, they’re just a reference. But to you, they’re solid proof, so you can’t say I’m diagnosing blindly. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Zeng Guifang was stunned for a moment, her expression turning a bit awkward.
This young doctor was saying one thing but implying another!
Qin Jiang’s words seemed like an explanation, but they were actually a subtle jab.
Can’t I figure out what’s wrong with you just by taking your pulse?
I can.
But some people just love to argue. Even if the doctor himself tells them they have this illness, they’ll still stubbornly insist they don’t.
With patients like that, whatever you tell them about Chinese medicine theory is all just empty talk to them—they won’t accept it.
But if you put the scan results right in front of them, then they’ll behave.
The scans are right there in front of you—how can you still argue?
After finishing the pulse reading, Qin Jiang said to Zeng Guifang, “Ma’am, I know what’s wrong with you. Do you want to go inside for a checkup?”
Zeng Guifang refused with great confidence.
“No need. I trust you. Just tell me the results directly.”
Zeng Guifang didn’t want to do the checkup, which saved Qin Jiang some trouble too.
Qin Jiang said to her, “The stomach pain you mentioned earlier is actually just weak gastric motility. I’ll prescribe you some probiotics in a bit.”
“And the headaches and eye swelling you mentioned are actually caused by the same illness. In Western medicine, this condition is called Meige syndrome. In Chinese medicine, we call it ‘zhongxie’—being struck by an evil spirit.”
Meige syndrome?
Struck by an evil spirit?
The more Zeng Guifang listened, the more ridiculous it sounded.
“You must have made a mistake. I stay at home by myself—I eat when I should eat, drink when I should drink, sleep when I should sleep. How could I be struck by an evil spirit?”
Qin Jiang was a little exasperated.
“This is the diagnosis I got from taking your pulse. And haven’t you noticed that you often blink rapidly without being able to control it?”
“These are all signs of Meige syndrome.”
Although Zeng Guifang had never heard of this Meige syndrome thing, she could tell from the name that it wasn’t anything good.
She still looked unconvinced.
“Impossible. You must have diagnosed it wrong.”
Qin Jiang sighed. With no other choice, he said, “Whether it’s a wrong diagnosis or not, we’ll know after a checkup. Ma’am, after you.”
