Merchant and doctor

Chapter 1519 Phantom Smell
The pulse was weak, and the tone was obviously inconsistent with the patient's age. It was rather thin, weak, and astringent. Bian Mu suddenly felt that the female patient in front of him was living a very difficult life.

"Didn't you bring your previous medical records?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"I heard that... the more skilled Chinese medicine doctors never look at medical records from other hospitals or other colleagues, as they think they are not competent... Your fees are not low, so just make do with this!" The female patient was not very old and looked weak, but her words were a bit sarcastic.

With a slight smile, Bian Mu could understand the mood of the person in front of him, so he naturally didn't argue with her.

"That may not be the case. It is better to listen to both sides and you will understand clearly. Do you have some 'olfactory hallucinations' in your sense of smell? The so-called 'olfactory hallucinations' are also called 'virtual smells' or 'false smells'. They generally refer to false smells that are not very real and have imaginary elements. Do you have them?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes suddenly brightened up, and her originally dim eyes suddenly became much clearer.

"You can even figure this out?! Are you kidding me?!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine has always been able to observe the human body's perceptions, including what the eyes see, what the heart and brain think, what the skin feels... even what dreams go to. Dreams at night are sometimes also within the scope of our research! Sense of smell. In traditional Chinese medicine, functional disorders of the sense of smell are often related to factors such as lung qi stagnation, spleen and stomach disorders, insufficient kidney essence, and insufficient heart qi. Let me emphasize here that the concepts of lung qi, spleen and stomach, kidney qi, and heart qi in traditional Chinese medicine have many intersections with the lungs, spleen, kidneys, heart... and other organs, but they are not exactly the same concepts. You have to understand this a little more broadly, so... once a person has the phenomenon of 'hallucination of smell', we have to check the internal organs one by one according to the patient's actual situation, and vice versa. Whenever there is a problem with the human body, almost 99.99% of them will leave some clues on the pulse, more or less, deep or shallow, and you can know a thing or two by deducing the pathology." Bian Mu sympathized with the female patient in front of him. He felt that her life was not easy, so he was naturally quite patient in explaining it in detail.

"Oh... it sounds quite mysterious! You are really different from other doctors, no wonder you charge a high consultation fee! As for me, when I am in a particularly bad mood, especially at work, I can always smell the smell of rotten eggs, the kind of rotten eggs mixed with a faint smell of paint, nothing else, just this!"

"Really? This kind of phenomenon has never occurred when you were in a particularly good mood?" Bian Mu asked.

"That won't happen! Alas! As for me... out of 365 days in a year, the total number of days I'm truly happy should not exceed one week..." Having said this, the woman's eyes became dim again.

"Hehe... not really! Is there anyone among your immediate family members working as painters, welders, drivers, gas station operators, etc.? I mean, they have been working in that kind of job for many years." Bian Mu continued to ask.

"My dad is a painter! She...has been working at a gas station lately." The woman responded with a frown.

"Oh! Her? Your mother?"

"My parents are divorced! My stepmother!"

"Oh! I see... Then... you have checked out the ENT department in other hospitals, right? The doctors said there was nothing wrong with you and suggested that you see the neurology department and the mental health counseling department, right?"

"Well! The final diagnosis is moderate anxiety!"

"Hehe... I'm just guessing. From childhood to adulthood, no matter how hard you work, you rarely get recognition from teachers and parents, right?"

The woman nodded slightly, looking somewhat indifferent.

"You have a younger brother?" Bian Mu asked.

"Two. The other one belongs to my half brother."

"Oh... Are you engaged in industrial art design?" "Yes! Three-dimensional drawing. The masters have made the draft and set the tone. I have to make the finished drawing and print it into a three-dimensional model. There are at least three options. Alas! I have never submitted a task smoothly. Every time they say this is not good and that is not good. Sometimes, I have to revise the drawing until late at night. The next day, our team leader directly rejects it and asks me to redo it! Sometimes, I feel so frustrated! In fact, with my actual work ability... it's not that bad! Otherwise, they would have fired me long ago, right!" As she spoke, the woman seemed somewhat excited.

"Hehe... We are in different fields! It's not a good idea to make a hasty assessment, but... according to my diagnosis, you do have some signs of real illness, for example, your brain marrow is not nourished. The brain marrow here is related to the brain and the medulla, but they are not the same concept. It would be better if you understand it more broadly. If you don't mind, why don't we do a medical test?"

"Okay! I believe you!"

"Please come this way!" As he said that, Bian Mu stood up and accompanied the young female patient to the physical examination area.

There were various markings on the floor with yellow varnish, and a main line extended all the way to the base of the wall.

"Let me demonstrate first!" As he spoke, Bian Mu took out 12 plastic buckets, with big bellies and small mouths, about 15 centimeters high, and placed them neatly in two groups along the yellow paint line, 6 on each side, and the distance between each plastic bucket looked very even. The distance between each group and the yellow paint line was equal, and that distance was carefully calculated by Bian Mu.

Then, Bian Mu brought two bags of ping-pong balls, ordinary ping-pong balls, each bag containing about twenty or so. Bian Mu took one bag and handed one to the woman.

Bian Mu walked to the middle of the yellow line, stood in the middle with his left foot in the "Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg" position, with his right foot suspended in the air, and jumped on one foot. His right foot could not touch the ground. Bian Mu had to throw the ping-pong balls in the bag into the 6 plastic buckets on the right. The bucket mouths were specially designed, slightly larger than the ping-pong balls. If he couldn't control it well, the ping-pong balls would fall out of the buckets.

After completing a set of tasks, Bian Mu changed to his right foot and threw the ping-pong ball in the opposite direction.

With Bian Mu's expertise in kung fu, he completed the task with ease.

"Don't worry. If you feel unbalanced, you can gently tap the floor with the foot that is hanging. Try it!" Bian Mu encouraged with a smile.

The woman didn't find it difficult. The test in front of her looked very much like the "sensory integration training" that kindergarten kids usually do in the classroom.

Unexpectedly, after completing the two sets of tests, the woman threw the ping-pong balls in her hand everywhere, but not a single one was put into the plastic bucket correctly.

After a short rest, the woman was a little bit unconvinced, so she cheered up and tested it again, and the result was still the same.

She had received higher education and immediately realized that what Bian Mu said might be true.

At this time, a female patient in the back of the line, who looked to be about 12 or years old, tried to imitate the doctor out of curiosity. It worked well and she managed to throw four or five out of the plastic buckets in.

Then, out of curiosity, the next male patient also tried it, and only threw three ping-pong balls into the 12 plastic buckets.

At this point, people have realized that this test is not going to be simple.

Seeing that all the patients in the special group were silent, Bian Mu randomly selected two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, from the other patients waiting for treatment and asked them to try it. As a result, these two people were able to throw at least one ping-pong ball into each of the 12 plastic buckets.