Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 718: Being rich is so plain and simple, how can you know so much just by looking at it? !

The dialect is quite confident.

The reason is very simple. He simply knows that one month is definitely enough.

Just because other people don’t have medical records to use for comparison doesn’t mean Fangyan himself doesn’t have medical records to use for comparison.

In fact, such medical cases in later generations are still very easy to find after the development of the Internet era.

Especially in forums, similar cases of TCM treatment of mental illness are particularly popular.

Because behind every mental illness, there is mostly a very exciting story.

It fits perfectly with everyone's gossipy mentality.

At that time, dialects were also among those who paid more attention to these posts.

So I also wrote down a lot of treatment situations.

One of them was in a similar situation to this little girl. Her personal freedom was restricted while abroad, and after being released, she suffered from fear symptoms for a long time.

At the beginning, I asked for help and tried to control it through sedatives.

As a result, the condition was not under control and many side effects appeared. Later, I used a similar Chinese medicine prescription and the inexplicable fear disappeared after only three doses of the medicine.

The number of times I daydreamed decreased significantly, and soon I was able to go out and walk alone without anyone accompanying me.

Fangyan thought that since others could do it, there was no reason why he couldn't do it. One month was already a very conservative estimate.

"Doctor Fang only took more than a month to treat Zhou Zhaoqin. Although he did not completely cure her lungs, he managed to cure her to the point where she could lead a normal life. So I believe in Doctor Fang's medical skills." After Doctor Fang finished speaking in dialect, the first person to respond was Mr. Liang.

After hearing his analogy, everyone else at the scene immediately felt it made sense.

Zhou Zhaoqin was almost dying at that time, but Fang Yan cured her in just over a month. Could their daughter's condition now be comparable to Zhou Zhaoqin's?

When Mrs. Liang heard what her husband said, she immediately expressed her opinion and said to Fang Yan:

"Then I also believe that you, Doctor Fang, will definitely be able to cure our child."

After finishing speaking, Fangyan stopped talking nonsense and said to them:

"Then go and complete the admission procedures now."

"The medicine I prescribed here will be brought to you by medical staff later."

Mr. Liang bowed to Fangyan and said:

"Okay! Thank you, Doctor Fang."

Mrs. Liang also bowed, but she was held by her daughter, so she couldn't move. But the meaning was conveyed.

Then Mr. Liang took out a particularly "fat" red envelope from his coat, put it on the table in front of Fang Yan, and said to Fang Yan:

"Doctor Fang, this is just a small token of my respect!"

Fangyan took a look and thought that he was indeed a financial professional who made money from other wealthy people, and his approach was indeed different.

"You're welcome." Fang Yan nodded at him.

I accepted this obviously larger red envelope.

Then Fangyan picked up the two written prescriptions on the table and walked them to the door together.

After seeing the three people off, Fang Yan handed the prescription in his hand to Yang Jingxiang, who was still a little nervous at the door.

"It's okay. The prescriptions are all here. Go and arrange them."

After hearing Fangyan's words, Yang Jingxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the prescription from Fangyan's hand, and responded to Fangyan:
"clear."

Then he ran off to do his work.

Fangyan closed the door, returned to his seat and started writing the unfinished medical records.

At this time, Lao Fan asked him:
"Are you so sure that it can be cured in a month?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Of course, the little girl's problem only looks serious, but as long as the source is controlled, she will recover quickly."

"When I gave her the acupuncture just now, she woke up after only half of the injection. At that time, I realized that the reason why her condition was so serious was more due to the sequelae of the western medicine she was taking. The drugs they took were mixed together in a mess, especially since they were supposed to be taken for a maximum of two weeks, but they took them for two years."

"The girl in their family is lucky enough to survive the side effects until now."

"So I think her current condition is half caused by herself, and the other half is caused by those psychiatric drugs. Her symptoms will disappear soon after she stops taking the drugs, and she will recover quickly with my treatment."

After hearing Fangyan's explanation, Lao Fan showed a thoughtful look, nodded and said:

"You... you have a point..."

Fang Yan said to him:
"Don't worry, I'm good at this kind of thing. I've treated several mentally ill patients before."

"One of them was a relative of my master's. His condition was much more serious than hers, and he also suffered from many side effects from the same medication."

"What happened in the end?" asked Lao Fan.

The dialect said:

"In the end, it took less than a month for me to cure him."

After hearing this, Lao Fan nodded.

Then his attention shifted to the red envelope on Fangyan's table.

He spoke into the dialect:

"Why do all these overseas Chinese businessmen like to give gifts so much? And each one is giving bigger and bigger gifts. The one who gave red wine just now was exaggerated enough, and this red envelope is almost full. Are you going to take these things yourself later, or do you want to hand them over to the government?"

Fangyan opened the red envelope and found that it was full of US dollars.

It turns out that rich people are so simple and unpretentious.

He said:
"Well, of course I took it myself."

Old Fan was surprised:
"Take it all away, and don't give it to the public?"

Fang Yan said to him:
"Just think of this as them paying me for my medical treatment. This is also allowed by the leadership."

"Besides, what I got from the government was much more than what I got."

Compared to the money they need to pay when investing, Fangyan’s money can only be considered pocket money.

So the leaders didn’t take the money seriously at all.

Director Liao simply told Fangyan to keep it to himself and he didn’t even need to write a report.

Xiao Peng looked at the red envelope with some envy, and asked curiously:

"Brother Fang, why are they so willing to spend money? Is it really so easy to make money from rich people?" Fang Yan said:

“There is a saying that goes, ‘It is hard to make money from the poor, but easy to cheat. It is hard to cheat the rich, but easy to make money.’ As long as you can provide equal value, rich people are still willing to pay. After all, they don’t have much else, but they have a lot of money.”

"And the cost here is actually very cheap for them. When they go abroad to see a doctor, they spend more money than now."

After saying this, Lao Fan and Xiao Peng fell into a state of thought.

Fangyan didn't care about them and started writing the medical records. After he finished, Fangyan said to them:

"Okay, the medical record is done. Please call the next one for me."

"I'll go this time!" Lao Fan stepped forward and did not let Xiao Peng go first.

Soon he strode out, opened the door and shouted outside:

"No. 29, come in for a medical consultation!"

The person who came in this time was a thin middle-aged man.

He kept his wife and assistant out, walked in, nodded and greeted Fang Yan, then sat down in front of the examination table and said to Fang Yan:

"Doctor Fang, I'm different from the others. I didn't come back specifically to see a doctor. I just came back to worship my ancestors and I just happened to have some health problems."

Fangyan had an impression of this man. He was a broker.

There is a sense of shrewdness in his whole body.

This may sound casual, but it reveals the effort required to master the dialect.

He spoke into the dialect:

"Before I treat you, I have two requests to make clear."

Fang Yan was not angry, he nodded and said to him:
"Okay, go ahead."

The man spoke in dialect:

"First, I don't want to be hospitalized because I have a lot of things to do. Second, it's very troublesome for you Chinese medicine practitioners to make medicine, so I don't want long-term treatment."

The dialect said:

"I can't guarantee this until I find out more about your condition."

Fangyan had seen this kind of cool-looking patient in his previous life. They usually happened to people who had some money and felt they were in good health.

This type of person generally has not suffered from illness or beating.

Medical disputes often occur due to people like them.

The best attitude towards them is not to get into their logic, but to maintain your own rhythm. They may want to do this sometimes and that sometimes, and you just need to stick to your own rules.

Fangyan had encountered a similar patient in his previous life.

After hearing the dialect, the man smacked his lips and said:
"You don't need to check the condition. A doctor examined me before I came back. It's chronic inflammation and typical hyperplasia."

"You just need to tell me how your Chinese medicine treats it, and I will make a judgment to see whether I will let you treat it or not."

This man's attitude made Lao Fan frown.

It was the first time that Lao Fan had seen someone so arrogant when treating a patient.

It seemed as if Fangyan owed him money.

If he met such a person, he would probably lose control of his anger and ask him to go away and seek other help.

Xiao Peng on the other side was also a little confused. The other people had such a good attitude just now, but this one seemed like he was sick.

Oh, no, he came here because he was sick.

Fangyan asked the patient:
"How long have you had this symptom?"

The patient said:
"About four months ago, I found an oval-shaped bulge on my tongue near the root of the tongue. It was about 0.2 cm higher than the tongue and felt like the tongue."

"I went for a biopsy and was told it was chronic inflammation and typical hyperplasia."

As he said this, he stuck out his tongue, and sure enough, he saw a growth of tissue similar to a sore on the upper part of his tongue.

After seeing this, Fang Yan asked him:
"Does your mouth feel dry, or your tongue numb and slightly painful?"

The patient who was so cocky just now was suddenly startled, frowned and asked:

"Huh? I didn't tell you, how did you know?"

The dialect said:

"I also know that you often suffer from insomnia, dizziness, palpitations, poor mental state, and physical fatigue."

"Your appetite is still normal, but you occasionally have problems with dry stools and difficulty defecating."

The man opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and his arrogant expression just now turned into shock.

He didn't tell Fangyan about this.

Fangyan paused, then continued:
"By the way, you must have had other oral diseases before, right? You must have been treated for a long time."

"Moreover, you have a history of heavy smoking and drinking, and you still maintain this habit."

The man was stunned, especially after Fang Yan said the second part, he felt like he was hit on the head, swaying and almost falling down.

He asked in dialect:

"You...how did you know?"

The dialect said:

"Of course you can tell."

The man said in surprise:
"Just... just one look and you know so much?"

Fang Yan nodded and said without any politeness:
"Of course, I'm a professional."

The man's momentum weakened instantly, and he found that Fangyan in front of him was indeed capable.

He licked his lips and spoke in dialect:

"Then treat me quickly!"

Fangyan shook his head:
"It can't be cured!"

The man opened his mouth in surprise, as if struck by lightning.

(End of this chapter)