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These words made everyone’s expressions change.
Ye Xin was embarrassed, but she steeled herself and said, “I’ve not been working at the hospital for a long time now so I grew my nails long. Is that not allowed?”
Jiahui only said, “You’re right; you can grow your nails if that’s what you want. Please start.”
Ye Xin braced herself and imitated Song Ning’s actions from earlier, placing her fingers on the reporter’s wrist. When she withdrew her hand, she thought about it for a moment before she wrote her diagnosis on the
paper.
Now that the results were out, the reporter, who was holding onto the paper, opened his mouth to read out Song Ning’s diagnosis.
However, before the reporter could say anything, Jiahui interjected, “I don’t see many words on this piece of paper. Why don’t you read this one first?”
The reporter acquiesced and read out loud, “Qi deficiency, blood deficiency, and kidney deficiency. The patient has to go to the hospital for a detailed check-up.”
“Is that all?” Jiahui asked.
The reporter nodded. “That’s all.”
Upon hearing this, someone laughed out loud.
Ye Xin said defensively with a sullen expression, “What’s so funny? His body is clearly not very healthy so he needs to go for a check-up at the hospital! Although I’m a doctor, I can’t simply diagnose him. I have to be
responsible for my words, after all.”
This time, someone laughed and jeered at Ye Xin.
Jiahui raised her hand to signal for everyone to be quiet. Then, she gestured to the reporter to read Song Ning’s diagnosis.
The reporter read out loud, “The pulse is slightly slow. The patient’s spleen, stomach, and lungs are weak. Due to his weak lungs, he’s prone to wheezing and coughing. The patient needs to change his diet, rest, and
nourish and strengthen his body.”
After the reporter finished reading, he scratched his head and said, “I seem to understand and not understand the diagnosis, but it sounds reliable.” He asked his colleague, who volunteered to have his pulse checked
and asked, “Is this right? Tell us if the diagnosis is right.”
Jiahui interjected again, “Why don’t we let Dr. Song elaborate on her diagnosis?”
Everyone looked at Song Ning expectantly.
Song Ning looked at the reporter and said, “You often have problems with your stomach. You have acid reflux and feel bloated. When you eat food with ‘cold’ properties, the symptoms would get worse. When you wake
up in the morning, your face and upper limbs would be swollen. This is a sign of a weak spleen and stomach. Apart from that, your coughing and wheezing have become a daily thing. If I’m not mistaken, you must have
had pneumonia in your early years and failed to recuperate properly after you recovered. Perhaps, due to work and an irregular schedule, your symptoms became what they are today.”
As Song Ning spoke, the reporter nodded, clearly agreeing with Song Ning’s words. Now that Song Ning finished speaking, he asked anxiously, “Dr. Song, is still possible for me to be cured of these symptoms?”
Song Ning laughed lightly. “It’s not a major illness. You can cure these symptoms with a few doses of medicine. To treat the root cause, you just have to follow your doctor’s advice.”
“I will, I will. Can you give me a prescription first?” the reporter asked eagerly.
Song Ning quickly wrote down a prescription along with precautions on a piece of paper before handing it to the reporter.
With that, the reporter bowed at Song Ning to express his gratitude.
Jiahui and Song Ning exchanged a smile.
At this time, another reporter asked, “Can you check my pulse as well?”
“I want to have my pulse checked as well!”
“Me too!”
Meanwhile, Cheng Che wiped the sweat off his forehead. He really admired his girlfriend very much. She single-handedly turned the ridiculous scene into a free clinic, after all.
On the other hand, the elders of the Mu family began to grow even more uneasy.
Seeing that the situation was slowly turning against him, Mu Qing quietly took a few steps back. He did not expect to be noticed by a reporter.
The reporter asked, “Mr. Mu, the matter hasn’t been resolved. Are you leaving now?”
Mu Qing calmly replied, “No. I just don’t like being crowded so I moved back.”
The reporter smiled and said, “Well, something like this is truly rare. We should have a look at Dr. Song and broaden our horizons.”