Translator: Yunyi Editor: Yunyi
Yu Gangan was right, the old man was indeed like that. But, the two men didn’t think anything of it. After all, they didn’t consider sleeplessness and a short temper to be an illness.
Who would have thought that Yu Gangan be able to tell so much from a pulse?
[This brat is young, but she’s unexpectedly skilled.]
“I can’t sleep soundly, but I do get some sleep. Isn’t it normal for an old person to suffer from sleeplessness?” the old man said frustratedly.
“Sir, long-term anxiety and excessive thinking can lead to coronary heart disease, high blood pressure and other complications. Don’t assume that there is nothing wrong with your health right now. Try and press your chest with your finger; the second rib on the left. Isn’t the lower edge of the cartilage very painful?”
The old man looked at Yu Gangan confusedly and pressed down as instructed.
As soon as he applied a bit of pressure, he let out a cry of pain.
“Ah.”
Chen Zhenghe was a little surprised as he cried out, “General!”
The old man waved his hands, gesturing that he was OK and looked at Yu Gangan questioningly, “What’s this all about?”
Yu Gangan was a little stunned.
If she had heard correctly, Chen Zhenghe had just called this old man, ‘General’.
Wasn’t ‘General’ the title given to the head of the army?
Was this old man a retired army officer?
Her grandfather was also in the army before. All of a sudden, Yu Gangan’s impression of the man improved as she looked at him with slight respect.
With a smile, she replied, “You are fine at the moment, you simply have blood stasis. But, if you don’t treat the cause, your condition will worsen.”
“So the cause is insomnia?” Chen Zhenghe asked.
Yu Gangan nodded her head. As she wrote out a prescription, she said, “There are many forms of insomnia: heart-kidney imbalance, lack of blood and oxygen, etc. What this old gentleman has is insomnia caused by liver stagnation as a result of anger and frustration. So, I can give you medicine, but it won’t be the final solution. Sir, you will need to relax a little…”
After hearing this, the old man suddenly burst into laughter and walked out.
Yu Gangan held onto her prescription in midair, confused by the man’s reaction.
Even if he wasn’t here because he thought he was ill, now that she had discovered something, shouldn’t he at least get his medicine before he left?
So strange.
At that moment, Chen Zhenghe suddenly returned.
He took the prescription that Yu Gangan wrote and left behind 200 yuan, “Thank you, Dr. Yu.”
“Wait,” Yu Gangan cried out as she grabbed one of the presciption papers and wrote her phone number on it. “I only charge 100 yuan, you can take this back. I have written my phone number here, if the old gentleman feels unwell, you can give me a call.”
They didn’t even buy medicine, so 200 yuan was too much.
Chen Zhenghe hesitated for a moment and took back the money, “Thank you, Dr. Yu.”
He then saluted at Yu Gangan and left.
A black car was parked outside the clinic. As soon as Chen Zhenghe boarded the car, he handed the money to the old man, “This is Dr. Yu’s phone number.”
“She is a thoughtful and responsible child,” the old man praised.
“But, she’s a little arrogant…” Chen Zhenghe laughed a little as he lifted his head and looked ahead. At that moment, he froze, “Reporting General, it’s the Young Master.”
When the old man heard this, he turned his attention to the cold and handsome man standing outside the car and said arrogantly, “Drive.”
The car immediately sped off, leaving Fang Zhihan standing in front of the clinic with a trace of confusion in his eyes.