bestfiction Chapter 107 Treatment Methods
Chapter 107 Treatment Methods
Ye Chen looked at Yue Mingtang and said, "Old sir, your needle insertion is quick, accurate, and ruthless, but why is one needle missing?"
Upon hearing this, Yue Rou angrily retorted, "What did you say? How dare you question my grandfather's medical skills!"
Yue Mingtang raised his hand to stop his daughter from shouting.
Instead, he looked at Ye Chen with some surprise and said, "Since you could tell that I missed a needle."
Ye Chen said calmly, "This person suffers from lumbar muscle strain. Please apply acupuncture to the Yaoyangguan, Yaoshu, Bladder Meridian, and Zhongji acupoints."
"But one needle is missing: the Dazhui acupoint. Without this needle, although it is still effective, the effect will be much less."
Upon hearing this, Yue Mingtang nodded and said, "You're right. I see that you just used the flying needle technique, so you must have a deep understanding of acupuncture."
Ye Chen nodded and said, "My acupuncture technique ranks among the top three in the country."
Upon hearing this, Yue Mingtang frowned, feeling that Ye Chen was too arrogant for his young age.
Seeing Yue Mingtang's dissatisfaction, Hua Jinfang quickly said, "Old Yue, this person's identity is not simple. According to the sect's seniority, he is my elder."
Upon hearing this, Yue Mingtang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked Ye Chen up and down.
They wanted to see what was different about Ye Chen.
At this moment, Ye Chen spoke again, "Sir, you have not yet answered me. Why was one less needle inserted?"
Upon hearing this, Yue Mingtang smiled slightly and said, "Since you have discerned his symptoms, you should know the cause of lumbar muscle strain, right?"
Ye Chen frowned slightly upon hearing this and said, "As the name suggests, lumbar muscle strain is mainly caused by the cumulative, mechanical, and chronic damage to the soft tissues such as muscles, fascia, and ligaments in the lower back, or by the failure to receive timely and effective treatment after an acute lumbar sprain, which then turns into a chronic condition."
Yue Mingtang nodded and said, "That's right. This man's name is Ma Laosan. He's an old laborer, forty-six years old this year. He has a son and a daughter, and his wife is a textile worker in the factory."
Ye Chen was puzzled by what Yue Mingtang was saying, wondering why he was bringing it up.
Seeing Ye Chen's expression, Yue Mingtang explained, "This isn't the first time he's come to me for treatment of lumbar muscle strain. He works hard every day to support his family."
“Lumbar muscle strain is inevitable. I used to give him acupuncture at the Dazhui point. Under normal circumstances, he would get better in three days.”
"But lumbar muscle strain requires a lot of rest, and this guy, every time he gets better, he goes back to work like crazy."
"His lumbar muscle strain will relapse in a few days. If this continues, how long can his back hold up?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen immediately understood Yue Mingtang's intention. Lumbar muscle strain is, to put it bluntly, a disease caused by overwork.
The best treatment is rest, but Ma Laosan is clearly unwilling to rest.
The human body has its limits to recovery. Like Ma Laosan, it won't be long before the final outcome is complete necrosis of the lumbar muscles.
The end result was that he became bedridden, turning from the pillar of his family into a burden.
The reason Yue Mingtang omitted one needle was to prolong Ma Laosan's treatment time.
This was all done to help Ma Laosan recover better; it shows their great care and consideration.
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen respectfully replied, "Sir, I have learned a great deal."
Yue Mingtang smiled slightly and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes individualized treatment plans and prescribing the right medicine for the right symptoms. Different patients require different treatment methods."
Ye Chen nodded upon hearing this, glanced at Ma Laosan, and said, "I think there is another way to treat his illness besides acupuncture."
Yue Mingtang asked with some surprise, "I wonder what kind of treatment you are referring to, young friend?"
Ye Chen looked at Ma Laosan and said, "I have a security guard job here. It's a fixed-shift job with a monthly salary of five thousand. It's two shifts. Are you interested?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Laosan almost jumped out of bed and quickly said, "Interested, interested!"
Yue Mingtang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but then laughed heartily and said, "This is indeed a good prescription that can cure this disease completely."
Yue Rou looked at her grandfather, who was laughing heartily, and then at Ye Chen, who stood calmly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Yue Mingtang looked at Ye Chen and said, "I heard from Rou'er that my junior brother brought you to find me."
"According to the seniority system of the sect, you should be my elder. May I ask what brings you here?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen calmly replied, "I'd like to take over your clinic."
Upon hearing this, Yue Rou was stunned. Yue Mingtang had been running this clinic for three years, and everything had been peaceful until now.
Although the prices of various Chinese medicinal herbs have risen sharply in the past two years.
However, with his superb medical skills and beauty business, Yue Mingtang was able to make a living.
He had indeed heard his grandfather mention before that he planned to sell the clinic.
He just didn't expect that someone would actually be willing to buy their clinic.
When the people around heard that Yue Mingtang wanted to sell the clinic, their expressions changed drastically.
"Dr. Yue, if you're going to sell your clinic, what will we do then?"
"Yes, we've been seeing your doctor for so many years, and it's only through your services that we can afford medical care."
“Those big hospitals charge several hundred yuan for a simple cold or cough. How can we afford that?”
"You can't leave! If the clinic closes down, we'll be left without any medicine."
"If you encounter any difficulties, just tell us. We are all from the same village and we can help you."
You should know that many of the patients here are regulars, and nowadays, medical expenses in those big hospitals are inflated.
They were all just ordinary people struggling to make ends meet.
Many of them are like Ma Laosan; if this National Security Medical Center were gone, their fate would be predictable.
Faced with everyone's attempts to persuade him to stay, Yue Mingtang raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Yue Mingtang was about to speak when he suddenly started coughing violently, with a lot of phlegm.
Ye Chen frowned. He hadn't noticed before, but now it seemed that Yue Mingtang was also quite ill.
When Yue Rou saw her grandfather coughing, she quickly went over and patted Yue Mingtang's back.
After a while, Yue Mingtang finally caught his breath, took out a pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and his complexion improved.
Everyone looked at Yue Mingtang with concern, clearly knowing that the old doctor's health was not good.
Yue Mingtang smiled and said, "Don't worry, neighbors. Although I'm going to sell the clinic, it doesn't mean I'm leaving."
"I will stay here and continue to treat patients. Please rest assured, everyone."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions softened slightly, though some worry remained in their eyes.
An older woman spoke up: "Dr. Yue, it's not that we don't believe in you, but you have to sell your clinic."
"When you're gone, where will we find you? And if you get even a minor illness, we won't be able to afford to go to a big hospital."
"Can you really bear to watch us sit at home and wait to die?"
An older woman started talking, and the crowd immediately began to discuss it again. Two homeless men even knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"Dr. Yue, we are all homeless people. We will follow you wherever you go. You must not abandon us."
"Yes, if it weren't for you, I'd probably have died on the street from this stomach ailment long ago. You absolutely can't abandon us."
Seeing this situation, Ye Chen frowned. To be honest, someone with Yue Mingtang's medical skills would be highly sought after anywhere.
Moreover, given Yue Mingtang's physical condition, even if he were to leave, these people should understand.
But this whole thing was clearly a form of moral blackmail, which made Ye Chen somewhat displeased.
Yue Mingtang began, “Fellow villagers, I, Yue Mingtang, have practiced medicine for fifty years and have never broken my promise.”
Yue Rou stepped forward with a cold face and said, "How can you say such things! My grandfather has been working tirelessly, rain or shine, to treat you patients. He has exhausted himself without ever thinking of resting."
"You're all only thinking about your own illnesses, who cares about my grandfather's life or death!"
Upon hearing this, many people around lowered their heads, revealing expressions of shame.
Yue Mingtang frowned and said, "Rou'er, why are you saying all this?"
Yue Rou said, "Grandpa, it's been thirty years, it's time for you to rest."
"Besides, it wasn't your initiative to sell the clinic this time."
"If you don't sell it soon, those people will come knocking on your door."
"These neighbors will probably stay far away again, just like last time."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of some of the neighbors around them immediately turned ugly.
Ye Chen was somewhat surprised to hear this. It seemed that there was another reason behind the sale of Anguo Medical Clinic.
Ye Chen looked at Hua Jinfang beside him, a questioning look in his eyes.