Ye Qingqing stretched out **** to hold the dean's wrist, and listened to her for a while. She had a general idea in her heart. The dean and other teachers couldn't help but believe her when they saw her skillful posture, but they were still skeptical about her medical skills. .
TCM becomes more and more popular as it gets older. When they go to TCM, they will definitely trust older doctors more. Young TCM doctors are definitely not good at medicine. This is what most people think.
Ye Qingqing was so young, and no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a doctor who helped save lives and wounds, so it was difficult for them to be convinced.
The dean also thought the same way, so he didn't hold out much hope, mainly because what Ye Qingqing said was very useful to him, and measuring the pulse was nothing, so give him some face!
"Director, your health is really good. There is no major problem. It's just that the humidity is too heavy and you have a back injury. It should be an old injury when you were young. said.
The dean was originally calm, but he became more and more shocked when he heard the back. His waist was indeed injured. When he was in his early twenties, he rolled down the hillside. At that time, he fainted from the pain and lay on the bed for half a month. , as if the waist was broken.
At that time, the family was so poor that they could not afford to eat, how could they have money to go to the hospital, and he had many brothers and sisters. His mother gave birth to six. To put it in a bad way, he had one and five more!
In the era of national famine, children were not so precious, they lived if they survived, and died if they couldn't survive. Everyone was hungry and became numb to life.
However, he was very lucky. After lying down for half a month and applying some herbs, he slowly recovered. He didn't feel it when he was young, but in recent years, he always had back pain. He also went to the hospital for treatment, but the effect was not very good.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qingqing could see it just by measuring her pulse. She was really capable.
"I have been injured, can this be cured?" The dean of the school has more hope. He heard that a good bone-setting doctor can cure his waist injury, but there are too few good doctors, and he has found it so far.
"Of course it can be cured, as long as you continue to massage, and then take my pills, I will send you up the mountain to fight tigers!" Ye Qingqing patted her chest and assured.
She has to curry favor with the dean. This dead girl, Wuchen, is too troublesome. Who knows if she will make another mistake next time and curry favor with the dean, so she can make an excuse in the future!
"Well, I'll massage you first, you'll definitely have an unusual feeling, come here without dust!" Ye Qingqing decided to show her hands.
However, it is inconvenient for her to massage now when she is pregnant, so let Wuchen replace it. This girl and Ye Mingcheng learned to massage, she reported the acupuncture points, and it was no problem to supervise them on the side.
Although the dean of teaching was still dubious, he wanted to get better too much, so he obeyed Ye Qingqing's words and obediently lay down. Fortunately, he put a wire bed in the office, because he often had to step in the middle of the night and spend the night in the office.
"Mingmen point, Dumai point, Jiaji point... Shenshu point... Paida in sequence (fabricated)."
Ye Qingqing reported a long list of acupoint names, which sounded serious, and everyone believed it for a while, and all stared at Wuchen's hand. This girl shot faster than a bachelor who was single for 20 years. I patted it a few times on the waist, and it took a lot of effort.
The dean didn't feel the pain, but felt a warm back in his lower back, so comfortable that he wanted to sleep. After a while, a deafening snoring sounded, and the dean fell asleep on his stomach.