The female president's fierce medical son-in-law

When some old people heard Jiang Zhilin say such words, they also looked at him in surprise, not quite understanding.

Jiang Zhilin became even more angry, and said impatiently:
"Stop talking nonsense. Either pay for it or treat people. If you can't cure them, just leave. There is no room for negotiation."

Wei Honglin was so speechless that he felt sorry for Lin Tong.

"Sister Honglin, don't be angry."

Only then did Lin Tong speak:
"Dr. Jiang saw that I was young and didn't have confidence in my medical skills. If I bought this clinic, it might kill someone, so he used this method to scare me away."

"If I can't afford that much money, but I can cure his granddaughter's illness, it means that I have good medical skills, and he can rest assured that the medical center will give it to me, isn't Dr. Jiang?"

"Doctor Jiang looks indifferent and severe, and his mouth is open like a lion, but in fact he still has a heart of kindness."

Hearing what Lin Tong said, Wei Honglin glanced at him, feeling suspicious, can you cure this incurable disease?
More than a dozen old people also suddenly realized and nodded.

"You boy, you are very good at trying to figure out people's hearts, but it's a pity that you speak nicely, but you don't have real skills in your hands. Is it meaningful to say it like this?"

Jiang Zhilin looked up at Lin Tong, and said coldly:

"You guys better go, don't hinder me from seeing patients."

As he spoke, he let go of the white-haired old woman's hand, picked up a pen and prescribed medicine for her.

Lin Tong knew that it was time to make a move, and said calmly:
"If I'm not wrong, this patient's pulse condition is slow and weak, his mouth is dry, his eyes are dry, his nose is dry and his face is red, and he often feels vomiting in his stomach."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhilin stopped writing instantly, and looked at Lin Tong in disbelief. This kid did not diagnose the patient, but he spoke so accurately!
He put down the pen in his hand and looked at Lin Tong again:

"You diagnosed her with typhoid fever, which is consistent with the old man's diagnosis. You are still a little capable, no wonder you want to open a medical clinic."

Wei Honglin's eyes lit up, Jiang Zhilin's words showed that Lin Tong's guess was right.

"I still know you. What medicine are you going to prescribe for her?"

Jiang Zhilin was shocked, his eyes were sharp:

"What medicine should I give her?"

Lin Tong calmly said:

"A traditional Chinese medicine, commonly known as Baihu Decoction. Its ingredients are 25 grams of gypsum, [-] grams of Zhimu, [-] grams of licorice, and [-] grams of japonica rice."

After Lin Tong said these few words, the smile on Jiang Zhilin's face froze for a moment. What Lin Tong said was exactly the same as the prescription he prescribed, no matter the name of the medicine or the dosage.

Looking at Jiang Zhilin's expression, the old people knew that Lin Tong's guess was right, and they were even more curious about Lin Tong.

Where did this young man come from, with such superb medical skills?

But Jiang Zhilin still didn't believe that Lin Tong had such good medical skills. He quietly handed over the prescription he had prescribed to the white-haired old woman, and then checked the pulse of another black old man.

The old man was in his teens, with disheveled hair, thin facial features, sunken eyes, and his left hand tightly clutching his abdomen.

After a while, Jiang Zhilin wanted to test Lin Tong further, he raised his head and looked at Lin Tong:

"Come on, let's see what's wrong with him?"

While talking, he wrote out a prescription with a pen and held it in his hand to prevent Lin Tong from seeing it.

With a serious face, Lin Tong stretched out his hand to hold the old man's wrist, and immediately let go:

"The patient's abdomen is a little distended, he can't sleep at night, his tongue is thick, his food is tasteless, he has a headache, his eyes are astringent, and his lips are chapped. He is suffering from damp-heat disease of the spleen."

"The prescription you prescribed should be Qingpi Decoction. I'm not wrong. It contains Poria cocos, orange peel, grass fruit, osmanthus heart, angelica dahurica, licorice and pinellia."

Lin Tong told Jiang Zhilin's diagnosis in one breath, and then told him the prescription and dosage one by one.

Wei Honglin and several patients stretched out their necks to see the prescription in Jiang Zhilin's hand.

Jiang Zhilin had no choice but to put the prescription on the table. When everyone saw it, Lin Tong said that the score was not bad.

"This young man is really powerful. Dr. Jiang's diagnosis and prescription are all right."

"Yeah, I even know how to use medicine. It's really better than blue."

"He felt the pulse and released it at the touch of a finger. This level of medical skills is really incredible!"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Jiang Zhilin was not angry, but a gleam of light appeared on his face:
"Young man, I have to admit that you are really powerful."

Lin Tong smiled humbly and couldn't hold back the truth:
"The prescription you prescribed is the right medicine. There should be nothing wrong with it, but it can't cure the old man's disease."

Jiang Zhilin was startled, his face darkened:

"Really? Then tell me, what prescription can cure his disease?"

He admits that Lin Tong is powerful, but it doesn't mean that he can be questioned and denied, so where will his old face be put?How will you treat people in the future?

Although his reputation is not as good as that of Hua Shengde, he is one of the few old Chinese doctors in Zhong Hai.

Lin Tong smiled lightly and said:

"Your prescription can indeed cure the old man's damp-heat disease, but you ignored his other problem, which is constipation."

"If the residue from the traditional Chinese medicine cannot be excreted in time, it will only accumulate in the abdomen. This is a temporary solution, not the root cause, so another medicine should be added."

Everyone was shocked, and they all looked at Jiang Zhilin.

Jiang Zhilin looked embarrassed, and said coldly: "What medicine?"

Lin Tong picked up a pen and wrote two words on a piece of prescription paper: "Rhubarb!"

Jiang Zhilin's body trembled, his face froze, and then he let out a long sigh:
"I'm completely convinced!"

Many patients became excited, looked at each other, and whispered.

"Little genius doctor, I have cervical spondylosis, can you help me see it?"

Before Jiang Zhilin could express his emotions and make a decision, a tall, skinny middle-aged man came up:

"I have been troubled by this disease for many years, and I have to see it almost every week."

Lin Tong glanced at him and said calmly:

"Your illness is not difficult, I will treat it right away."

As he spoke, he walked behind the middle-aged man and used his "spiritual stone hand" stunt to massage his cervical spine on the spot.

But he has a good sense of proportion and never over-massages and massages.He put his hands on the middle-aged man's shoulders, at the cervical spine, and massaged them in place.

There was only a "quack" sound, and the middle-aged man kept crying out in pain. After a while, Lin Tong let go of his hand:
"How do you feel now?"

The middle-aged man twisted his shoulders, shook his head and neck, and was immediately ecstatic:

"It's really much better. I don't feel so much pain in my cervical spine, and there's still a warm current rising inside."

Lin Tong made another move and massaged him for the second time, and there was another "quack" sound.

Lin Tong stopped, and the middle-aged man shouted:
"It's so comfortable, it's really so comfortable. I haven't experienced this feeling for many years."

"But it's only half healed. The cervical spine has been damaged for many years, and I still need to take some medicine."

Lin Tong said, wrote a prescription on a piece of prescription paper, and handed it to the middle-aged man:

"In a month, your illness will completely disappear."

The middle-aged man was extremely excited, and thanked him repeatedly: