my luck is on

To pass the time, Wang Boyong had nothing to say and said, ""Brother, what kind of doctor are you? "

Lu Yang thought for a while and said, "I should be considered a Chinese medicine doctor."

"Chinese medicine?"

Wang Boyong showed an exaggerated expression and said, "Dude, are you kidding me? Are you really a Chinese medicine doctor?"

"Why, is learning Chinese medicine a strange thing?" Lu Yang asked.

"Strange is not surprising, but it has no future."

Wang Boyong curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Chinese medicine has gone from bad to worse these years, and the number of students enrolled in Chinese medicine colleges is not enough. In my opinion, in a few decades, Chinese medicine will be lost."

"Why is Chinese medicine so bad now?"

Lu Yang said puzzledly: "I see that there are quite a lot of Chinese medicine clinics on the street."

"Hehehe..."

Wang Boyong smiled wryly, and said, "Most of the traditional Chinese medicine clinics on the street are doing massage, cupping, and massage. If you expect them to cure your illness, it's better to look up the treatment method yourself on the Internet."

Seeing that Lu Yang claimed to be a Chinese medicine practitioner, but he didn't understand the current situation of Chinese medicine practitioners, Wang Boyong immediately became interested and asked, "Dude, you have studied Chinese medicine for several years, have you ever treated others?"

"I have treated a few patients, as for how many years I have studied..."

Lu Yang thought for a while, stretched out a finger, and said, "It's been about this long."

Wang Boyong nodded and said, "Ten years, yes."

But looking at Lu Yang's age, he should be 24 or [-], that is to say, he started learning Chinese medicine at the age of [-] or [-], presumably it should be a family tradition of medicine.

Lu Yang shook his head and said, "No, I studied for a month."

"what?!"

Wang Boyong was stunned, suspecting that he hadn't listened.

"I said, I studied for a month." Lu Yang laughed.

"Dude, stop making fun of me,"

Wang Boyong said old-fashionedly: "The main reason for the decline of Chinese medicine is that it relies too much on inheritance and experience. Unlike Western medicine, which can treat diseases independently after several years of systematic study, there are many schools of Chinese medicine and complex types. Let alone ten years, it will be 100 years. , and it is impossible to learn all the medical skills, you said you can cure a disease after learning for a month, don't be kidding."

Wang Boyong was not angry because of Lu Yang's words, but instead talked about the current situation of Chinese medicine.

The decline of Chinese medicine must be analyzed from multiple angles. In addition to the suppression of Western medicine, the reluctance of Chinese medicine to reform is also an important reason.

Western medicine sees a doctor through the cooperation of instruments and doctors, while Chinese medicine sees a doctor mainly depends on the doctor's experience.

In the past, it was nothing. With the improvement of the economic level of the Chinese people, distrust gradually arose in this way of seeing a doctor that relied entirely on experience.

Coupled with the innovation of Western medicine, the development of a large number of diagnostic machines, and various special medicines, Chinese medicine has gradually fallen behind in this competition.

Lu Yang seemed to understand, and asked, "You know so much, is it possible that you are also a Chinese medicine practitioner?"

"Do you think I look like you?"

Wang Boyong shrugged his shoulders and looked at Lu Yang with a strange expression.

"You look like."

Lu Yang said seriously, "You smell like herbs, which is something that Western medicine doesn't have."

"Oh, buddy, you can do it."

Wang Boyong gave a thumbs up and said: "Use the smell to smell the smell, and you can smell the traditional Chinese medicine on my body. You really have two brushes."

Lu Yang nodded and said, "How do you know that I use auscultation?"

Wang Boyong patted Lu Yang on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Brother, there are not many doctors who know how to look, hear, ask, and cut. I hope you don't regret learning Chinese medicine."

After that, Wang Boyong said curiously again: "Which old Chinese doctor did you learn your medical skills from?"

Lu Yang said: "I don't have a master, the medical skills are figured out by myself."

"I'll go, self-taught." Wang Boyong said in surprise.

"Probably." Lu Yang smiled.

His medical skills are given by the system, and this kind of thing must never be told to others.

"Mr. George please speak."

There was warm applause at the venue, and a foreign man with thick eyebrows and big eyes stepped onto the stage and said loudly: "Thank you to the Central Hospital for welcoming us with such a grand reception. In order to promote medical exchanges, we have a few questions and I would like to ask Ma Dean."

Hearing that George had something to say, Ma Junping stood up and said, "Mr. George, what's your question?"

"President Ma, it's not me who is looking for you with questions, but Dr. Andre from our delegation."

After finishing speaking, George said to a foreign doctor sitting in the first row: "Dr. Andre, please come to the stage and tell the problem to Dean Ma."

Dr. Andre is about 30 years old. Unlike ordinary foreigners, he can speak Chinese fluently.

Standing on the stage, Dr. Andre picked up the microphone and said straight to the point: "President Ma, when I was abroad, I heard that your hospital can cure any disease. I happen to have a difficult case in my hand, and I want to ask your hospital for help." Let me explain."

Seeing that the opponent made a move so quickly, Ma Junping was startled, and looked up and looked around.

Realizing that Lu Yang was sitting at the end, Ma Junping felt more at ease, and said with a smile, "Dr. Andre, please tell me."

Dr. Andre took the tablet from his own staff and connected the computer to the projector behind him.

After a while, a medical record written in Chinese and English appeared on the projector.

Andre pointed to the contents of the case and said: "President Ma, experts from the Central Hospital, this is a strange case I encountered. The patient suffered from severe skin ulcers. I have worked on his rehabilitation for several years. Sex therapy, unfortunately, has little effect, I would like to ask you to help me find out the cause of the patient's illness through the contents of the medical records."

Ma Junping immediately said: "Dr. Andre, no matter who it is, it is impossible to find out the cause of the patient's illness based on just one case. You'd better provide some more references for the condition."

Although Ma Junping is not engaged in front-line medical treatment, he is a doctor with a professional background after all. It is not difficult to see the above problems through the cases.

The medical record stated that the patient suffered from a skin disease, but did not mention any other concurrent reactions. Based on this alone, let alone Ma Junping, even if experts from the Kyoto National Hospital came, it would be impossible to find out the cause of the patient.

Seeing a doctor cannot be judged solely from the medical records. A series of examinations are required, as well as asking the patient and judging the condition comprehensively.

Only relying on one-sided words, no one can find out the cause of the patient's illness.

"Clap clap clap..."

Andre put down the microphone, raised his palm and clapped twice.

Immediately, the door of the auditorium was opened, and two foreign men walked in with the support of a frail old man.

Looking at the old man who was helped in, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ma Junping asked suspiciously, "Dr. Andre, who is he?"

Andre smiled and said, "Dean Ma, this is the patient himself. I brought the patient to you. You should be able to find out, right?"