◎Old man?◎
Since Shen Zhiyi wanted to continue to study Chinese medicine, Yan Xiu would help if he could.
It just so happened that Yan Xiu traveled through a world and became the disciple of the slandered medical saint. Yan Xiu's mission was to wash away the injustice of the original owner and become the successor of the Divine Doctor Valley. Yan Xiu certainly completed it beautifully, and later even exchanged ideas with the doctors of the Imperial Hospital. He figured out the secrets of each family.
It is no exaggeration to say that among the current Chinese medicine, no one can compare to Yan Xiu in theory, let alone in practice.
After all, what Yan Xiu remembered in his mind was the medical classics that had never been discontinued. Shen Zhiyi said that his brain was a priceless treasure, which was not an exaggeration at all.
Shen Zhiyi also knew that the opportunity was rare, so she put in 120% of her efforts, staring at Yan Xiu with burning eyes, not allowing herself to be distracted for a second.
Yan Xiu couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you so serious? There's no need. If you don't understand, just ask me again."
Shen Zhiyi shook her head quickly, "That won't work. I have to push myself to my full potential. I have such a unique doctor to guide me one-on-one. If I don't know how to cherish it, other medical experts will come and hit me to death with medical books if they know about it."
Yan Xiu felt a lot more relaxed after hearing what she said.
In fact, Rong Mei's talent in traditional Chinese medicine is not low. As the saying goes, as long as you choose the right major, you can take the college entrance examination every year. Medical students are such an exciting major, and the books to memorize can be piled up as high as this. If any brave man dares to wait until the end of the semester to cram, he will be bravely failed.
Marking out the key points? There is no such thing. If you dare to ask the teacher to mark out the key points, you will be tortured by the teacher, "Will the patient get sick according to the key points I marked?"
In this major within a volume, Shen Zhiyi was able to beat the crowd and win the first place in the major, which proves her high talent and solid theoretical knowledge.
As long as you understand the theory and have ink in your belly, the rest is to rely on experience to judge the condition. The human body varies greatly, and everyone's life experience is different, and the pulse will also be slightly different. Experienced old Chinese medicine doctors can accurately determine where the patient has suffered hidden injuries from the pulse. They are all masters who combine theory with practice.
Medical profession, whether Chinese medicine or Western medicine, is not a profession that can be learned on paper. No matter how well you learn the theory, you have to see a doctor in person to get started.
This is also the reason why Shen Zhiyi is reluctant to leave Yan Xiu. Without rich experience, even if Yan Xiu teaches Shen Zhiyi step by step, Shen Zhiyi is likely to grow into a medical Zhao Kuo.
While Yan Xiu was prescribing the medicine for Shen Zhiyi, Shen Zhiyi would often ask some mind-blowing questions, which made Yan Xiu shake his head and laugh. For example, Shen Zhiyi looked at Yan Xiu holding the needle with sparkling eyes and asked him expectantly, "Is the acupuncture technique in the past really that powerful? Can it cure paralysis?"
"Which marketing account did you read this article?" Yan Xiu was helpless. "Acupuncture is indeed magical, but it is not yet able to completely cure paralysis. However, if the doctor has superb acupuncture skills and the patient is very cooperative, it is no problem to cure hemiplegia and enable the patient to walk with crutches. I have cured many such patients."
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