ally, the leadership at Renhe Hall had said something about it a couple times but later saw that after watching Old Yue prepare medicine, the apprentices' enthusiasm for work skyrocketed so decided to...Chapter 675: Group Diagnosis

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yu and Director Lin quickly got up from their seats and walked towards the elderly person who had fainted.

After walking over, Xiao Yu observed the elderly man who was being supported by his family as he collapsed. He swiftly pinched the philtrum with his fingers.

"Ah—" Moments later, the elder let out a long breath and opened his tightly closed eyes.

The old man woke up and took a brief rest before being helped up by his family. The old man's spouse and son did not show any signs of panic, clearly indicating that this situation was somewhat routine for them.

"Thank you, thank you doctor!" Once the elder was upright, the whole family thanked Xiao Yu and the others.

Regardless of past outcomes under Director Lin's care, these doctors had now offered assistance. The family felt compelled to express their gratitude.

Hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Director Lin’s face. After years in practice, he had failed to retain the faith of one patient, a significant blow indeed. Truthfully speaking, it was impossible for any doctor to cure every illness, even if an incarnation of medical deities could not handle everything.

Director Lin should not feel this way, but recalling his previous interaction with this patient, he had assured them that taking his herbal medicine for a month would solve their issue. Now, the family's condition hadn't improved and they were openly voicing it, especially in front of Xiao Yu; how could his pride remain unscathed

"Old sir, let me have a look!" Upon hearing the family’s thanks, Xiao Yu nodded and addressed the elderly man.

Hearing this, the elder's family looked puzzled. Although they came from rural areas, they had seen many doctors before and understood that traditional Chinese medicine usually favored older practitioners. Yet here was someone so young—how could their skepticism not arise

Previously, when seeking medical help and encountering a doctor of such young age, they would often bypass him, considering him likely an inexperienced intern.

It wasn't easy for them to come to the city, so naturally, they wanted to find a better doctor. Otherwise, spending more money would be a minor issue; however, if their illness was delayed due to unsatisfactory treatment, that could become a major problem. In their minds, regardless of whether it was traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, these young doctors started by issuing tickets for blood tests and sometimes didn't even ask questions. If you asked them anything, they would just say, "Wait for the results!"

Actually, these rural folks weren’t afraid if the doctor spoke rudely. They just wanted to hear an analysis of their illness and be given some confidence in getting better rather than being met with cold words. In this respect, some older doctors did a better job, which was also why they sought out those seasoned experts.

Xiao Yu noticed their confusion but didn't rush them. When it came to seeing a doctor, especially in a hospital setting, if the patient believed in the doctor's abilities, then treatment could be effective; otherwise, even if medicine was prescribed, its efficacy would be compromised because patients might not take their medication as diligently as needed.

The elderly man looked at his wife and son and steeled himself before sitting down next to Xiao Yu’s desk. "Then please help me look over it, doctor."

This elderly man didn't originally want Xiao Yu or Director Lin to see him, but after they had helped him earlier, he felt uncomfortable rejecting Xiao Yu's offer outright. Hence, he decided to let Xiao Yu examine him and would decide later whether or not to follow the advice.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Xiao Yu’s face.

"Doctor, here are our previous diagnosis results!" After seeing the elderly man sit down, the young person beside him quickly placed his medical records in front of Xiao Yu and took out a stack of various test reports and X-rays from a bag, placing them on Xiao Yu's table as well.

Seeing the elder sitting next to Xiao Yu, Director Lin looked over too. Not only he but also other nearby doctors gathered around, waiting for Xiao Yu’s diagnosis. Firstly, they wanted to see if Xiao Yu was truly skilled given his young age and secondly, should he indeed be a master doctor, they hoped to learn something.

Even someone like Director Lin had learned medicine in school and then relied on medical books and learning from veteran doctors at the hospital to reach where he is today.

All these doctors were similarly self-taught as few came from families with a history of traditional Chinese medicine, so they rarely worked in public hospitals. Therefore, most TCM practitioners in such hospitals were graduates without an established lineage or background in traditional medicine.

Because of this situation, every time an expert doctor visited for consultations, these doctors hoped to learn something from them since it might take half a year or even longer just by studying books alone.

Xiao Yu looked up and saw Director Lin and others watching him. He paused slightly before not taking the elderly man's pulse but instead flipping through his medical records.

When Xiao Yu flipped to the last page, he found a prescription and diagnosis written by Director Lin inside. After looking over Director Lin's diagnosis, Xiao Yu said to Director Lin and the other doctors: "Please diagnose this patient and write down your diagnostic results and treatment plan!"

The doctors were puzzled when they heard Xiao Yu’s words but did not say anything else. They looked at each of the patient's test data and diagnostic results.

As he watched them, Xiao Yu could not help shaking his head when none of these doctors checked for a pulse or observed the patient's complexion.

Though they were in the department of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), these doctors did not count as pure TCM practitioners anymore. They had already adopted more Western medicine approaches, which was understandable given their education backgrounds, during which time Xiao Yu and his peers learned mostly about Western medicine with a minority of TCM knowledge.

After the doctors reviewed the patient’s test results, a forty-something-year-old middle-aged doctor finally walked over to take the pulse. Some other doctors even used stethoscopes to listen to the lungs.

The elderly man and his family did not say anything. Maybe more doctors would help them find the cause of the illness; moreover, it was also equivalent to a consultation meeting. Furthermore, Xiao Yu was too young for them to trust him completely, so this way worked out perfectly well without issues arising.

After all these doctors finished their examinations with their own methods, they wrote down their treatment plans.

Awaited until the doctors were done writing, then Xiao Yu picked up those medical records and looked over them before turning to look at Director Lin.

The moment Director Lin saw Xiao Yu looking at him, he was taken aback. He did not expect that there would still be something concerning himself.

Could it be that Xiao Yu is just a show-off wondered Director Lin in confusion. Despite his puzzlement, he made no indication on the surface.

Director Lin took the patient’s pulse and observed their tongue coating before reviewing all sorts of test results on the desk; there was no way around it—though he was a TCM practitioner, over decades of working at the hospital, he had gotten accustomed to relying on medical equipment.

Moreover, in the early days when the hospital wanted to increase revenue, they asked doctors to prescribe more test orders and various imaging tests. Even Xiao Yu's department could not escape this fate; it was from then that he started to depend on these devices too. But over time, he gradually realized that TCM cannot improve if one relies too much on equipment.

However, over the years, he has not been able to overcome his habit of relying on imaging and lab results. These days, however, for safety's sake, he first diagnoses with traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) before looking at the lab reports and other test results.

In fact, he forgot that while TCM can complement Western medicine, they are relatively independent disciplines.

Imaging and lab results can reveal where a patient's condition lies, but they cannot determine why it has arisen or what its root cause is. This requires diagnosis by TCM practitioners.

The ideal scenario would be perfect integration of TCM and Western medicine; however, if this fails, the doctor will become confined within narrow boundaries, limiting progress in both fields.

Seeing that Chief Doctor Lin had finished diagnosing the patient, Xiao Yu asked him: "What do you think, Chief Doctor"

Hearing Xiao Yu's question, Chief Doctor Lin frowned slightly and mused for a moment before saying: "My conclusion is similar to my previous one. His condition is caused by internal yin deficiency; hence, the treatment should focus on nourishing and replenishment."

After hearing this, Xiao Yu nodded and gently placed his hand on the old man's wrist to take his pulse.

A minute later, Xiao Yu withdrew his hand and asked Chief Doctor Lin: "What do you think of his pulse"

Chief Doctor Lin thought for a moment and shook his head at Xiao Yu. During the pulse-taking process, he did not sense any particular differences.

"Chief Doctor, please check again if the right cun (radial) and guan (palmar) pulses are hard, solid, and slippery." Upon seeing Chief Doctor Lin's shake of his head, Xiao Yu spoke to him once more.

Hearing Xiao Yu's words, Chief Doctor Lin frowned slightly. 'What is he doing Is he trying to step on my toes little by little' With this thought, a look of displeasure crossed his face; nonetheless, he did not stop but placed his hand on the old man’s right cun and guan pulses, carefully feeling for any changes in the pulse.

After a while, Chief Doctor Lin's expression changed to one of astonishment. When checking the pulses earlier, he had found that indeed, the old man’s right cun and guan pulses were hard, solid, and slippery, almost splitting his fingers apart. However, the rest of the pulse readings were ordinary.o Xiao Yu, who collected and put away the payment. This was his first fee since starting Wan Sheng Tang.Xiao Yu told these female students' parents they could rest anywhere in the room as long as they...