It seems that you are going to flee from famine, don't be anxious or panic

Doctor Jiang said, "This young man Ning is here to help treat the plague. He's the perfect fit."

"He cures the plague? Is that true?" The man widened his eyes in disbelief.

So many people have been coming in and out of the clinic these days, all seeking medical treatment. They have taken a lot of medicine and spent a lot of money, but no one has been completely cured.

Now Doctor Jiang says that the guy in front of him can cure the epidemic. Why is it so hard to believe?

At this time, Ning Yan asked, "You look a little sallow and weak. You occasionally cover your abdomen with your hand while talking. Are you having abdominal pain? Have you been going to the toilet frequently recently? Is there any blood in your stool?"

The man's face flushed red after hearing Ning Yan's words. He lowered his head and said embarrassedly, "You...you, brother, how can you be so shameless?"

He actually asked about such a private matter as bloody stool in public. He had originally made an appointment with Dr. Jiang because this matter was really difficult to talk about, so he planned to go to the private room for consultation. He didn't expect that this guy would point it out directly. It was too embarrassing.

Ning Yan didn't care about his embarrassment. There was no gender in front of a doctor.

However, after hearing what the man said, he knew that his guess was almost right, so he said to the man: "You probably have dysentery, which is quite serious.

The prescription you can use is: 1 liang of honeysuckle, 6 qian of raw peony root, 3 qian of licorice, 2 qian of Panax notoginseng, and 60 grains of Brucea javanica. The usage is to first dissolve Panax notoginseng and Brucea javanica in sugar water and take them, and then boil the remaining herbs into a decoction and take them.

Take it twice a day, and after the symptoms have improved, you can take the conditioning decoction later. "Doctor Jiang, am I right?"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Jiang motioned for the man to stretch out his hand and took his pulse. Then he nodded with appreciation and gave an affirmative answer. Ning Yan's diagnosis was good and the prescription was completely correct.

Then, still unwilling to give up, he asked again, "Little Brother Ning, are you really sure you won't come to Huichun Hall? It would be a shame if you didn't use your talent to benefit the people."

Seeing that Doctor Jiang was trying to recruit another person, Huo Yan refused without waiting for Ning Yan's reply. "No, my wife likes to stay home with me."

They have enough food and drink now, so he doesn't want Ah Jian to come here every day to face these stinky men and discuss these private issues.

Doctor Jiang was so angry about Huo's words that he snorted, "Hmph, he has no ambition and is too chauvinistic. Such excellent medical skills are wasted."

Huo? gave him a look that said, "Don't even think about snatching my wife away from me." Ning Yan smiled and said nothing.

Doctor Jiang then looked at the man and said, "Just follow this prescription and get the medicine. Get a course of treatment first, and then continue treatment based on your recovery."

Seeing that Ning Jian could guess his condition without even taking his pulse, the man immediately looked at him with new eyes and his attitude improved a lot. Now, hearing Doctor Jiang's answer, he hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, thank you, Doctor Jiang, and thank you, young man."

After saying that, he walked straight outside. He wanted to go to the toilet again, and he had to find a toilet quickly to solve his physiological problem.

"Wait a minute." Ning Yan shouted when he saw him about to leave.

"Do, what?" The man held his breath and said with difficulty, covering his abdomen with his hands.

"Do you have those small white blisters near the base of your fingers and the base of your thumb? Do they itch? Are they contagious?" Ning Yan asked.

After hearing Ning Yan's words, the man unconsciously raised his hand to take a look, and then asked in surprise: "How do you know? This thing on my hand does itch often, especially at night.

It is indeed contagious. I only had it on my hands before, but later I found quite a lot on my body, and my family members were also infected by me."

He had been to the clinic before, but he saw a different doctor. After taking several medicines, there was no effect, so he simply gave up. After all, it was just a little itchy, and it would go away if he scratched it and endured it.

Doctor Jiang took a look at the man's hand and asked curiously, "Brother Ning, what's wrong with him?"

I don’t seem to be familiar with this disease and cannot treat it accordingly.

"It's just a skin disease, not a serious illness, but it's very uncomfortable when it itches. It's usually caused by a damp or unclean environment. Just apply some ointment." Ning Yan explained.

This disease didn't seem to have a specific name, but it was a kind of skin disease. He only knew that a child of a relative had had it before, and his grandfather mixed a tube of sulfur ointment and a bottle of dermatitis cream, then applied it on the body and it cured him.

There is no Psoriasis Cream here, but you can use some anti-inflammatory drugs instead. As for sulfur ointment, I don’t know if you have it here. It’s okay if you don’t have it, Ning Jian can make it himself.

"What kind of ointment is this?" Doctor Jiang asked curiously.

"Does the clinic sell sulfur ointment?" Ning Yan asked.

"No." Doctor Jiang shook his head.

He knew about sulfur, but had never heard of sulfur ointment.

"Then, young man, can you make it? Is it expensive? Can you sell me a bottle? I can pay you." The man said anxiously after hearing this.

The hotter the weather is, the more itchy the disease on his skin becomes. It sticks to his sweaty clothes and he wants to scratch it anytime and anywhere. He can't stand it anymore.

If this guy can cure this disease, he will be very grateful.

"Okay, I'll be ready by then..." Ning Yan was interrupted by the person in front of him before he could finish his words.

"Then please make it quickly. I'll come to the clinic to get it from you in the next two days. I'm leaving now." Before the man could finish his words, he covered his stomach with his hands, hunched over, turned around and ran away.

After this person left, several people felt a faint smell of shit floating in the air.

. . . . .

There was a sudden awkwardness in the air.

At this time, Huo Yun, who was held in Huo Yun's arms, said with some disgust: "Dad, that uncle seemed to have pooped his pants just now, it stinks."

"It's enough for you to know, you don't have to say it out loud." Huo? taught him earnestly.

"Okay, I get it." Huo Yun said with a wrinkled nose.

The conversation between Huo and his son was quite loud. The man running in front staggered and almost fell to the ground after hearing it. In order to maintain his balance, his hands that were covering his stomach were forced to loosen a little, and he couldn't hold it in and almost pooped.

He didn't have time to explain to the people behind him. He really just farted a few times. Now he was just running forward. If he didn't go to the toilet, he would really poop in his pants.

They stood there in awkward silence for a few seconds before Han Ping spoke first, "I'm leaving now. Doctor Jiang, Brother Jian, I'll leave this place to you."

After saying that, he took the papers copied by the medicine boy and walked outside.

This clinic really shows all kinds of life.