Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 588 Diagnosis

Song Ying's tense heart relaxed, and he found that there was a lot of cold sweat on Zhou Dafu's hands. The cold feeling he had just felt came from this, not from the corpse or the evil spirit.

She breathed a sigh of relief and took his pulse, carefully feeling from 'lifting' to 'pressing'. The pulse under her finger was unhurried, but like a tired traveler walking slowly - the inch pulse seemed like a dew drop about to dry, and at first glance it seemed nothing serious. However, upon closer inspection, the deep part of the foot pulse was intermittent, like the lingering sound of a distant bell, and the force was not strong enough to penetrate.

She raised her eyes to look at Doctor Ma and said softly, "The left Cun pulse is as thin as a thread, but the rhythm is even; the Guan pulse is slightly stringy but not stiff; the Chi pulse is steady and powerful, and the foundation is intact."

Zhou Dafu asked expectantly, "So I really am sick?"

Song Ying's fingertips were still on his wrist, but she first touched his burning gaze. There was a flickering flame in his eyes, as if her words could extinguish it or help it spread.

She lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "Wait until we finish the examination."

Zhou Dafu nodded vigorously, "Okay, you guys check it out, you guys check it out."

Doctor Ma twisted his beard, his brows furrowed, "The right inch is slightly loose and floating."

"No way?" Song Ying was shocked. "How could the left and right Cunbu be so different?"

Doctor Ma moved his hand away and motioned for her to feel it herself.

Song Ying put one hand on Zhou Dafu's left hand and the other on his right hand, and took the pulse on both sides. Then she opened her mouth wide. The left and right inch pulses could be said to be completely opposite!

The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine states that qi flows through the meridians, and the meridian qi returns to the lungs, which in turn feed all the meridians. The lungs govern qi, and the heart governs blood. The left and right cun meridians (heart and lungs) are interconnected through the flow of qi and blood. How could there be such a stark contrast?

Lin Wenxuan was also very surprised and stepped forward and said, "Let me touch it too."

Song Ying stepped aside and took the patient's pulse with both hands. After feeling carefully for a while, he exclaimed, "How is this possible?"

Zhou Dafu didn't know any medical knowledge and didn't understand their reaction. He only cared about one thing: "So I'm really just sick?"

Song Ying glanced at Doctor Ma and carefully considered his words before answering, "The left cun points to the heart, the heart houses the spirit, and the brain is the seat of the primordial spirit.

Your Cun pulse is so abnormal, it may indeed be caused by damage somewhere in your brain."

She paused, her eyes sweeping across Zhou Dafu's uneasy face. "But you can't control the condition of your left hand and left foot. It looks like you have liver wind stirring, and your tendons and veins are not nourished. But I don't think it's right."

The left Guan pulse governs the liver, but the Guan pulse only has slight abnormalities and no obvious signs of disease.

As she spoke, she looked at Doctor Ma and said, "Uncle Master, I'm not sure. What about you?"

Doctor Ma stroked his graying beard and said in a deep voice, "I've been practicing medicine for decades, and it's rare to see such an unconventional pulse. I'll ask your master to come over tomorrow and see if she has any ideas."

Zhou Dafu's eyes dimmed for a moment. He looked down at his bound left hand and said bitterly, "I wonder where this doctor is currently seeing patients? If it's not far, I'll go over right away and save him the trouble of making the trip."

"My master lives not far away, on East Street. However, she has to go to the Shen Mansion to see a patient this afternoon, so she doesn't have time. You can come over tomorrow morning."

After a pause, she continued, "Your illness won't heal in a short time. You must be tired after your long journey. Find an inn to stay and rest for a night."

No matter how anxious Chow Tai Fook is, there is nothing it can do.

The next morning, when Song Ying and Dr. Lin arrived at the clinic in the morning dew, Zhou Dafu was already waiting in the clinic.

"Master Zhou, you're here so early."

Lin Wenxuan emerged from the inner room, holding a rag. Hearing this, he replied, "It wasn't just early; they arrived before daybreak. They were waiting outside without calling anyone, and it was only when Aunt Chen got up early to pour out the water for washing that they discovered them. Luckily, Aunt Chen had good eyesight, otherwise the basin of water would have been poured on them."

Zhou Dafu smiled and said, "I was worried about it at night and couldn't sleep, so I came here before daybreak.

When I got to the door, I realized I was so anxious, thinking you were probably still resting, so I waited outside. Hey, you know what? This morning street is truly fascinating. The old man selling tofu on the long street slowly set up his stall amid the scolding of his wife. The night watchman yawned as he walked back. The night incense collector hurried out of the city with his manure cart...

I, Old Zhou, am usually busy with business, so it's rare for me to see such a view. Even the dewdrops in the cracks of the bluestone slabs are refreshing."

Song Ying smiled, knowing he was anxious, and gave him a reassurance. "I told my master about your situation yesterday afternoon when I got home. She said she had seen similar cases in the notes of an ancient scholar. You are indeed ill, not possessed by evil spirits."

"Really?" Zhou Dafu leaned forward suddenly, and his right hand unconsciously gripped the armrest of the chair.

His sharp eyes, accustomed to years of checking accounts, stared at Doctor Lin without blinking, until the doctor nodded slightly. He then let out a long sigh, and his tense shoulders suddenly relaxed. "Finally..."

His throat rolled a few times, and he suddenly burst into laughter, so loud that the window frames trembled slightly. "I've been saying it before. I, Old Zhou, have spent my life building bridges and roads, and opening granaries to distribute grain. The money I donated to the Charity Bureau alone is enough to build three courtyards. How could God let me get into such a weird situation?"

Although the laughter was hearty, it could not hide the almost inaudible tremor deep in the voice.

"These past few years..." He suddenly stopped smiling, stroking the jade pendant on his waist with his right hand. "Everyone says that I, Chow Tai Fook, have suffered retribution. Even my most beloved grandson dares not approach me, fearing that he might be contaminated by evil spirits..."

There was a slight choke in his voice, only for a moment, and it was fleeting. If Song Ying hadn't listened carefully, it would have been easy to overlook it.

He said happily, "When I get back, I'll have a good talk with them. I, Old Zhou, have done nothing wrong in my life, so I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on my door!"

After he had muttered enough to himself and vented some of the bitterness he had suppressed over the years, Doctor Lin said, "Let me take your pulse first and tell you the truth. Your illness is caused by a blockage of the marrow channels and a lack of spiritual function. It's the result of a brain injury that damaged the internal meridians.

"But the human brain is so subtle, like the creation of heaven and earth, that even if Bian Que were reborn, he wouldn't dare to fully comprehend it. Current medical skills are ultimately limited."

Zhou Dafu's expression froze slightly, and he became nervous again.

Seeing Doctor Lin slowly walk over and sit down opposite, he hurriedly stretched out his hand for her to take his pulse.

Doctor Lin continued while taking the pulse, "In the notes of our ancestors, acupuncture with gold needles was often used to treat this type of disease. Some people recovered completely after acupuncture, some only experienced relief, and some showed no improvement at all.

The reason for this remains unresolved.

So I dare not boast that I can definitely cure your disease, I can only say that I will try my best. "

She withdrew her pulse-taking hand and took out a silver needle from the needle box. "If you accept, we can start the acupuncture today."

PS: I thought that Chinese medicine practitioners could not diagnose a brain fissure. After checking the information, I found that I underestimated our Chinese medicine practitioners. I made a small modification at the end of the previous chapter, changing the strong pulse to not very strong. This cannot be changed by anyone else on this website, so I will explain it here.