Chapter 8

night.

Lin Xi lay contented on the sofa, picking her teeth and shaking her slender legs.

Ye Mo looks at his nose and heart, and brushes the bowl honestly.

Since he cooked well, Linxi, who had never been at home, waited for dinner on time every day.

While ye Mo was washing the dishes, Linxi glanced at Ye Mo secretly.

Although they don't have any feelings, she found that ye Mo is not as unpleasant to her eyes as before after ye Mo learned how to cook.

"What time do you go to the hospital tomorrow?"

"Eight o'clock."

"Oh."

After a simple conversation, both of them were silent.

This seemingly ordinary daily conversation between husband and wife has never existed before.

Linxi frowned slightly. She suddenly found that she had a comfortable feeling for this "home".

And even took the initiative to talk to Ye Mo, who was too lazy to talk to her.

After cleaning up the kitchen, ye Mo dried his hands and went back to his room.

He feels weird.

At that moment, his heart seemed to put down his hatred and become relaxed.

In the living room, Linxi was holding her jade legs and thinking about what had happened in the past few days.

Early the next morning, ye Mo rushed to the traditional Chinese Medicine Department of the hospital and went through the entry formalities. Although the Lin family despised him at all, they still gave Ye mo the title of Intern Doctor for his face.

After all, Lin Jiayuan, who is actually in power in the Ministry of traditional Chinese medicine, is nominally Ye Mo's second uncle. He can't keep his face from letting his relatives do chores.

After going through the formalities, no one paid any attention to Yemo.

Lin Jiayuan has no arrangements for him at all.

Ye Mo looks at the white coat he is wearing and is a little distracted.

When I first studied medicine with master, I dreamed of such a day.

Put on a white coat to heal the sick and save people, and be a great doctor of the generation.

But I didn't expect to wear this uniform in the hospital for the first time for such an absurd reason.

The Department of traditional Chinese medicine usually receives very few visits. Now both hospitals and patients pay attention to western medicine, so the whole department of traditional Chinese medicine is very cold.

Yemo suddenly feels rather boring and wants to go out for a walk.

But just after two steps, a big man hurried in from the outside with a young boy on his back. I can't see what's wrong with the young man, but I can hear his painful groans from a distance.

"Little brother, please do me a favor and help him. I'll hang up the emergency number!"

The big man was sweating all over his head. He looked around in the hall. Suddenly he came to Ye Mo and begged Ye Mo with his eyes.

"No problem! A little help!"

Yemo quickly stretched out his hand and helped the young man down carefully.

"Thank you, little brother. You're a good man!" The big man bowed to Zeng Yi and ran to register.

Yemo saw that the young man's foot was injured. His left foot was completely naked. The original smooth instep bulged out a big bag. It was terrible in shape and dark blue and purple.

With the naked eye, I can feel that there seems to be a hard object on top of the big bag, just like a huge earthworm lurking under the surface, but it may break through the earth at any time.

Yemer asked, "what's the matter with your foot?"

The young man was sweating with pain, and his back was wet. When he heard Ye Mo's question, he shivered back.

"I... I installed an air conditioner for someone and accidentally fell... Fell downstairs and fell. That's it. It seems that the bone inside is broken!"

Yemo realized that the hard things in the bag were bones, not anything else.

He squatted down, gently kneaded and rubbed the young man's feet, and felt the bones inside. After a moment, he stood up, thought carefully, and was ready to say his conclusion.

"Young man, are you going to have a diagnosis?"

Just then, an old man in Tang costume who had just entered the gate of the Ministry of traditional Chinese medicine came forward and asked.

"Yes, my orthopedic master taught me."

Seeing that the old man didn't answer, ye Mo replied.

"You are a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine when you are young. Which pulse do you have? Classic prescription? Typhoid fever? Warming and tonifying?"

The old man in Tang costume was not sent away in a few words, but continued to ask questions.

After hearing this, ye Mo immediately looked back at the old man in Tang costume.

The old man has a ruddy complexion and full of confidence.

Although he has white hair, he is strong and looks very healthy.

"The old gentleman has offended me before."

Yemo clapped his hands and hit the head.

Before, he focused on the young man's feet and didn't care much about the old man in Tang costume.

But as soon as the old man opened his mouth, he knew that this elder who always knew a lot about traditional Chinese medicine was a fellow Chinese with him.

Otherwise, an ordinary old man will never know one of the eight gates of the Jianghu: surprise, fatigue, floating, volume, wind, fire, nobility, and fatigue, which represents traditional Chinese medicine.

I'm never going to ask the professional question of which school Ye Mo is.

Moreover, ye Mo smelled that the old man had a trace of medicine smell only from the old traditional Chinese medicine. He would only carry it when he was with herbs all the year round.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, old man. I'm just curious."

The old man seemed very happy to see ye Mo's head inspector. He seemed very satisfied that ye Mo followed the tradition of the older generation.

"Senior, I learned my medical skills from master. It's not a big school. Each school has some roots."

Ye Mo seemed very happy to see his fellow man, so he answered cheerfully.

"Oh? I don't know my home..."

Before the old man continued to ask questions, the man who went to hang up the emergency room stumbled back.

"The orthopedic emergency doctor asked me to take my brother to take a film. Thank you, little brother."

The big man was rashly about to go over and help the young man who hurt his foot, but ye Mo raised his hand and stopped him.

"The orthopedic doctor of the Ministry of traditional Chinese medicine asked you to take a film?"

Yemo feels that there may be something wrong with his hearing.

Traditional Chinese medicine has always paid attention to the correct type of bone.

In the era of no X-ray, the elders of traditional Chinese medicine practiced hand Kung Fu for several years. They can clearly know where the patient's bone injury is and how to treat it.

But when will orthopedic doctors identify bone injuries through X-rays?

"Hum... It's just a watch!"

The old man in Tang costume also looked very angry. He glanced at the position of orthopedics and snorted coldly.

"What? Little brother, don't I have to take a film on my brother's feet?"

The big man was confused by the attitude of Ye Mo and the old man in Tang costume.

"Of course I have to take a film, and I think the injury must be operated on, and it's a major operation!"

As if he remembered something, Yemo suddenly pointed to the patient's feet with a serious face.

"The foot bone protrusion itself is not serious, but the position of this protrusion is really too bad. The bone just withstands the nerve lines and blood vessels. My opinion is to amputate the foot before the condition worsens. Cut off this foot. It's better to have a long pain than a short pain!"

As soon as this remark came out, the old man in Tang costume didn't pay attention and almost broke his beard.

However, seeing ye Mo secretly wink, he didn't interrupt Ye Mo's absurd inference.

But the two brothers didn't know it. At this time, they were completely shocked by Ye Mo's words.

They eat by selling their strength. They can't bear waste legs or feet.

"Don't believe it. This is a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. If you don't believe it, ask the old man if he wants to amputate his limbs."

Yemo winked at the old man again.

"Ah... Ah... Yes, I have to amputate!"

The old man in Tang costume was obviously stunned, but he believed ye Mo and cooperated with him.

The big man immediately softened his legs and almost fell to the ground. The injured young man also looked like death, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was dashed.