Chapter 316

"It's really strange. Can you infer the symptoms of insomnia just from these?"

Qi Hongtai asked in surprise. Ye Mo's words completely broke his understanding of traditional Chinese medicine.

"In fact, it also needs to be dialectical. Although there is no pulse diagnosis, master wuqingzi is not full of yin deficiency and fire, and there is no sign of internal disturbance of phlegm and heat. If it is caused by emotion, it is not like the emotion and thinking of the person in charge of the three channels of heart, liver and spleen, but with master wuqingzi's detached personality, it is unlikely to worry about insomnia because of any trivial things."

Yemo explained in more detail.

"What the hell is going on?"

Qi Hongtai looked up and down at wuqingzi, and wanted to see if he could see what was wrong with each other at once.

"This needs to be asked specifically."

Ye mozhuan looked at wuqingzi and asked, "master, have you made any changes in your daily life recently, for example, what new furniture have you changed, and have you re laid your bed?"

Excluding the physical and emotional reasons, that is the environment. Some people are very sensitive to the environment. As long as the environment changes a little, they will not be able to sleep. For example, if they change a bed or the weather outside the window is bad and the temperature is wrong, they will not be able to sleep normally.

Wuqingzi shook his head after a little thought

"Nothing has changed. I don't particularly recognize the bed."

Ye Mo stroked his chin, thought carefully and said, "did master wuqingzi go abroad recently?"

Wuqingzi suddenly looked surprised. "Can you see this? I was invited by foreign friends last month. I went abroad!"

Ye Mo smiled. He had found the cause of wuqingzi's recent insomnia and said, "master wuqingzi, your situation, in the words of Western medicine, is called biological clock disorder. It's because the time difference has not been adjusted after returning from abroad, so it leads to insomnia."

"Isn't this nonsense?"

The old man surnamed Zhao frowned.

Several other people in the house also think that ye Mo's statement is biased. Isn't insomnia a disorder of the biological clock? In ancient times, there was a saying that the sunrise works and the sunset stops. It just said that you should work during the day and sleep at night. You can't sleep when you should sleep at night. It's not a disorder of the biological clock. What's that?

Ye Mo is too lazy to pay attention to the questions raised by the old man surnamed Zhao. All the people surnamed Zhao like to make jokes directly after others' words, and there is no need to answer them.

"How do you adjust this?"

Wuqingzi thought deeply and didn't care what the old man surnamed Zhao said, and then asked.

This biological clock is not a pendulum clock. It can be manually corrected if it runs disorderly. The human body has its own time point of operation. It will naturally feel sleepy when it is time to sleep.

The biological clock can only be adjusted through normal rest, and for those who can't adjust, they can only rely on drugs.

But the side effects of sleeping pills are obviously not suitable. After all, wuqingzi's status is there. Although he doesn't care, not everyone is qualified to let him take sleeping pills.

"This disease is very simple. I'll prescribe a prescription. Master, take three doses and you'll be fine."

Yemo chuckles.

"Is there a pen and paper?"

"Yes!"

Tang Long replied, and then touched his chest pocket. As a result, he felt empty. He was about to go out to help Ye Mo find a pen and paper, but he was stopped by an old man surnamed Zhao.

"No, what are you doing with that energy? Isn't there a pen and paper on the desk? Just write it on it."

The old man surnamed Zhao nuzui said to the desk in the quiet room with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"But this is a brush..."

As soon as Tang long looked in that direction, he immediately turned pale. Is it true that the study was completely arranged in accordance with the ancient style? Naturally, it is impossible to get a ball point pen and put it on the desk. The paper and pen in the mouth of the old man surnamed Zhao is actually rice paper and brush!

There are wordless banners hanging on the wall of the desk, and there are all kinds of four treasures of study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk. However, although this kind of thing is a Chinese tradition, few modern people can get started except those who have specially trained.

In particular, young people like Ye Mo, some of whom can't even follow the cat and draw the tiger, or even how to hold a pen, may make the same gesture as holding chopsticks.

Zong Hu, who has always been a quiet audience, sank again. This man surnamed Zhao can be regarded as extremely difficult for ye mo. wuqingzi is a master of calligraphy and painting. If ye Mo can't even hold a pen in front of him and write words like chicken claws, it will be great fun. The old man surnamed Zhao has no good intentions at all!

Ye Mo shook his head in silence. It's interesting that someone who has lived for most of his life should be so targeted at his younger generation.

"What are you doing? If you don't go, hurry to get paper and pen for ye Xiaoyou."

Old Tang glanced at Tang Long and scolded him.

"Hey, I'm distracted. I'll go now."

Tang Long hurried to pick him up.

However, in fact, Tang Long was distracted, but he couldn't go. Just now, the old man surnamed Zhao coerced more than ye mo. he circled him in and stopped him. If he left, he would appear rude. If he didn't go, he would roast Ye Mo on the fire.

"No, brother Tang. Since the pen and ink are here, you don't have to pick it up."

Tang Long was stopped again, but this time it was not others who stopped him, but ye mo.

Ye Mo gets up and walks to his desk. He takes a kettle and introduces some water into the inkstone. He takes up the inkstone and grinds it. He moves like a cloud and water without arrogance or impatience.

Wuqingzi nodded after seeing this scene. He was so forced. If he had been angry according to the temper of a normal person, or he was timid and flustered due to fear, but looking at the angle and speed of each other's ink grinding, it was obvious that there was no fluctuation in each other's heart at the moment, but a piece of peace.

Not to mention anything else, but just this nature of mind, it's not like an ordinary young man.

After grinding the ink, ye Mo chose a wolf hair pen. After being stained with the ink, he slightly adjusted his breath and began to write at one go.

"The lily calms the nerves and drinks, the lily is thirty, the perilla leaf is nine, and the water is fried."

After writing, ye Mo wrote his name at the signature office. After cutting it down, he directly handed it to wuqingzi, who had been waiting for a long time.

Wuqingzi's eyes brightened when he saw Ye Mo write. Although there was only a short line of words, the other party obviously poured his own spirit into his writing. From that momentum, there would be no mistake. After reaching out to take it, he brightened his eyes and directly praised it.

"Good word!"