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The four of them were battling with Chinese medicine, but after hearing Shi Lei's words, they all sank into deep thought.

The first one who thought it through was Peng Quantong. He suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed: "Not bad, this drinking and carving, are really good. I admit defeat in this round."

Old Wen also smiled and said, "Although the medicinal effects are swift and violent, it can indeed have miraculous effects."

"Compared to Wei Ling Xian, the Da Cheng Qi Soup can indeed cure the root of the illness faster, but it will also cause more serious injuries to the patient's body. I think it's the best choice for this round to come to a draw," said Bing Yonglin.

Shi Lei also nodded in agreement, "Although my recipe is innovative, it is too impatient and should be considered a draw."

"Alright." Peng Quantong said: "Since you said that, then I will not decline. Let's end this round as a draw."

Bing Yonglin said, "That question was like comparing the two of us. There is a diagnosis and a prescription, but the prescription is the main problem, so it is a draw." "Then, let's proceed with the second question, prescription as the main topic, and diagnosis as the secondary issue."

After saying the rules, Peng Zhaoyuan once again sent people to deliver the patient's waiting list.

This time, Peng Quantong still allowed Shi Lei to choose a number. Shi Lei rejected it and chose a number eight.

"Guo Xuejia, male, two years old." Peng Zhaoyuan reported the patient's information once again.

Child?

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. They never thought that there would be such a small patient.

Peng Zhaoyuan asked: "Do you want to change it?"

Peng Quantong waved his hand: "Please come up."

After a while, a young mother with a baby in her arms came up. The baby was pink and tender, and it lay in the mother's arms, crying and howling.

"What happened?" Shi Lei asked.

"A cold has caused pneumonia." The young mother tried her best to hold the child tightly, not letting him struggle as she spoke with an anxious expression.

The patient's family members knew what kind of illness they had, so there was no need for a diagnosis. They directly wrote down the prescription.

Peng Quantong sat on the chair and quickly wrote a prescription.

However, Shi Lei took the child from his young mother's embrace and gently kneaded his back, saying: "Take care to keep it warm, drink more boiling water, and frequently massage the child's back, earlobes, forearms, palms, feet, thighs, calves, and other areas. You must have light strength, 15 minutes every time, 3 to 5 times daily, don't do it for an hour after the meal. When children have improved immunity, this does not happen. "

Miraculously, under Shi Lei's massage, the child actually stopped crying and wailing, and laid quietly in's embrace. Her eyelids drooped down, making her look extremely cute.

"Thank you doctor, thank you." the young mother said gratefully.

Hearing Shi Lei's words, Peng Quantong who was just opening the brush, suddenly stopped.

After sitting there blankly for a moment, he rolled up the recipe he had just written and threw it into the wastebasket. Then he said with a wry smile, "I lost this round. I'm convinced of my loss."

"Grandfather, Shi Lei still hasn't opened his prescription." Peng Zhaoyuan said. Although he admired Shi Lei's medical skills, this did not mean that he wished for his grandfather to lose to Shi Lei as well.

Divine Needle Peng Quantong was the Peng Family's signature move. If he were to also lose, it would mean that the entire Divine Needle Family would be crushed by Shi Lei.

Hearing his grandson's words, Peng Quantong shook his head: "He has already opened the prescription. You need to remember, you don't need to write the prescription on paper and write it down. You need to learn more from Shi Lei, in terms of the way of Chinese medicine's modification, he is way too much stronger than me. "

Peng Zhaoyuan didn't quite understand: "Where is the change that Shi Lei made?"

Peng Quantong countered with a question, "Think about it, why did he prescribe such a fierce medicine to the first patient?"

Thinking for a moment, Peng Zhaoyuan said: "It's probably because I'm in a hurry to stabilize the patient's condition. The stronger the medication, the shorter the treatment."

Peng Quantong nodded his head: "That's right, sickness comes like a landslide, sickness goes like a thread, the first patient is just in his prime, he has to take on social and family responsibilities at that age, every single day will be busy, how can he have the time to wait for the medicinal effects of my medicine to slowly come out?"

The old man continued, "If it can't be cured in three days, I'm afraid the patient will have already lost his confidence and gone to see a western doctor. Think about it, when the traditional Chinese medicine really works, the patient has already given up on the treatment of traditional Chinese medicine. Can you say it's the patient's fault? "

It was only then that Peng Zhaoyuan realised. "So when Shi Lei wrote the prescription, he already considered the patient's age, occupation, and gender. With his prescription, the patient's condition could be cured with three doses of medicine."

"Yeah." Peng Quantong nodded, "And the child? As parents, what are they most worried about? "

"Worried about illness, more worried about the side effects of the drug on the child's physical and mental development," he said. Peng Zhaoyuan was not stupid, he immediately understood the reason why Shi Lei did not prescribe the medicine this time.

"Right." Peng Quantong said: "The most fragile part of the baby's body, is also the thing that makes the mother worry the most. No matter what medicine it is, it will cause side effects to the child's body, and Shi Lei doesn't prescribe any medicine at all, only teaching him how to take care of his. The child's parents are naturally willing to accept this kind of treatment, so they can easily establish a sense of trust in him. "Our Chinese medicine emphasizes on the importance of prioritizing, but to be able to do something that varies from person to person and treat others is truly something that is hard to come by."

Peng Quantong glanced at Shi Lei who was still conversing with his mother in a low voice and said: "Shi Lei's medical skills are brilliant. More importantly, he had been thinking about how to connect the traditional Chinese medicine with this society, treat the illness, and at the same time, take care of the identity of each patient. Only then would the patient have faith in the traditional Chinese medicine, and at the same time, have faith in the other party."

After he finished speaking, Peng Quantong let out a long sigh, "In the future, the future of traditional Chinese medicine will rest on him."

"Grandpa …" Peng Zhaoyuan was extremely surprised, he had never seen his grandfather praise anyone so much before.

He knew that in the past, his grandfather had also wanted to unite all the famous Chinese medical experts from all over the capital to work together to promote the development of Chinese medicine. However, his grandfather had failed. It wasn't that they didn't want to try their best, but that there was a serious disconnect between traditional Chinese medicine and contemporary society.

For example, how many people are still willing to spend half an hour or even an hour to fry a single dose of medicine?

They prefer to throw in the western medicine which can cure illness by drinking water in their mouth, because it is convenient and concise.

But now, his grandfather had told him right in the middle: The future of traditional Chinese medicine lies with Shi Lei … What kind of respect did he have for him?

At this moment, Peng Zhaoyuan's heart was sour. The words he had been waiting so many years for came out of his grandfather's mouth, but the one he was giving was someone else.

Peng Quantong reminded him, "Xu Yuan, if he ever needs anything in the future, you must help him."

"Yes, grandfather. I understand. In the development of traditional Chinese medicine, everyone who has benefited from it should do their duty."

"Very good." Peng Quantong stood up and patted his grandson's shoulder heavily.