55, I have called many reporters like you(1/3)
Tang Xia was shocked on the outside and tender on the inside by these two sentences, and his heart twitched. He hurriedly explained: "That's not what I meant! You have misunderstood, he is still young, he is talking nonsense, nonsense!"
Yue Yang and the others nodded slowly, with complicated expressions in their eyes. Zhuang Rong himself was not much younger than them. With his cold aura, they forgot his age for a moment. Add to that his scheming and IQ, with his
Because of his young age, they said he was talking nonsense... To be honest, no one would believe it. Tang Xia's blushing expression made them believe it even more.
Zhuang Rong calmly served Tang Xia some food: "Everything he says is right, you believe him."
Yue Yang understood immediately that what Tang Xia said was correct, but the real situation was that Zhuang Rong was right. The two of them interpreted Tang Xia's explanation as an apology.
"You don't need to explain, we all understand, and we won't think too much about it." Yue Yang smiled and smoothed things over, "It's no longer strange to see this kind of thing now. As long as you two are happy, as long as your family agrees, we can only be friends.
I will bless you.”
Tang Xia felt so tired, "Why can't I explain it to you?!"
Zhuang Rong said slowly: "Brother, they already believe it. Everything you said is right."
Yue Yang reacted and nodded sharply, "Yes, yes, we already believe it. Whatever you say is what it is, come and do it! Good thing! I'll do it first, you can do whatever you want!"
Tang Xia: "..."
Zhuang Rong urged: "Brother, eat."
"Eat your head!" Tang Xia just wanted to hit him!
In the afternoon, Tang Xia slept in the hammock under the shade of a tree for a while, basking in the sun. Zhuang Rong stood by and watched Tang Xia's sleeping face quietly. He kept watching. As for Yue Yang and Wen Ziyao, there was no Tang Xia.
Xia stared, Zhuang Rong returned to his cold demeanor, not interested in other people at all.
Yue Yang shrugged, "Stop looking and prepare a red envelope. They must be real."
Wen Ziyao had a bitter look on his face, "How much preparation do you need? Even Mr. Bao Zhuang doesn't like it."
Yue Yang was happy, "Why are you in such a hurry? It's still early when you can use it."
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Xia and Zhuang Rong went back early. He had to go back to Tang's house. Zhuang Rong brought a new chess set and a bag of tea this time.
Tang Xia was helpless, "What do you want to do again?"
Zhuang Rong said innocently: "I went to see grandpa to play chess. Grandpa told me to go."
"...After you get to my house, if you dare to say nonsense, I will really be angry." Tang Xia pointed at Zhuang Rong's nose and poked it to warn him. She wanted to hit him, but was reluctant to do so.
Zhuang Rong said obediently, "I won't tell my family now."
"Don't say anything anymore!"
"I won't say it now. I swear, I won't do anything I'm not sure about."
"I will still say it in the future!"
"Brother, don't be angry." Zhuang Rong took Tang Xia's hand and said in a smiling tone, almost like a coquettish one, "I will listen to you."
Tang Xia sighed, "You just have to rely on me to be cruel to you. When you get better, I won't beat you."
"Let me help you remember that you have already said you would beat me twelve times."
Tang Xia was stunned. He didn't even remember such exact times, "How did you get such a big head?"
"I remember every word you said."
Tang Xia felt his face heat up inexplicably. This child's thoughts are too delicate. "Okay, okay! I'll take you there! Shut your mouth!"
Zhuang Rong curled up his lips and followed behind Tang Xia, "Brother, please slow down, I don't have the strength."
"You're so stupid, you can't keep up." Although Tang Xia said he was disgusted, his movements obviously slowed down.
Uncle Zhou stood at the door, watching them leave, and noticed that his young master's long legs actually did not walk slowly at all.
On Monday, Tang Xia went to the hospital for a consultation as usual. As soon as he arrived, Director Li's assistant came to him and said, "Doctor Tang, Director Li has already contacted Pingning Hospital. I will accompany you then."
Tang Xia asked: "I don't need to do anything. I can just go there and treat people, right?"
"Yes, just see a doctor." The assistant is a college student who just graduated from school this year. He is also a major in traditional Chinese medicine. He is still studying with Director Li. Seeing that Tang Xia is the same age as himself, but he is sitting in the position of an expert, this makes
His mood is a bit complicated. Comparing people with each other is really annoying.
Tang Xia felt uneasy. If someone posted it online again, he felt that he would definitely be scolded, so he decided not to go online for those few days.
"By the way, I'm only going to Binh Ninh Hospital for one day, right?"
"Yes, no, he goes to a different hospital every week. He happened to go to Pingning Hospital that day."
"Okay, I understand, thank you for conveying it." Tang Xia smiled and waved to the other party, and the number was called in the consultation room.
On the first call, three or four older boys came in, all seventeen or eighteen years old, and they looked full of energy.
The first three filed in, leaving behind a thin young man. The boy looked very nervous and didn't want to come in.
The three boys looked back and saw that he had not followed, so one of them stretched out a hand to drag him in.
Tang Xia chuckled, "Are you seeing a doctor?"
The boy said nervously: "Yes, I see a doctor."
Looking at his expression, Tang Xia could tell that this young man's liver must not be in good condition, his physique is not strong, and his sleep quality must not be good. "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"
The boy was embarrassed and turned around to ask his roommate: "Can a Chinese medicine doctor treat this disease?"
His roommate said angrily: "Why can't you see it? Traditional Chinese medicine can treat everything. It took us a month to get this number. You should quickly ask Dr. Tang to see you. Dr. Tang can treat everything."
Tang Xia was surprised. Has his fame spread to the ears of high school students?
The boy sat down helplessly. Tang Xia comforted him with a smile: "Just tell me. I'll see if it can be cured. If not, I'll recommend another clinic to you. Don't be nervous."
The boy said awkwardly: "I often talk in my sleep at night, and my voice is very high. I don't know what they said."
The boy blushed. When his roommate first told him, he thought they were teasing him. Later, the roommate couldn't bear it any longer and recorded a video for him. Only then did he realize that he had a loud voice when talking in his sleep.
You can hear it from the bedroom next to you.
Even his little secrets were shouted out at night when he was sleeping, which made him extremely embarrassed.
"You, please prescribe me some medicine. Now is the time when students are busy with their studies. I disturb their sleep at night and delay their studies during the day."
Tang Xia took his pulse and found that the child had a weak pulse, a weak constitution, and an obvious lack of heart yin.
"Are you not sleeping well yourself?"
The child nodded, "I always dream, and those sleep talks are what I shout out when I'm dreaming. Recently, I'm worried that I'll wake them up by talking in my sleep again after falling asleep, which will make my sleep even more restless."
"Sleepwalking?"
"It's not like sleepwalking. He would suddenly sit up," one boy said as if telling a joke. "That night we were secretly endorsing books after turning off the lights. He usually said he was sick and said he didn't feel well, so he went to bed early. We
As I was carrying it, I saw him sitting up suddenly, as straight as a corpse! Then he started shouting: The math teacher is an idiot! He stole the physical education teacher's class again! Even the dormitory next to him heard it, hahahahaha...
"
Tang Xia couldn't help laughing, this is so domineering!
"He yelled about things that happened to us during the day, and he often woke us up with a fright."
The boy blushed and was so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a crack in the wall to get in. "My roommate said that what I said was more clear. I didn't even know."
Tang Xia finished taking his pulse and asked with a smile: "Did you play hooky from school?"
"No, we asked for leave. Show him quickly. We only have half the morning off."
"Yes, we will raise funds to treat him. If this continues, our whole dormitory will go crazy."
Tang Xia was amused, these guys were quite interesting.
"I will prescribe you a few boxes of medicine with traditional Chinese medicine ingredients. You are restless, which is the main reason for talking in your sleep. You should see the effect after taking it for a week."
"Thank you!" The brothers said happily: "Look, I just said that he saw it well. There are so many people on the Internet saying that it can't be a lie."
Tang Xia sighed, how energetic!
Next, several more people came here, including some who took a day's drive from far away. Tang Xia was flattered and looked at him very carefully, for fear of living up to the patients' expectations of him. He was busy until noon, and there was only one number left.
Tang Xia took a sip of water, took a breath, and looked at the time. He hoped to have an early meal at noon today.
After the last patient came in, Tang Xia looked at the other patient's face and felt cold in his heart. Come on, he has to wait in line for lunch again.
This patient took off her mask as soon as she came in. Her whole face was purple. She was probably in her 50s. She sat down and groaned, "Ouch, it feels so uncomfortable."
"Auntie, do you care about your face?"
"Not only my face, but my stomach also hurts, I feel nauseous, and there is blood in my stools," the aunt said, rolling up her trouser legs. "Look, my legs are all purple."
Tang Xia had seen one before that had subcutaneous bleeding due to thrombocytopenia, but this one looked different from that one.
"Auntie, let me take your pulse. Is this purple skin all over your body, or is it just in patches?"
"It's all over the body, but it's really bad on the legs."
"Are you usually thirsty?"
"fine."
"Open your mouth and let me look at your tongue."
Even the tongue is bruised, "Auntie, your disease is gastrointestinal damp-heat. Do you usually eat irregularly? Are you often angry?"
To be continued...