He Yiyuan said to Sun Bainian and the other three: "Three judges, what do you mean?"

Several people briefly touched their heads, and Liu Lishan said: "The patient has the most say in the treatment effect of doctors. The gentleman has just said that Tang Han's diagnosis is accurate and the treatment method is better.

Acupuncture is the magic weapon of our traditional Chinese medicine. Using acupuncture to cure diseases not only reduces the economic burden on patients, but also has almost no side effects. Therefore, all three of us ruled that this game will compete with Tang Hansheng.”

He Yiyuan nodded and said formally: "The first game is over, let's play the second game."

Sun Bainian once again asked the doctor's guide to send the patient registration form.

This time, Zhao Lun chose the number, and he chose No. 15.

"Zhang Xiaobao, male, two years old."

Sun Bainian took the registration card and read out the patient's information again.

Two-year-old child? No one expected that such a small patient would be selected this time.

"Do you want to change the number?" Sun Bainian asked.

Zhao Lun hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and said, "No need."

In his opinion, children cannot speak and are difficult to diagnose, which is an advantage for him. After all, he has more practical experience than Tang Han.

After a while, a young woman in her twenties walked into the clinic with a child in her arms.

The child was white and tender, and his flesh was lying in his mother's arms like a little rabbit, but he kept crying, and no matter how the young woman comforted her, she couldn't get better.

Zhao Lun first gave the child some treatment, took his pulse, and then stepped aside with a proud look on his face.

"What's going on?" Tang Han then came over and asked.

"Bronchial pneumonia caused by colds."

The young woman tried hard to hug the child who was crying harder and said anxiously.

After the diagnosis and treatment, the rest is prescribed.

At this time, Zhao Lun sat on the chair and began to write the prescription carefully.

Tang Han took the child from his young mother's arms, gently kneaded his back, and said, "When taking care of the child, you must pay attention to keeping warm, give the child more boiled water, and often massage the child's back, earlobes, arms, palms, soles of the feet, thighs, calves and other parts.

When pressing, the force should be light, not like it is for adults. Each time, three to five times a day, be careful not to do this before and within an hour after meals. If the child's immunity is improved, this will not happen."

It was amazing that the child stopped crying under Tang Han's massage, opened his eyes and looked at Tang Han, then lay in his arms with a happy look on his face. He looked lazy and very cute.

"Thank you, thank you so much." The young woman said with a grateful look.

Since the morning, the child has been crying, never stopping, and he can't do anything, but it makes her cry.

After hearing Tang Han's words, Zhao Tianfeng, who had been watching, said to Zhao Lun who was prescribing the prescription, "Don't start again, you will lose this game."

"Grandpa, how could it be? My prescription has not been finished yet, and Tang Han has not prescribed it yet, so why did he say I lost?"

The three old men in the referee's seat also looked at Zhao Tianfeng in surprise, and he undoubtedly announced that Zhao Lun was eliminated. No one understood why the Zhao family had just given up at the beginning.

"He has already prescribed the prescription."

Zhao Tianfeng said again: "Zhao Lun, you have the talent to study medicine since you were a child, but you have always been arrogant and have a higher eye than your top. In fact, you are still far from being able to learn more from Tang Han. When studying traditional Chinese medicine, you should not keep your eyes on the prescriptions, and learn more about the ways to adapt."

"Grandpa, I haven't lost yet."

Zhao Lun was anxious. After losing to Tang Han in Nanfu County last time, he was resentful and thought that it was just a momentary negligence and kept trying to compete with Tang Han again. Today, he finally waited for the opportunity, but he didn't expect to lose two games in a row, which made him so arrogant that he couldn't accept it.

"Until now you don't understand where you lose, it shows the difference between you and Tang Han." Zhao Tianfeng sighed and asked Zhao Lun again: "As parents of children, what are they most worried about?"

"I'm worried about getting sick, and I'm even more afraid that the medication after getting sick will have an impact on the child's physical and IQ development."

Zhao Lun is not a stupid person. After calming down, he understood the reason why Tang Han did not prescribe this prescription this time.

Zhao Tianfeng nodded and said, "You are right. The child's body is the most fragile and the most worrying thing about parents. It is that medicine is three parts poisonous. No matter any medicine, it will affect the child's body.

Tang Han did not prescribe any prescriptions at all, but only taught the way of maintenance. The children's parents are naturally very satisfied with this and are prone to trusting them.

Our traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes lightness, heavyness, slowness and impatience. However, under the new situation of social development, there are very few who can truly understand these words."

Zhao Tianfeng glanced at Tang Han who was still talking to the child's mother and said, "Tang Han's medical skills are more important, and more importantly, he has a kind heart and a flexible heart, knowing how to do the best to let the patient accept it, and what method will benefit the patient the most."

He turned his head and smiled at He Yiyuan, "Old He, you have found a treasure this time. I wish I could dig the Tang Han to my Jishitang to take a medical treatment, treat the disease with Qi Qi, and use Qi Qi to take out whatever needle, which is beyond the reach of the traditional Chinese medicine world."

He Yiyuan hurriedly said, "I chose Xiao Tang, you can't compete with me."

Zhao Tianfeng said: "Okay, I won't compete with you, but you must be mentally prepared. Tang Han went to your place to take a medical treatment. Although his medical skills are high, your hospital will not earn much money."

Zhao Tianfeng's words mean something. Now some doctors do not see the patient's condition when they see a doctor. They just blindly ask for various expensive examinations and prescribe various high-priced drugs with high rebates.

This often causes a cold to cost several thousand yuan for examination, and you also have to buy a bunch of useless medicines.

From the beginning of the competition to the present, Tang Han first used acupuncture and then massage, which maximized the benefits of patients, but did not make money at all.

He Yiyuan smiled and said, "It's okay, I never advocate that doctors take profit as the starting point, but now the general trend is the economy and society are looking at money, and some doctors have forgotten the doctor's duties.

Although I am the dean, I can’t change it. I hope Tang Han can teach some people a lesson when he goes."

Sun Bainian said: "Since Mr. Zhao is broad-minded and admits his defeat, it seems that there is no need for us old men to be judges anymore."

Zhao Tianfeng glanced at Zhao Lun, who was sluggish, and said, "No, the game is not over yet, there is still the last game."

As soon as he said that, everyone was stunned. Since he had lost, and anyone could see that Zhao Lun's medical skills were several streets short of Tang Han. Why did he still humiliate himself?
Chapter completed!