"Master Yan, when did your headache start?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Two months ago." Master Yan rubbed his head gently and said distressedly: "It hurts two or three times a day, and it is very heavy every time."

Zheng Ren stood up and walked behind Master Yan and asked, "Is it happened after you covet the secret of heaven?"

"Well. I had known that the secrets of heaven would not be revealed, so I was wrong at one glance. I didn't expect that I could read them wrong." Master Yan smiled bitterly and said to Su Yun: "The Great Art of Dayan is fifty, and it is forty-nine. Boss Zheng, you are the one left."

"I'll help you rub it to see if it will be better." Zheng Ren smiled and said.

The young man behind Master Yan looked at Zheng Ren in surprise, but did not find any hostility in him, so he said nothing.

"I'm in trouble." Master Yan said: "You are Boss Zheng's assistant."

"Haha." Zheng Ren didn't want to lie, so he could only fool this sentence with a huh.

With his hands on Master Yan’s temples on both sides, Zheng Ren immediately felt something strange.

After glanced at Su Yun, the two looked at each other and Su Yun nodded.

"Master Yan, tell me about your symptoms." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren used a little force in his fingers, but the position was not in his temples, but slightly lowered, slightly behind the side.

Master Yan felt comfortable and had a much lighter headache.

His body became softer, and a few seconds later he said, "That day I used my eyes to see the future. Seeing that Song Mo was suffering from a bloody disaster, he hesitated for a long time, but he wrote a letter to her."

"Aren't you the opponent?" Su Yun was surprised.

"Any rival is spreading rumors in the world." Master Yan said, "My Song and I used to have a small conflict, but it did not affect our previous friendship. He is just like this. If I don't help me, who else can I rely on?"

"Me." Su Yun was already in the play, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, full of style.

"That's right, it's up to Boss Zheng."

"Tell me about your illness." Su Yun said.

"A glance will lead to problems, but I have my own way to resolve them. But if you leak the secret, it will be different." Master Yan said: "So from that day when I picked up the pen, I felt a headache and my eyes soon disappeared."

“When did you go to Johns Hopkins?”

"My son asked me to go there, and as I wish, it would be useless if I go there." Master Yan said: "The result was just like I expected, and it was useless. I directly rejected some of the inspections. It took three to five days to check the mess.

trouble."

"Then you predict whether I can cure your disease." Su Yun looked at Master Yan, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger.

Chu Huainan and Song Ying looked at each other, confused.

These secret things were extremely magical when Master Yan said them in person.

Song Ying would definitely not believe what Master Yan said directly.

But the news he received was confirmed by Master Yan's words, and there was no difference.

Words can deceive people, but the changes in the color of eyes and pupils cannot be concealed. In addition, the later examinations conducted by Johns Hopkins, the time point and Master Yan's oral statements are consistent with each other.

Probably what he said.

As for the matter of coveting the secrets of heaven and leaking them to Song Mo, Song Ying was still half-believing and half-doubted. But after thinking twice, he couldn't find any flaws. If he insisted on saying that there were flaws, it would be a matter of coveting the secrets of heaven and blindness.

Master Yan smiled slightly and said, "I just came to see you, and didn't want to cure my eyes. This is the punishment that leaked the secrets of heaven. How could you..."

"The diagnosis is very clear." Zheng Ren suddenly said: "You can try to treat it. Time has been delayed a lot, but there is still hope now."

Su Yun smiled.

"Do you have diabetic eye disease?" Master Yan said lightly.

"No, the diagnosis at Johns Hopkins Hospital was wrong," said Zheng Ren.

"..." Su Yun was stunned for a moment. He thought Zheng Ren had some other way to solve diabetic eye disease, but he didn't expect that his boss directly denied the diagnosis of Hopkins Hospital.

The inspection report I read on the car was written very clearly, and there should be no problem with the diagnosis.

"Boss, what do you mean?" Su Yun stopped acting and asked directly.

Master Yan was stunned.

"It's not diabetic eye disease, it's giant cell arteritis." Zheng Ren said, "The temporal artery pulsation is weakened and there is insufficient local blood supply. Go to the hospital for a vascular color Doppler and you can make a diagnosis. Master Yan was at Johns Hopkins at that time, why didn't he have any relevant examination?"

"Are you really Boss Zheng?" Master Yan asked in surprise.

Could it be that he had read it wrong? At this time, he suddenly realized that this might be the case.

"Yes." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I think the doctor on that side should not ignore this examination. You refused."

"Yes, I don't think it's necessary. After doing it all, it's diabetes in the end. I've been recuperating myself and controlled it well." Master Yan said stubbornly: "The fat makes people feel internally hot, and the sweet makes people feel full, so their energy overflows and turns into thirst."

"It is true that the fire in the Mingmen is weak, and then Gui Fu can be used to replenish the deficiency of kidney water and true yin, relieve the evil of heart fire and burn, and help the body fluid in the heart."

Master Yan has a strong traditional Chinese medicine theory. Zheng Ren knows that people are a little stubborn after they grow old and it is difficult to accept new things.

It is indeed difficult for him to believe in traditional Chinese medicine since he was a child.

"Your blood sugar control is indeed good." Zheng Ren did not refute. This kind of old man has the most stubborn temper. And his understanding of the whole world has been fixed. Whatever he said, it would be the same.

If it really involves diagnosis, treatment, and examination, it will not be too late to persist.

"Why don't you refute?" Master Yan asked.

"The control is indeed good. You are 84 years old this year. I am satisfied with having such a good body." Zheng Ren said: "Since the effect is good, why should I refute it?"

Master Yan gently stroked the purple clay pot with his right thumb, as if he was thinking.

"But your eye disease does not come from diabetes, but from giant cell arteritis. This disease often invades large blood vessels, and some patients will have irreversible eye disease. The earlier you treat, the better you will recover." Zheng Ren continued.

Chu Huainan and Song Ying looked at each other, and Song Ying asked, "Boss Zheng, can you cure it?"

"You can try it. It has been delayed for two months and I missed the best treatment time. I don't dare to say whether it can recover."

"This is a punishment from heaven, and it doesn't matter if it cannot be cured." Master Yan still insisted on his point of view.

"The punishment of heaven is the punishment of heaven, but it must be cured." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "You are in such a good health. The pain in your head can be relieved by regulating blood supply. I guess the possibility of treatment is still very high."
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