This Doctor Is Too Wealthy

For a moment, Du Heng thought this woman might be a Master with six pure roots who had come to the mortal world just to experience life.

Ding Yuezong seemed to have gotten used to his wife's state and didn't show any unusual reactions to her words.

Du Heng took a deep breath, feeling suffocated while talking to someone with such a tranquil nature.

"Brother Ding, should I check your wife's pulse?"

"Alright, go ahead."

Ding Chuanzong stood up and gave up his seat, moving behind his wife. "Wife, please move forward a bit."

Ding Chuanzong's wife did not cause any trouble this time and cooperatively moved forward, placing her hand on the armrest of the sofa.

Du Heng dared not and did not want to talk to her, for fear that every question he asked would be met with a choking response.

However, upon taking her pulse, Du Heng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He actually detected a slow and thin pulse.

A slow pulse is one with three beats per breath, coming and going very slowly.

This type of pulse is not uncommon, as it mainly corresponds to the organs. It is powerful when cold and painful, weak when deficient and cold, floating and slow when superficial and cold, and sinking and slow when internal and cold. Regardless of the type, they are all pulse signals of cold syndromes.

Ding's wife had a weak, deficient, and cold pulse.

However, this thin pulse is quite rare.

The thin pulse is smaller than the faint pulse, like a silk thread responding to the fingertips.

In the "Binhu Sphygmology," it is said that a thin, lingering pulse indicates a decline in qi and blood, various deficiencies and injuries, and disharmony of the seven emotions. If it is not caused by dampness invading the kidney, then it is due to the leaking of yang essence through sweating.

The book also says that thin pulses on the wrist often indicate frequent vomiting, weakened digestion, and bloating.

"Sister-in-law, do you usually eat a lot?"

Ding Chuanzong's wife shook her head slightly, "Not much, just a small bowl each time."

Du Heng continued to ask, "Is it because you're not hungry, or because you can't eat more?"

"I can't eat more. Whenever I eat a bit more, I feel awful in my stomach and either vomit or get diarrhea. So, now I only eat until I'm about five or six-tenths full."

The pulse matched perfectly with the symptoms of spleen-stomach deficiency-cold.

But what did this have to do with abortions?

It should be known that spleen-stomach deficiency-cold is also a sign of heart-kidney deficiency-cold.

The stomach earth is not generated without heart fire, and the spleen earth is not transformed without kidney fire. If these dual fires of the heart and kidney weaken, the Spleen and Stomach lose their power to generate and convert. Consequently, they cannot transform food into refined essence.

When the Spleen and Stomach lose their ability to generate and convert, they cannot transform the essence from food. Consequently, there won't be enough bodily fluids to nourish the fetus and provide it with warmth. This prevents the maintenance of fetal qi, ultimately resulting in abortions.

Therefore, although she can conceive, the Daimai (G26) is decidedly weak, so an abortion is inevitable.

The condition of Ding Chuanzong's wife is completely opposite to that of Jin Zan's wife.

One has a tightening of the Daimai (G26) and the other has a weakness in the Daimai (G26), but the outcomes are the same—they are prone to abortion.

Only one is more apparent, while the other is less so.

Du Heng explained his syndrome differentiation to Ding Chuanzong and his wife. Although they didn't fully understand, they could still grasp the root of the problem.

Ding Chuanzong anxiously asked, "Can this be treated?"

Du Heng pondered for a moment. "It's not difficult. The mother of the spleen is in the kidney's life gate, and the mother of the stomach is in the heart's pericardium. To warm and nourish the Spleen and Stomach, we must warm these two fires. When the mother is flourishing, the child will not be weak; when the mother is warm, the child will not be cold."

At this point, even Ding Chuanzong's wife, who had been very calm, showed a flicker of emotion in her eyes.

It seemed she was not as indifferent to the issue of having a child as she appeared to be.

"I'll write you a house, including morinda, raspberry, sojutsu var, ginseng, medicated leaven... Decoct it and drink the liquid. Take it for a month, and you should be able to conceive."

Ding Chuanzong was somewhat excited. Watching Du Heng return to his office desk to write the house, he started to ask, "This... this..." but hesitated several times and couldn't get the words out.

Du Heng smiled and looked up. "Brother Ding, if you have something to say, just say it."

Ding Chuanzong's face reddened slightly as he asked in a low voice, "So, this month while she's taking the medicine, should we sleep in separate rooms?"

Such a discreet question.

"No need. Just take the medicine on time. Stick with it for a month, and there should be no problem." Du Heng smiled, then glanced at the time. "Brother Ding, the registration office should be open by now. Please go downstairs and register; I'll prescribe the medicine for your wife."

Ding Chuanzong nodded hurriedly and quickly went out to handle the registration.

Ding's wife, although also slightly excited, still maintained a very calm emotional state.

After Ding Chuanzong left, she said, "The things you mentioned, the Master I follow also said them. He also gave me medicine, but it never had any effect. Can the medicine you're prescribing now really work?"

Du Heng looked at Ding's wife in surprise. Since someone had diagnosed her and prescribed medicine, why had there been no effect?

Suddenly, Du Heng felt a bit unsure. "Sister-in-law, the Master you mentioned, which doctor was he? What medicine did he prescribe?"

"The Guru from Heigou Temple. He's very famous. Don't you know him?"

Heigou Temple? The Lama Temple on the mountainside at Wangjiazui? They know medicine too? Du Heng was struggling to process this.

"What medicine did he give you?"

"The Guru said I have weak heart fire and kidney fire, and a poor natural endowment. He gave me a bag of incense ash from in front of a Buddha statue and told me to mix it with water and drink it."

Du Heng's toes dug into the floor forcefully; he almost choked on his own saliva.

Incense ash?

What bullshit medicine!

He almost blurted out a curse but stopped himself, thinking it was inappropriate to say such a thing in front of a devout believer.

He didn't want to continue this topic. After taking a quiet, deep breath and composing himself slightly, he said, "I don't know if incense ash has medicinal properties, so I can't comment on that. However, the medicine I'm prescribing can warm both the life gate fire and the pericardium fire. When these fires are strong, the Spleen and Stomach will no longer suffer from cold. Your appetite will naturally improve. Then, as your qi and blood flourish and your Daimai (G26) strengthens, everything else will naturally fall into place."

After saying that, he stopped talking to Ding's wife.

However, Du Heng resolved that when Ding Chuanzong returned, he would find an opportunity to mention that his wife's overly tranquil nature was likely related to this superstition.

In a short while, Ding Chuanzong completed the procedures and returned, looking both nervous and excited. Du Heng still couldn't find a suitable opportunity to bring it up.

But it didn't matter. He would tell his own elder sister-in-law later and ask Sister-in-law Yuemei to speak to Ding Chuanzong about it. After all, they are brother and sister; it would be easier for her to discuss such things.

After sending off Ding Chuanzong and his wife, Du Heng turned and went downstairs to find Wu Buwei, starting their morning ward round.

The other patients were all in a slow recovery phase, with nothing special to report.

After a brief check, they went to the rear courtyard to focus on Yang Yuansheng's condition.

However, Yang Yuansheng had only had his medicine changed the day before, so no changes were visible yet. There was no use in rushing.

Just as Du Heng returned to his office, Yu Haiting from the other ward round group walked in. "Dean, do you have a moment?"

"What's the matter? Go ahead."

"I have a patient here I'd like you to take a look at for me. I'm a bit unsure what to do."

"What do you mean?" Du Heng didn't understand Yu Haiting's meaning.