"If you know it, just say it. No need to make a fuss," Du Heng gently chided Wu Buwei. After all, this wasn't their office; there were many patients around.
Sudden bursts of excitement could give patients the impression of instability.
Wu Buwei obediently corrected his demeanor and promptly said, "As stated in the Pulse Canon, 'If the pulse is hidden and firm, going both straight up and down, it pertains to convulsive diseases in the interior of Yangming.'"
He couldn't help but smack his head. "Facial redness, sweating without urination—these are symptoms of Yangming disease. How could I forget that?"
Du Heng chuckled and comforted Wu Buwei, "You did well with the syndrome differentiation; you're making progress. Now, let's come up with a prescription."
Du Jiang felt lost; he couldn't understand what they were saying at all. His worry grew, thinking he had some serious illness. He anxiously asked, "Du Heng, enough with the cryptic talk. Just tell me, what exactly is my illness?"
