315: C315 Treating Insomnia

C315 Treating Insomnia

"This is really strange, don't tell me that just by analyzing these things he was able to deduce the illness of insomnia?"

Qi Hongtai asked in surprise. Ye Mo's words had completely broken his understanding of Chinese medicine.

"In fact, there is a need for a dialectical argument. Although there is no pulse, Master Wuqing Zi is not suffering from Yin deficiency, nor is there any signs of phlegm fever or internal disturbance. If it is caused by emotions, then it does not seem like he is suffering from the emotional state and mental state of a person in charge of the Three Classics of Heart, Liver, and Spleen. It's just that with Master Wuqing Zi's detached personality, it is unlikely for him to lose sleep due to some trivial matter."

Ye Mo explained in more detail.

"Then what is going on?"

Qi Hongtai looked Wuqing Zi up and down. He also wanted to see if he could see through Wuqing Zi's illness at once like Ye Mo.

"I'll need to ask about this in detail."

Ye Mo turned to Wuqing Zi and asked, "Master, have there been any changes in your daily life recently, such as changing some new furniture or reconstructing a bed?"

Excluding the physical and emotional factors, it was the environment. Some people were sensitive to the environment, and could not sleep as long as the environment changed a little. For example, they could not sleep in a different bed or outside the window due to the bad weather.

Wuqing Zi thought about it and then shook his head …

"There's no change. I don't have a special bed."

Ye Mo stroked his chin and thought for a while before asking, "Has Master Wuqing Zi made a long trip abroad recently?"

Wuqing Zi was surprised, "You can even see that? I was invited by friends from abroad last month. I went out of the country! "

Ye Mo smiled. He had already found the cause of Wuqing Zi's recent insomnia and said, "Master Wuqing Zi, to put it in a Western way, this condition is called biological clock disorder. It's because the time difference hasn't been adjusted properly after you have left the country and come back, causing insomnia."

"Isn't that nonsense?"

Elder Zhao frowned.

The other people in the room also felt that Ye Mo's words were a bit wrong. Insomnia was the disorder of biological clocks, and in ancient times, there was the saying that the sun was setting. It was precisely saying that you should work during the day, sleep at night, and when you should sleep at night, you wouldn't be able to fall asleep.

In the face of Elder Zhao's questioning, Ye Mo was too lazy to bother with it. This Zhao fella liked to ridicule people after they spoke, so there was no need to respond.

"Then how should I adjust it?"

Wuqing Zi was deep in thought and did not pay attention to Elder Zhao's words as he asked.

This biological clock wasn't like a pendulum. It could be adjusted manually even when it was out of order. The human body had its own functional time point. When it was time to sleep, it would naturally fall asleep.

The biological clock could only be adjusted through normal rest, and for someone who couldn't even adjust it like this, he would have to rely on medicine.

However, the side effects of sleeping pills were obviously not suitable. After all, Wuqing Zi's status was very high. Although he didn't care about it, not everyone was qualified enough for him to take sleeping pills.

"This disease is very simple. I'll give you a prescription. Grandmaster, take three doses and you'll be fine."

Ye Mo chuckled.

"Do you have pen and paper?"

"Yes!"

Tang Loong replied and reached for his breast pocket, but it was empty. Just as he was about to go out and get pen and paper for Ye Mo, he was stopped by Elder Zhao.

"No need, there's no need for that. There's no point in wasting energy. Isn't there a pen and paper on the desk? We can just write it down on the desk."

Elder Zhao twitched his mouth at the desk that was covered with ink and paper.

"But this is a brush …"0

Tang Loong looked in that direction and immediately had a look of disbelief on his face. This study was arranged in accordance with the ancient style, it was naturally impossible to put a ballpoint pen on the desk. Elder Zhao's pen was actually rice paper and writing brush!

There was a blank banner hanging on the wall of the desk, and on the desk were four treasures, paper, ink, and paper. Although this kind of thing was a Chinese tradition, in the modern world, other than those who had trained before, no one else had a good grasp of it.

Especially for a young man like Ye Mo, someone who couldn't even imitate a cat or tiger, or someone who didn't even know how to hold a pen, could make a gesture as if he was holding a chopstick.

Zong Hu, who had been quietly a spectator all this time, had his face darken. This Zhao fellow was extremely difficult for Ye Mo, and Wuqing Zi was a master painter. If Ye Mo didn't even know how to hold a brush and write something like a chicken's paw in front of him, then Zong Hu would be in for a laugh.

Ye Mo shook his head speechlessly. The other party had lived for most of his life, but he actually targeted a junior like that. It was quite interesting.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get the pen and paper for Little Brother Ye."

Old Master Tang said as he glanced at Wu Tie.

"Sigh, I was distracted. I'll go now."

Tang Loong quickly answered.

But there was no way out of Tang Loong's mind, and Elder Zhao had not only taken Ye Mo with him, but had also trapped him, stopping him. If he had gone, he would have been rude, and if he had not gone, he would have put Ye Mo on the fire.

"Brother Tang, there's no need. Since the ink and pens are here, there's no need to retrieve them."

Tang Loong was stopped again, but this time, it was Ye Mo who stopped him.

Ye Mo stood up and walked to the desk. He picked up a kettle and poured some water into the inkstone. Then, he picked up the inkstone and began to grind it. His actions were neither arrogant nor impatient.

Wuqing Zi saw this scene and nodded his head. Being pressured like this, if it was a normal person's temper, they would have already been angered to death, or they would be scared and panic. But judging from the other person's speed and angle, it was obvious that the other person's heart was calm.

Putting everything else aside, just his temperament made him out to be an ordinary young man.

After grinding the ink, Ye Mo chose a calligraphy brush and dipped it in ink. Then, he slightly adjusted his breathing and started writing in one go.

"Lily Calming Spirit Drink, Lily 30, Zisu Ye 9, Water-fried Clothes."

After writing it down, Ye Mo wrote his name on the signboard and passed it to Wuqing Zi, who had been waiting for a long time.

Wuqing Zi's eyes lit up when he saw Ye Mo's writing. Although it was only a short line of words, the other party clearly poured his own energy into the writing. Judging from that kind of aura, there was absolutely no mistake.

"Good calligraphy!"

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