The Invincible Immortal Venerable of the City

Chapter 28 Zhongxuan Seven Fingers
Lin Yi stood on the periphery of the crowd, looking at Miracle Doctor Wu standing in the center.

He glanced at Sheng Haiyang who was lying on the bed, then turned his head to look at the dean beside him and said, "I already know about this disease, you just need to take these few medicines according to my prescription. .”

The dean was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: "Have you found the cause of the disease just by feeling the pulse?"

Just now the dean just saw the doctor Wu feel the pulse of Sheng Haiyang, and then stood there with his eyes closed to rest his mind. After more than 40 minutes, he asked the dean to open the door and let him in.

And now, the cause has been found?

This is too bullshit.

The hospital has been busy up and down for so long, and all kinds of instruments have been used, but the problem has not been found yet.

"Of course, I, Wu Baitian, can know the cause of a disease just by taking the pulse."

"This person is conscious, but it is indescribable, and his body is unable to move. It is nothing more than the result of poor meridians in his body. He only needs to take medicine to relax tendons and activate arteries, and he will be able to recover. It's just that at this time, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time." It's a bit long."

Wu Baitian raised his head slightly, and drooped his eyes when he spoke. Although he called the dean in his mouth, there was no respect in his tone. Instead, it made people feel that he was a bit arrogant.

"Meridians?" Standing next to the dean was a female doctor, wearing a white coat, with short hair, and average appearance. Hearing what Dr. Wu said, her eyebrows frowned slightly: "I also checked the pulse for President Sheng. Judging from the pulse condition, Mr. Sheng's pulse is very strong, and it doesn't seem to be the result of blocked meridians."

"Besides, if the meridian is really blocked, it should lead to poor blood circulation, and then make the muscles stiff due to ischemia, but what Mr. Sheng showed is obviously not the case."

"Who are you? I, Wu Baitian, have been practicing medicine for decades, so I don't have as much experience as you?" Wu Baitian glanced at the female doctor with disdain.

"This is Yun Lan, the Chief Physician of our Minghai People's Hospital, who specializes in traditional Chinese medicine." The dean responded with a normal face, but he was already a little unhappy in his heart.

The dean has heard of this miracle doctor named Wu Baitian, but it is the first time to meet him.

Although this miracle doctor looks like an old Chinese doctor on the surface, in comparison, the dean is still more inclined to trust Yun Lan on his side.

If it weren't for the fact that Dr. Wu was invited by Ping Nianhua, and Ping Nianhua was the deputy general manager of Wansheng Real Estate, the dean would probably have kicked Wu Baitian out by now.

"Oh? Then you mean that you don't believe my words?" Wu Baitian sneered, opened his eyes, and looked at the dean.

The dean is over 50 years old this year. How can anyone talk to him like this in the hospital?At this moment, being asked by Wu Baitian, the dean felt even more displeased.

"I'm just responsible for my patients. We've heard the name of Miracle Doctor Wu, but we've never seen it before. It's against the rules to randomly administer drugs to patients." The dean shook his head slightly.

Ping Nianhua on the side was secretly a little annoyed at this moment, he had not intended to really help Sheng Haiyang treat his illness when he came to Wu Baitian.

Sheng Haiyang only needs to take the prescription written by Miracle Doctor Wu, so Sheng Haiyang's condition can be slightly aggravated while keeping Sheng Haiyang's condition in good condition.

At that time, Ping Nianhua can wait for the appointment from the head office, and then step up to the position of general manager.

Seeing the dean's stop, Ping Nianhua took two steps forward, nodded slightly towards Dr. Wu, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Wu, since the dean doesn't believe in your medical skills, please show your skills."

Wu Baitian glanced at Ping Nianhua, then sighed: "Forget it, then let me show my hand and let you know that my reputation as a genius doctor is not for nothing."

"I'll let you see how my Zhongxuan seven fingers open up the meridians, so as to verify my statement."

After speaking, Dr. Wu walked up to Sheng Haiyang's hospital bed, put one hand on Sheng Haiyang's wrist, bowed his left leg slightly, and took a small step with his right leg.

I saw Miracle Doctor Wu's fingers changing rapidly, tapping Sheng Haiyang's right arm rhythmically, from bottom to top, seemingly lightly tapping down, but every time there was a crisp tapping sound.

Wu Baitian's face was calm from the beginning to the end, and the speed of his fingers was not very fast.

The dean, Yun Lan, and the people around all looked at Miracle Doctor Wu as if they didn't know everything.

"What is he doing?" Lu Xiaofei, who was behind the crowd, looked at Miracle Doctor Wu's movements in a daze.

Although she is from the Academy of Medical Sciences and has very little understanding of Chinese medicine, she can't understand the movements of Dr. Wu at all.

"Strike the joints with the strength of the knuckles of the fingers to make the blood flow, and at the same time stimulate the nerves and meridians in a short time." Lin Yi looked at the doctor Wu and said softly.

"Huh?" Lu Xiaofei looked at Lin Yi with some surprise: "Does this also belong to the category of traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Half is half. Traditional Chinese medicine not only relies on observation, hearing, and questioning to trace the source and then write prescriptions, but also requires counseling to use some special methods, such as acupuncture, or the skillful method of stimulating the meridians that he is using at the moment. " Lin Yi said quietly.

There are countless books about medicine in the Liuli Palace of Xianwu Continent, and any one of them may be enough to overturn the entire history of Chinese medicine in today's world.

Just to say that in a medical book "Yue Lan" that Lin Yi once read, it is recorded that relying on the unique method of refining qi, one can refine qi into medicine, so relying on the cultivation of the qi refiner, the qi of the body of the qi refiner can be used to save people.

In addition, there are countless ancient books such as "Thirteen Needles of Medicine" and "Tracing the Origin", all of which have a systematic interpretation of Chinese medicine.

These are not available on the earth. The history of Chinese medicine on the earth is much shorter than that of the Xianwu Continent. Perhaps it is because on the Xianwu Continent, there is such a saying that medicine can lead to alchemy. Talented people, constantly pioneering and innovating, thus making Chinese medicine more perfect.

"You know so much, you're amazing." Lu Xiaofei looked at Lin Yi with more admiration in his eyes.

"Cut, it's just a kid talking nonsense."

"Mysterious doctor Wu is a well-known Chinese medicine practitioner. Naturally, there is no need to question his methods. If you are a brat, it is pure fart."

Doctor Zhao on the side was full of disdain, and then reminded Lin Yi: "Stop talking, be careful that your nonsense will be heard by Dr. Wu, and he will be unhappy by then, and if he dies, then you just can't eat and walk around gone."

Lin Yi didn't respond to Dr. Zhao's words, but looked at the hospital bed indifferently.

Miracle Doctor Wu's fingers had already struck Sheng Haiyang's right arm in a circle, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

Although Doctor Wu entered the arena with a look on his face, Lin Yi still noticed the fine sweat on his forehead.

"It's so tiring to simply increase your Qi and luck. This medical skill is a bit too weak."

Lin Yi thought so in his heart, but didn't say anything.

"Then please see, just now Sheng can't move his whole body."

"Now, please ask Mr. Sheng to move his right hand."

Doctor Wu looked around and spoke slowly.

In the next moment, Sheng Haiyang's right hand, which had been motionless all this time, trembled slightly, and then gently lifted it.

The range is very small, and it may even look difficult.

But after all, his arm moved.

It's just that Lin Yi glanced at the position of Sheng Haiyang's neck at this moment, and his eyes fell on his temples again, and he already knew the general idea in his heart.

(End of this chapter)