Super small Shennong

Chapter 170 Suspension Wire Diagnosis
"Since you came here, you have been bragging about how advanced the level of Chinese medicine in the United States is, and how much you miss that country. You keep saying that you want to win glory for China, but you lost to the other party in the first round. Even if you The third part is handed over to you, how sure are you that you can crack the other party's head-down technique? Or, you have never thought about similar problems at all, and just want to simply be in the limelight to show your status as a foreign student? Superiority?"

Sun Cheng's words were like steel needles, piercing Liu Zhisheng's skin, entering the blood, and piercing the bones.

A few questions in a row made the other party's face turn pale and he was at a loss.

Liu Zhisheng coughed violently a few times, trying to excuse himself, but when the words came to his lips, he ended up saying something like this.

"you……"

Sun Cheng didn't even look at it, and continued: "Chinese medicine has a history of thousands of years in Huaxia. May I ask, is there any country in the world that is more qualified to inherit Chinese medicine than China? When you study in the United States, what you learn is Chinese medicine practitioners, as children of China, are not ashamed, but proud! How can a person like you have the right to represent the honor of China?"

With a sound of "poof", Liu Zhisheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but he was provoked by Sun Cheng and became anxious.I saw him rolling his eyes and limp on the ground.

Huaxia's Chinese medicine practitioners focused their attention on Sun Cheng one by one, guessing the identity of this young man one after another.

In the Malaysian team, the youngest monk suddenly said: "It's really a wonderful verbal criticism. I'm looking forward to the third round with you."

After finishing speaking, he went down with a group of monks and prepared to go.

As for the Chinese medicine practitioners, after Dongfang Shanming sent someone to carry away the unconscious Liu Zhisheng, he said, "Xiaocheng, the next third link is up to you. I hope you won't let us down and win glory for China."

"Brother Dongfang insists on asking, I will do my best, but before that, I need an assistant." Sun Cheng looked at Tao Hanshu, "President Tao, I wonder if you would like to be my assistant, and join me in the Win the third round?"

Tao Hanshu was a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Since the last time I fought against these people, I have been thinking hard and trying to find a way to deal with the head drop. However, I am ignorant, my head is dull, and I have read a lot of medical classics, but I have not found a way. The opponent's head drop technique is very good. Strange, medicine can't cure, needle can't pierce, I hope you can pay more attention later."

Before it even started, Tao Hanshu had already assumed the role of assistant and began to analyze it for Sun Cheng.

"Thank you, Dean Tao, for reminding me that someone must act as a patient in the process of thread diagnosis and pulse diagnosis. If possible, I hope Dean Tao can help me." Sun Cheng said.

"What? Let Dean Tao act as a patient? He is old, what should he do if something happens to him? Dean Tao, let me go instead of you." A younger Chinese medicine practitioner stepped forward , wanting to replace Tao Hanshu.

"No need, since I am Dr. Sun's assistant, I have the obligation to do anything." Tao Hanshu shook his head, rejecting the young doctor's request.

Tao Hanshu followed Sun Cheng to the room and began to prepare for work.

"President Tao, I've offended you!" Sun Cheng took out the silver needle and stuck it on one of Tao Hanshu's acupuncture points, and then saw Tao Hanshu's eyes closed and passed out.

This TCM seminar is related to China's honor, so in the hall, many TCM practitioners gathered together to discuss.

"I don't know if Dean Tao can win this group of Nanyang people this time. We have already lost once last time, and we can't lose a second time."

"I see Xuan, the last time Dean Tao was the attending physician, he didn't win against them. This time he was an assistant, and the attending physician turned out to be a little boy under 30 years old. I don't believe it. He would have any way to crack it. The opponent's head drop technique."

"Hey, Chinese medicine is the spiritual wealth of our country, but now it is humiliated by other countries. It's really disgusting!"

"In today's society, many young people would rather study Western medicine than Chinese medicine. It is a strange thing that Chinese medicine does not decline!"

"Look, they're out."

Everyone looked around, only to see Sun Cheng pushing a hospital bed out of the hall, on which lay Tang Hanshu.

Several older Chinese doctors stepped forward and checked the situation of Tang Hanshu.

As a result, more than ten minutes passed, and no one found out what happened to Tang Hanshu.

"Principal Tang's condition is almost exactly the same as that of a normal person, and there is nothing strange about it. His breathing is also very symmetrical, which is really strange. Except for being in a coma on the surface, everything else is normal."

"This situation is very similar to the situation of a vegetative person. There has never been a specific method in medicine. We can only wait for the patient to wake up on his own. But the Nanyang head-down master is a mysterious existence after all, and there is no guarantee that there will be any way."

At this moment, monks from Malaysia came in pushing a hospital bed.

Looking at the group of Chinese medicine practitioners, the young head-down master suddenly had a smile on his face, "Huaxia Chinese medicine was defeated last time. This time, I will let you have a taste of failure. It's also good for you who don't Those who know how to cherish the gift of heaven will always fall into regret."

Sun Cheng smiled at this.

"Since both parties are ready, let's start!" Dongfang Shanming said.

I don't know what happened, but when Dongfang Shanming saw Sun Cheng, he became inexplicably excited, because he had a feeling that Huaxia Kingdom would definitely regain the honor of Chinese medicine this time.

The two hospital beds were placed about ten meters away from the two of them. Then someone took out two gold threads and wrapped them around the patient's wrists. The other end was held by Sun Cheng and the young head-down master.

Diagnosing the pulse by hanging silk is not an absurd statement, but the highest embodiment of a Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis technique.

Sun Cheng passed a trace of true energy through the golden thread, and began to check the other party's physical condition.

Soon, the corner of his mouth curled into an arc, and in the eyes of everyone, he let go of the golden thread.

The whole process takes a very short time, just a few minutes.

This move, in the eyes of other people, suddenly became noisy.

What's going on here?

The Chinese medicine practitioners in the hall began to feel restless.

"Is this giving up early? How long will it take? 5 minutes!" Someone was heartbroken.

"I knew a long time ago that this doll is too young, how can she know Chinese medicine!"

"This time, our Huaxia Kingdom will be insulted by the Nanyang barbarians again, it's hateful!"

Seeing everyone complaining one by one, Dongfang Shanming frowned slightly, and wondered in his heart: "What the hell is this Xiaocheng doing..."

(End of this chapter)