Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 613 Is This Medical Skill?

It was very quiet in the lecture theater.

Those Western medicine experts from other schools were silent.

Elder Feng, Tang Yuntao and the others began to think seriously.

Director Fan was dumbfounded and wanted to refute Zhao Yifan's words, but he didn't know how to start.

Because what Zhao Yifan said was correct, the process of seeing a doctor in Western medicine is indeed like this, and he did not exaggerate any words.

"Compared with your western medicine."

Seeing Director Fan's speechless look, Zhao Yifan continued: "Our Chinese medicine is different from your western medicine. We only need our three fingers to feel the pulse, and your western medicine doesn't have such ability. Without those scientists, inventors With the created medical equipment, will you still treat patients?"

As he said that, he pointed to Director Fan, and said calmly: "Mr. the top student of the Royal Latin Academy of Medicine, can you tell me what's wrong with the gentleman next to you?"

Following Zhao Yifan's words, everyone's eyes fell on Director Fan.

Director Fan came back to his senses and glanced at the person Zhao Yifan was pointing at, who happened to be his colleague Yuan Bo. Director Fan snorted and said, "Director Yuan is in good health, what could be wrong with him?"

"Look, what I just said is correct, without those medical equipment, you so-called high-achieving students can't do anything!"

Zhao Yifan smiled faintly, and said to Yuan Bo, "Director Yuan, right?"

"Uh... um."

Yuan Bo nodded, looking at Zhao Yifan for no reason.

"Do you always feel a little dizzy and tinnitus recently, especially at noon, when the tinnitus is very serious?"

Zhao Yifan said lightly.

Director Fan curled his lips, thinking to himself with disdain, do you think you are a miracle doctor?Just looking at Yuan Bo just like that, without even knowing his pulse, dare to talk nonsense?It's ridiculous!
"How did you know?"

Yuan Bo was shocked, and looked at Zhao Yifan in disbelief. Indeed, he has always felt dizzy and tinnitus in the past half month, and the symptoms of tinnitus are very obvious at noon every day. My diagnosis is—I've been a little overworked recently, so I should take a good rest for a few days.

of course.

Yuan Bo didn't tell anyone about these things—even his wife didn't know.

But now it was said by Zhao Yifan.

This naturally startled Yuan Bo.

"what?"

Director Fan suddenly dropped his jaw in shock, looked at Yuan Bo in astonishment, and blurted out: "Director Yuan, what he said is true?" At this moment, he wondered if Yuan Bo had already communicated with Zhao Yifan?
Yuan Bo hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "That's right." Then, he couldn't help asking Zhao Yifan again: "Ms. Zhao, how did you know that I'm not feeling well these days?" What Yuan Bo couldn't figure out.

The people around were suddenly surprised. They thought Zhao Yifan was talking nonsense just now, but they never expected that Zhao Yifan was right!
"Our Chinese medicine practitioners pay attention to seeing, hearing, and asking."

Zhao Yifan smiled faintly and said: "Look at his complexion, smell his smell, inquire about his condition, check his pulse for diagnosis, Director Yuan, your complexion is a little dark, and your eyes are cloudy. You should have had it for a week or so a month ago. , basically only go to bed at dawn, right?"

"what?"

Yuan Bo's heart was shocked to the extreme, and he opened his mouth in astonishment, because his father died of illness just a month ago, as the only child, he had to keep vigil until dawn every day, and only in the daytime did he let those Relatives and friends greet and take care of it, and take time to catch up on sleep.

As for the time, Yuan Bo didn't need to count it at all, because the custom here is that after the parents pass away, as children, they must stay on guard for seven days.

Yuan Bo naturally knew that his physical discomfort during this period was caused by staying up late at night - but he couldn't imagine that Zhao Yifan could even "see" this situation?
This shit is too exaggerated!

"What the hell, is this Mr. Zhao so powerful?"

"Looking at Director Yuan's appearance, he must have been hit by Teacher Zhao!"

"When did Chinese medicine become so powerful?"

"Isn't this amazing? Is this a doctor's visit, or a physiognomy? You don't need to take a pulse diagnosis, you can see it?"

"It's not a wild guess, is it?"

In the lecture theater, it suddenly became a mess.

The reason is very simple, what Zhao Yifan said casually just now is really amazing!
Besides Tang Yuntao and Feng Lao, who else here has experienced this kind of medical technique?It only takes a few glances to be able to tell the symptoms, but it's even possible to tell the time so accurately!
"Hmph, you must know Director Yuan, or else, you've heard that something happened to Director Yuan's family before!"

After waking up from the shock, Director Fan couldn't help but retort that he didn't believe that there would be such an amazing medical skill in this world, who could tell the other party's condition and time accurately just by looking at it inferred.

If Chinese medicine is so powerful, how can there be such things as Western medicine?
So Director Fan felt that Zhao Yifan must have guessed wildly!
It just happened to be guessed by him.

Faced with Director Fan's doubts, Zhao Yifan smiled faintly and didn't bother to explain. Instead, Yuan Bo said: "Director Fan, Teacher Zhao and I didn't know each other before, and today is also the first time we meet."

"Director Yuan, you may not know him, but he may know you."

Director Fan frowned, glanced at Zhao Yifan, and said to Yuan Bo: "If you have dealt with those roadside fortune-telling scammers, you will know it. Some scammers will know it, and they just like to inquire about all kinds of news. , Sometimes you go to fortune-telling and find that what he said is very accurate, but in fact, it just happens that he knows about you."

Yuan Bo was a little dubious.

"You bullshit!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded from the back of the classroom.

Director Fan was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look, but saw a pretty girl with a blushing face, glaring at him, and said: "Ms. Zhao is not a liar, Mr. Zhao's medical skills are very good, where are you?" Can imagine!"

This girl is none other than Liu Hui.

Hearing Director Fan accusing Sang and scolding Huai there, implying that Zhao Yifan is a charlatan, Liu Hui couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and angrily scolded Director Fan.

Seeing this, Zhao Yifan frowned slightly, and glanced at Liu Hui.

"Hehe, are you skilled in medicine?"

Director Fan curled his lips and said sarcastically, "What do you know?" He turned his head and said to Zhao Yifan, "Mr. It's gone."

Zhao Yifan smiled lightly and said, "Come here, I'll take your pulse."

Director Fan sneered and said, "Mr. Zhao, don't you Chinese medicine practitioners look, hear and ask everything? You just used the 'look' method to see what is wrong with Director Yuan. Why did you come to me? Your medical skills are not effective. ?” As he spoke, he stood up from his seat, walked to the podium, and said sharply, “Tell me, do you want the left-handed one or the right-handed one?”

"casual."

Zhao Yifan said calmly.

Director Fan stretched out his left hand, and Zhao Yifan tapped his pulse lightly with three fingers, and took it back after about two or three seconds.

Director Fan felt more and more ridiculous. In just a few seconds, if he could figure out what was wrong with him, it would be hell.

"Tell me, Teacher Zhao."

Director Fan put his arms around his arms, stared at Zhao Yifan, and said, "What's wrong with me?" He had already made up his mind, and waited for Zhao Yifan to say "nonsense", pointed it out in front of everyone, and beat Zhao Yifan hard. s face.

"You are not sick."

Zhao Yifan smiled lightly.

Director Fan was slightly taken aback, and thought to himself that this guy is really cunning. Indeed, he is in good health and has nothing wrong with him, but he deliberately said that just now to create a false impression for Zhao Yifan—to make Zhao Yifan Thought he was sick.

In the end, Zhao Yifan wasn't fooled.

"Zhao."

Director Fan nodded and said, "You're right, I'm indeed in good health, but." He changed the subject and said, "Since you can see just now that Director Yuan was ill for several days in a row a month ago. I slept very late, so can you see that I was sick half a year ago?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of discussion in the auditorium.

"Isn't Director Fan purely making things difficult for people?"

"Yeah, what illness did you have half a year ago, how could such a thing be diagnosed?"

"Director Fan did it on purpose."

"That's right, it was on purpose. Who told Mr. Zhao to dismiss our western medicine as worthless just now?"

Everyone discussed in low voices.

Zhao Jiaqiang, who was beside Mr. Feng, became a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Isn't this person too much? Can he see that the question he asked was replaced by himself? What a nonsense!" said Then, he subconsciously glanced at Old Feng beside him.

However, to Zhao Jiaqiang's surprise, Old Feng's face remained motionless, neither angry nor annoyed, and looked on very calmly.

The same is true for Tang Yuntao.

"Oh, so what you said just now was what kind of illness you had six months ago?"

Zhao Yifan saw a sly and smug gleam in Director Fan's eyes, he smiled and said casually: "If I read correctly, you didn't have any illness half a year ago, but your left little finger died a year ago. Left and right, I had a fracture once, and the doctor who set the bone seems to be not very skilled. As a result, you have passed a year. Although it is not in the way when you walk, your left little finger always feels uncomfortable, and the fingertips have a kind of hollowness. Feeling empty, with nowhere to focus, and the nail of your left little finger has already grown, um, this can barely be considered a disease."

(End of this chapter)