The Greatest Daoist Miracle Doctor

"Do you want to draw two strokes?" Cai Tianlong narrowed his eyes, put a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and turned to ask.

"Good! I'd like to ask Fang hai to draw a line. What's the competition like? " Lin guangbai rolled his sleeves and said boldly.

Cai Tianlong finally turned around.

Fang Hai put on a sneer: "Lin guangbai, Lin guangbai, you can't see the coffin without tears. Well, well, I'll give you a chance to let you lose heart and soul and be convinced! "

A group of old TCM doctors all gathered to Lin guangbai's side and nervously looked at Fang Hai and Cai Tianlong.

"For the sake of fairness, let's not look for patients from our own clinics. Let's randomly select a few patients from a third-party hospital. As for the results of the competition, we are all people who have been infiltrating traditional Chinese medicine for decades. We can see which one is better! You see, how about this comparison? " Fang Hai said aloud with his hands behind his back.

"Well, it's up to you!" At the moment, Lin guangbai has already settled down to deal with the contest himself.

Although, in the face of the imperial doctor Cai Tianlong, Lin guangbai felt that the chance of winning was very small, but he could not do without fighting.

Fang Hai also let Lin guangbai choose a hospital at will.

Lin guangbai casually talked about the city hospital.

Fang Hai immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Li Fengchun, President of the municipal hospital.

Li Fengchun immediately patted his chest and agreed.

For nothing else, Li Fengchun can't be provoked by Fang Hai.

Before long, Li Fengchun led the team himself and brought several patients.

The patients were also randomly selected according to their demands.

Of course, patients with small colds and the like can't be selected. These patients are all complicated diseases!

After Li Fengchun came, he was not willing to leave.

It's not a common thing to see such a duel between top TCM practitioners. Although Li Fengchun is a Western doctor, he also wants to see the excitement.

It's fair to be elected as a notary.

It is said that there are even red wall doctors sitting here. The selected patients are very happy and feel lucky.

In the courtyard of the society of traditional Chinese medicine, two tables were set up on the spot.

Traditional Chinese medicine is so simple that it doesn't need any special equipment. A table is enough.

The neighbors who live in the Hutong have heard that there is a competition of traditional Chinese medicine, and they also rush to tell each other.

A moment later, not to mention the courtyard was crowded, even the wall was full of onlookers.

All the TCM practitioners of the Chinese Medicine Society stood behind Mr. Lin guangbai and cheered him on.

Behind Cai Tianlong are the disciples of Fang Hai.

Just look at the posture, the two sides are evenly matched.

However, Cai Tianlong was sitting at the back of the table, reclining on the chair, turning his hands, and his face was always at ease.

On master Lin's face, however, there was a lingering tension.

After cleaning his hands, burning incense and praying silently, Mr. Lin sat down at the table.

Before the competition, he still quietly told several old TCM doctors behind him to continue looking for Ye Feng everywhere, and sent a man to stay in Xinglin spring.

Fang Hai saw that both sides were seated. He walked to the field with his hands on his back. He gave Lin guangbai a pitiful smile and said in a loud voice, "Lin guangbai, the best place for us to treat diseases in traditional Chinese medicine is that we can distinguish diseases by three fingers without using various instruments. Today, our first round of competition is pulse diagnosis. You don't mind? "

"No problem!" Lin Guang white eyebrow head a pick, Lang Sheng says.

"Ha ha, Lin guangbai, although in Haicheng traditional Chinese medicine, your skill of pulse diagnosis is in the past, but today, you have no chance of winning, because you are right, but my elder martial brother!" Fang Hai came to master Lin guangbai's ear and said with a smile.

Not as good as Mr. Lin's reply, Fang Hai stood up straight and yelled at Li Fengchun: "call the patient!"

President Li Fengchun hears speech, brought out a patient in a hurry.

This round of pulse examination seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult.

The patient was asked not to speak during the whole process, with the latest hospital test report in his pocket.

The two famous doctors took turns in pulse diagnosis, and then wrote down the patient's condition on their own paper. The one closest to the report was the winner!

It's a test of real kung fu. You can't take any chances.

Although pulse diagnosis is only a part of the divine craftsmanship, traditional Chinese medicine has always been a combination of four diagnosis.

However, as a result of the competition, the patient was asked not to speak during the whole process of pulse diagnosis and not to ventilate with any doctor.

As soon as the patients arrive, the contest will officially begin.

The traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and the onlookers began to get nervous and excited.

"I know that Mr. Lin is the old shopkeeper of Tongyi hall in Haicheng. He has been practicing medicine for decades, so he can't be wrong." There are onlookers in the neighborhood, whispered excitedly."Mr. Lin is good, but the one on the opposite side is more divine. He is the red wall doctor who specializes in treating the leaders. It is said that he was the descendant of the four famous doctors in the capital. As far as qualifications are concerned, they are much higher than Mr. Lin. " Some of them are well-informed, but they are even more excited.

"In this way, it's hard to say who wins or loses."

"If you want me to say, the imperial doctor over there will win even more! If you look at people's score, you will have a clear idea. "

I watched the crowd and whispered.

A group of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners behind Mr. Lin mentioned their voices.

Dozens of pairs of eyes, all fell on Mr. Lin's three fingers.

Looking at Mr. Lin again, he rolled up his sleeves, with a dignified face. He sat upright on the chair and motioned the patient to stretch out his wrist.

This patient is a male patient in his forties. He is very thin, and his face is blue and dark. Although he was selected as a case in such a big meeting, he can't stand up. It seems that his illness is very difficult.

Master Lin guangbai slowly stretched out three fingers and pressed them on the patient's Cun Guan ruler.

Eyes slightly closed, began to sink heart pulse.

After the diagnosis of the left hand, he changed his right hand, pondered for a moment, frowned slightly, and again gave pulse diagnosis to his wrists. Then, he signaled that he was OK.

Immediately after his death, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor brought a pen and paper, and Mr. Lin wrote his diagnosis on the paper and handed it to Li Fengchun.

"How about Mr. Lin?" Gao Shuming and other old TCM doctors immediately went forward and asked questions.

Mr. Lin didn't say anything. He frowned and waved his hand. He didn't seem to be absolutely sure.