Chapter 72: Challenging the Needle King (2)!

  Wang Yangxin stood at the door for a while, and soon a man in a black suit walked over quickly.

  "Director Wang, everything is ready." The man reported in a low voice.

  "Alright then, let's get started." Wang Yangxin said.

  Wang Yangxin waved his hand and the man quickly left, as if he was doing something shameful that he didn't want others to discover.

  Wang Yangxin then pushed open the door of the VIP diagnosis room and said with a smile: "Grandpa, everything is ready. Can we start now?"

  "Qin Luo, is there a problem?" Wang Xiu turned around and asked for Qin Luo's opinion.

  "No problem." Qin Luo said with a smile.

  "Then let's get started." Wang Xiuren said. "Our first match is a diagnostic competition. It's still the same as last time, with patients randomly selected on site for diagnosis and treatment. I'm the host, and this store was also opened by our Wang family. To avoid any suspicion of cheating, all patients will be randomly drawn. What do you think?"

  "Everything will be arranged by Wang Lao." Qin Luo replied with a smile.

  He knew that with Wang Xiuren's status and position, he shouldn't be doing something so opportunistic. If it got out, it would be a fatal blow to his reputation.

  So what if I cheat?

  In the face of superb medical skills, all plots and schemes are just paper tigers.

  Wang Yangxin made a phone call and immediately someone brought over the registration forms for today's outpatients.

  "You first." Wang Xiuzhen, in order to prove his own innocence, proactively asked Qin Luo to choose a number.

  "Sixteen," Qin Luo said.

  After Qin Luo chose a number, Wang Yangxin immediately selected the patient's information with the number sixteen from the registration form.

  "Li Ke. Male. Thirty-six years old." Wang Yangxin read from the registration form.

  "Please ask him to come up." Gu Baiyan said with a straight face.

  Soon, under the leadership of the shop's guide lady, a middle-aged man covering his stomach with a bitter face was brought into this VIP room.

  The man saw so many old men in this room, obviously stunned, stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at the nurse behind him, and asked: "Miss, didn't we go to the wrong place?"

  "Doctor, congratulations. Our old dean and several experts are going to help you with the diagnosis in person." The salesgirl said with a smile.

  "What's going on? What disease did I get? How can it be so serious?" The man's facial muscles stiffened, and he was almost in tears.

  He thought he had contracted some incurable disease and was going to meet his maker.

  "Doctor, it's like this. Today is the day when our former director does free clinic every month. A patient will be randomly selected from today's patients for treatment and all fees will be waived." Unbeknownst to me whether she had been briefed beforehand or not, but this salesgirl's quick thinking immediately dispelled the patient's doubts and fears.

  "Really?" The middle-aged man's face was full of smiles. He said with relish, "Then we'll have to trouble a few experts."

  He also saw that these old men seemed to be very effective, and if they helped with the treatment, they would definitely recover quickly.

  Besides, it's free anyway. If you don't try the free stuff, you won't know.

  Wang Xiuren nodded and said to Qin Luo: "You take his pulse first."

  Qin Luo walked over and grasped the middle-aged man's hand that was trying to break free, carefully feeling his pulse.

  "Didn't you say that the old director would treat me? How could you send an intern instead?" The middle-aged man asked indignantly. He felt he had been deceived.

  "Shut up, lest you aggravate your condition." Qin Luo said with a glance at him.

  The middle-aged man was intimidated and immediately shut his mouth.

  This time, Qin Luo took his pulse for a slightly longer period of time. It took him two or three minutes. Moreover, while taking the pulse, he kept sizing up the patient's facial features and symptoms.

  When he saw the red blood vessels in the patient's eyes and the dry cracks at the corners of his mouth, he understood everything, let go of the patient's wrist, and stood quietly on one side.

  After Qin Luo took the pulse, Wang Xiuren walked over and grasped the middle-aged man's wrist, pinching it for a while.

  After both of them took their pulses, Gu Bai Xian stood up and asked: "Do either of you have any questions for the patient?"

  "No." Qin Luo shook his head.

  "I don't either," Wang Xiuren said with a smile.

  It seems that both of them are confident. Just by using the "look" and "cut" methods from the four diagnostic techniques in traditional Chinese medicine, they already knew what disease the middle-aged man was suffering from.

  "If not, the two of you can each write down your diagnosis on paper. To add some difficulty to this first diagnosis, I suggest that you also write down the prescription in your mind."

  There were already people in the room who had prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qin Luo and Wang Xiu walked to the table and started writing with their brushes.

  Wang Xiushen's handwriting is strong and powerful, with an unusually fast speed. He uses the cursive script commonly used by doctors.

  Ordinary and unremarkable, it's nothing out of the ordinary in the eyes of these connoisseurs.

  But everyone's line of sight was attracted by Qin Luo's handwriting, including Wang Yangxin.

  As Qin Luo lifted his wrist, beautiful characters appeared on the paper. The words were slender and powerful, elegant and flowing, like clouds and water, smooth and natural.

  Everyone recognizes that this font is imitated from the famous calligrapher Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. Although it's just a resemblance, considering his young age, it's still very precious.

  "Good calligraphy. With just this character, one can be considered a master of the generation." Hei Lian Bao Gong Gu Bai Xian was the first to speak out in praise.

  "Beautiful! Truly beautiful. No wonder it comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. The underlying meaning is profound!" Old Zhuo also applauded and cheered.

  "Nowadays, young people who can write such beautiful brush calligraphy are truly rare." Fire pot king Guo Xu Sheng also smiled in praise.

  Qin Luo was secretly pleased to have won the praise of several senior Chinese medicine practitioners.

  Although he doesn't understand computers, can't sing songs, dares not drink wine, and can't drive a car ----- however, the things that brother knows, aren't something everyone can learn.

  Especially in modern cities, handwritten fonts have long been replaced by computer keyboards. Those who can write such beautiful handwriting are truly rare.

  Wang Xiuren finished writing his own prescription and turned to look at Qin Luo's handwriting. He sighed and said, "Handwriting is a person's face, just based on this good handwriting, I've already lost 10%."

  Qin Luo put down his brush and smiled, saying: "I've made a joke of myself in front of all of you seniors."

  "With this handwriting, no one can laugh at you." Gu Baiyan's tone was still stiff and rigid, but everyone could hear the implication of his praise and protection for Qin Luo.

  "Now let's take a look at the prescription first." said Old Zhuo with a smile.

  Three people put Wang Xiuren and Qin Luokai's pulse together, gathered together to study for a while, Gu Baixian said: "The diagnosis is similar. Both are angry liver fire, and also suffer from external sensation. The abdomen is bloated and full, the stool is dry and constipated."

  However, the prescription is quite different. Lao Zhuo said, "Lao Wang's prescription is Weiling Xian Fangzi, focusing on Tong. One Tong is all Tong, light and refreshing. The disease is eliminated and the fire is extinguished, it's also a wonderful prescription."

  "Qin Luo, the prescription is Da Cheng Qi Tang. However, I added a few doses of Wu Ling Xian medicine." Guo Xu Sheng turned his face to look at Qin Luo and asked: "Isn't this prescription too aggressive? Da Cheng Qi Tang originally has the effect of regulating qi and dredging collaterals, but you've added several doses of purgative medicines, won't it be uncontrollable once it's released?"

  Qin Luo glanced at the middle-aged man who was looking at them with a bewildered expression, and smiled: "Weiling Xian has the effect of unblocking meridians and regulating Qi. This can trigger the efficacy of Da Cheng Qi Tang. Once the efficacy is triggered, bowel movements will naturally become smooth. The effect of Weiling Xian is like a match used to light a cigarette - without fire, how can you smoke?"

  All four of them were giants in traditional Chinese medicine and after hearing Qin Luo's words, they all fell into deep thought.

  The first to understand was Wang Xiuren. He slapped his thigh and laughed, saying: "Not bad. This move is really clever. I admit defeat in this round."

  "Although the effect is swift and fierce, it indeed has a miraculous effect." Old Zhuo also said with a smile.

  Gu Baixian said: "Compared to Weiling Xian, Da Chengqi Tang can indeed cure the root cause faster. However, it also causes more harm to the patient's body. In this case, I think a draw is more suitable."

  Qin Luo also nodded in agreement and said: "My move was a bit too hasty. Let's start over."

  "Alright. Since you put it that way, I won't pretend to decline. Let's just call this round a draw." Wang Xiuren said.

  "The previous question was like a two-game match, diagnosis and prescription. The diagnosis was a tie, and the prescription was also a tie. However, that was a test question with diagnosis as the main focus and prescription as the auxiliary. Let's do this second question with the prescription as the main focus and the diagnosis as the auxiliary."

  After Gu Bai-xian announced the rules for the second round of the competition, Wang Yang-xin once again had someone bring over a patient's registration form.

  This time, Wang Xiuren still let Qin Luo choose a number. Qin Luo refused, so Wang Xiuren chose the number nine.

  "Zhang Beibei. Male. Two years old." Wang Yangxin read out the patient's information again from the registration card.

  A child? No one expected a patient so young to be chosen this time.

  "Want to change numbers?" Wang Yangxin asked.

  Wang Xiuren waved his hand and said, "Please come up."

  After a while, a young woman came up with a child in her arms. The child was tender and pink, like a small rabbit, lying in his mother's arms, crying non-stop.

  "What's going on?" Qin Luo asked.

  "Pneumonia caused by a cold." The young mother held the child tightly, not letting him struggle. She said anxiously.

  The patient has come out, and all that remains is to write a prescription.

  Wang Xiuren sat down in a chair and quickly opened a prescription.

  Qin Luo took the child from his young mother's arms, gently massaging his back and said: "Pay attention to keeping warm. Drink plenty of water. Often help the child massage his back, earlobe, arm, palm, sole, thigh, calf and other parts. The force should be light, each time for 15 minutes, 3-5 times a day. Do not do this action within an hour before and after meals. Once the child's immunity is enhanced, such situations will not occur.

  It's amazing, the child under Qin Luo's massage actually stopped crying and quietly enjoyed himself in his arms. Lethargic, drowsy, adorable appearance.

  "Thank you. Thank you." The young mother said with a grateful face.

  After hearing Qin Luo's words, Wang Xiuzhen's hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.

  After sitting with a blank face for a while, he crumpled up the prescription he had just written and threw it into the wastebasket. With a bitter smile, he said: "I lost this round. I admit defeat."