The First Pulse

  Wang Zhengyu may not know that just by showing up, he has already caused a stir online. He may also be unaware of the debate between his parents on TV and the commotion his appearance has caused among his family and friends.

  So he can still sit calmly and leisurely on the chairman's platform, listening to the host continuing the competition process.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, Chinese and Western medical experts, and TV audience friends, I now have in my hand the 40 inspection reports of volunteers of childbearing age provided by the organizing committee of this competition. Please believe that the results of these reports are all verified repeatedly and must be accurate."

  "Now, according to the meeting minutes of the organizing committee, we have invited the initiator of this competition, Director of Internal Medicine at Chengbei Hospital - Chen Jian, to come on stage. He will shuffle all the reports and renumber them, then hand them over to the notary public for this competition. The notary public will then arrange for volunteers to take the stage in the order rearranged by Director Chen."

  Xie Yun-song's words fell, and Chen Jian, who had been ready in front of the rostrum, quickly walked towards the rostrum. Unfortunately, most of the audience seemed to still be immersed in the shock brought by Wang Zheng-yu's young age, and only sparse applause was heard.

  Chen Jian actually knew that this step was just a formality, and its purpose was to make the audience believe that the competition was completely impossible to cheat.

  Because all the volunteers were actually mostly handpicked by him, it was absolutely impossible for them to have any connection with those traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. However, Chen Jian, who was naturally cautious, carefully shuffled the test reports in his hands in front of the on-site guests and countless cameras, before directly handing them over to the notary public who had been waiting aside.

  Two clerks quickly numbered all the reports, then handed over the list to the staff after finishing copying, and made a gesture of everything ready to the host Xie Yun-song.

  "Alright, now all the preparations are complete! I declare that this Chinese-Western medicine showdown has officially begun. Now please ask volunteer number one to take their position! Also, I'd like to add that since traditional Chinese medical diagnosis requires a relatively quiet environment, in order to ensure fairness for this competition, we hope that our guests and audience friends will refrain from making any noise!"

  Xie Yun-song finished speaking and walked down from the podium directly.

  At the same time, the staff also brought volunteer No. 1 to the opposite side of Wang Zhengyu's consultation desk.

  Obviously, the arrangement of the rostrum was carefully considered. Although there was a thick curtain blocking the way, it did not affect anyone's line of sight. Everyone could clearly see Wang Zhengyu's movements.

  So when Wang Zhengyu, with the help of his staff, placed three fingers on the first volunteer's wrist, the entire venue suddenly fell silent, as if time had come to a standstill. The whole room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone involuntarily tensed up, waiting for Wang Zhengyu's diagnosis result for the first volunteer.

  In fact, it's not just the scene, countless audiences watching on TV or computer are also starting to hold their breath and wait for the result. Even online, the comments that were constantly refreshing just now have temporarily come to a halt.

  Unlike those passive spectators waiting for the result, Mo was carefully observing Wang Zhengyu's pulse-taking technique at this moment.

  When he saw Wang Zhengyu accurately placing three fingers on the volunteer's wrist at the inch, guan and chi points, he couldn't help but nod his head in secret, having a bit more confidence in Wang Zhengyu.

  But Mo Lao's sidekick, Mo Xiao Yao, was different. Perhaps because of her roommate's teasing about Wang Zheng Yu, she felt a twinge of guilt towards him, or maybe it was just because they were classmates, but at this moment, she inexplicably felt tense, her two hands clenched tightly together, her eyes fixed on Wang Zheng Yu who was standing on stage with his eyes closed.

  As for those old Chinese doctors, it's even more unnecessary to mention them. Everyone was staring at the podium with a gaze that seemed to make time stand still. Although Wang Zhengyu had already shown off his incredible pulse-taking skills in front of them, who wouldn't be afraid of what if it wasn't? Especially this crucial first pulse.

  But perhaps even more nervous than those old Chinese medicine practitioners was Chen Jian, the initiator of this competition.

  He didn't care about the 200,000 yuan he bet with Wang Zhengyu. Before the competition, he had made countless speeches on the pseudo-scientific theories of traditional Chinese medicine and listed various examples to prove this point. Although he also had countless fans, naturally there were many netizens who believed in traditional Chinese medicine and scolded him on his **.

  If it turns out that he is wrong, his face will be utterly lost. Moreover, the materials and arguments he painstakingly gathered will become a laughing stock on the internet, and he may become an entertaining figure for the masses online for a long time to come.

  So although he was very confident, at this time he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

  Perhaps the most relaxed and comfortable person in the entire venue at this time was Wang Zhengyu, who was sitting on the podium taking the pulse of the volunteers. He didn't even bother to feel the volunteer's pulse, but simply followed the prompts from the Heavenly Book, applying some force with his fingers. At this point, he even had the mood to chat with the Heavenly Book in his mind, because he thought that just sitting there was a very boring thing to do.

  "I say Tian Shu brother, I always call you Tian Shu but it feels a bit strange. How about I give you a nickname instead?"

  "Take it, make it sound good!" Apparently, Tian Shu, this extraterrestrial intelligent product, didn't take today's match seriously either.

  "How's 'Gou Sheng'? I see it in many rural areas, and it sounds both familiar and colloquial!"

  "Get out!"

  "Don't like it? What about dog eggs?"

  The Heavenly Book fell silent for a moment, and instead of reasoning with its unscrupulous master, it gave out the pregnancy test result of the first volunteer.

  Wang Zhengyu didn't hesitate and slowly released his grip on the woman's pulse under everyone's gaze, saying: "It's done!"

  The staff walked forward and took away the first volunteer. Wang Zhengyu, on the other hand, pretended to think for a moment before slowly opening his mouth and saying: "This lady is pregnant!"

  Wang Zhengyu paused for a moment, and before everyone could react, he added loudly: "The pregnancy is between three to four weeks!"

  ……

  As soon as Wang Zhengyu's voice faded away from the meeting hall, the audience below the chairman's podium was in an uproar.

  To know the rules of this competition, the host introduced them very clearly before the game started. The Chinese medicine practitioner only needs to accurately judge whether the volunteer is pregnant or not. Now, Wang Zhengyu has even reported the gestational age of the pregnant volunteers by feeling their pulse, and he did so with great confidence. Even people who don't understand Chinese medicine can feel that the difficulty level has increased exponentially.

  Those who understand traditional Chinese medicine, except for the old TCM doctors who saw Wang Zhengyu taking Zhang Lao's pulse yesterday, had even more incredulous expressions on their faces. Especially Mo Lao, after hearing Wang Zhengyu announce the answer, his eyes immediately stared intently at the notary holding the diagnosis report on the other side of the stage.

  "Now, please let the notary announce the result!"

  Others can be distracted, but as the host, Xie Yun Song cannot. When the noise from below subsided a bit, he immediately spoke up.

  At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the notary public on the podium. Countless cameras were taking close-ups of the notary public holding the diagnosis report and Wang Zhengyu.

  "No. 1 Volunteer Beijing Maternal and Child Health Hospital Diagnosis Report, Name: Liu Chunxiang, Age: 27 years old, Diagnosis result: Early pregnancy, Gestational age: 23 days. Because this is the last confirmed diagnosis report two days ago, so the pulse diagnosis result of Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner Zhang Zhengyu is completely accurate!"

  When the notary's voice fell, there was a brief silence under the chairman's stage again, until a group of people in the Chinese medicine area applauded, and everyone came back to their senses, starting to applaud. The media on site, however, uniformly aimed their cameras at Wang Zhengyu's face, which still wore a black eye mask as he sat quietly at the consultation desk.

  Have to say, Wang Zhengyu's performance at this time is very much like a high-ranking official.

  Although his eyes were covered with black cloth, from the other parts that were not covered, it could be seen that the young man was extremely calm at this time, and did not even reveal a hint of complacency, giving people an inexplicable feeling of serenity.

  Perhaps those on site didn't see it as clearly, but the audience watching video live broadcasts in front of TVs and computers saw it crystal clear under the camera's close-up shots.

  Just then stopped commenting for a moment, and started refreshing again, only this time, the number of people supporting traditional Chinese medicine was significantly higher.

  "Whoa! Is this really happening? Are you sure this is an official match? I feel like I'm watching a historical palace drama!"

  "Who just said that Chinese medicine has lost its way? Come out and take a walk for two steps! Others can even accurately report the gestational age, but only detecting pregnancy is nothing!"

  "Haha, look at this, is there anyone who still thinks that our ancestors' traditional things passed down are pseudo-science?"

  "Hurry up and give that Chen Jian a special write-up, can this guy still have the face to shout?"

  "This young man is determined to succeed, he remains calm in the face of adversity and prosperity, he will surely become a great talent!"

  And those who were only first-time volunteers, and the voices of thirty-nine tests, were completely drowned out by the excited voices supporting traditional Chinese medicine.

  ……

  Mo Lao looked calm as usual, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his emotions. He didn't even notice Chen Dong's remark beside him, "Mo Lao, it seems you don't have to worry about Chinese medicine having no successors!"

  At this time, all his attention was focused on Wang Zhengyu's calm face, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to his eyes. If there were still doubts that Wang Zhengyu had just coincidentally guessed correctly, then Mo Lao could basically determine from the details he saw that Doctor would win this arena match without a doubt.

  This naturally made Mo's mood great, and he couldn't help but say to his granddaughter beside him: "Yao Yao, this classmate of yours is not bad. Grandpa wants to ask you for a favor, after the game is over, can you help Grandpa make an appointment with this young man? Grandpa wants to have a good chat with him!