Pulse diagnosis

  "Wait, once we're in the conference room, you directly bring up helping Zhang Datong with his pulse diagnosis!"

  The sudden voice from his mind startled Wang Zhengyu.

  Wang Zhengyu's calmness just now was not due to being confident and prepared, but rather because he had no desires.

  Although he had ideas about the 200,000 yuan prize money for this arena match, it was clear that what he valued more than winning or losing this arena match was the thing called Tian Shu that he got.

  So he naturally believed that everything would be arranged by the heavenly book. As expected, as soon as his words fell, the heavenly book gave him a countermeasure in his mind.

  "Alright, let's go to the conference room first. You two little brothers follow me!" Wang Zhengyu's calmness temporarily suppressed Zhang Dashan's discontent in his heart, and he took the two of them towards the already prepared conference room.

  ……

  "It seems like tomorrow's arena match will still have to rely on Zhang Dafu to take the lead!"

  "Ke Zhang Lao is already sixty years old, I'm afraid he will be out of energy!"

  The door of the conference room was just casually ajar, and as soon as the three people approached, they heard that the discussion had already begun inside. Zhang Dasong was about to push the door open for Wang Zhengyu and Huo Guangbo to enter, but he was stopped by Wang Zhengyu's outstretched hand, who signaled him to listen outside for a while with his eyes.

  "Ah, I knew it, where would we be so lucky? Just the day before the tournament, a strong player from Apricot Forest suddenly appears out of nowhere, and in the end, it's all just a false joy!"

  "Hey, you guys think that Old Man Wang might be afraid of losing his reputation in an instant, so he only sent his grandson to deal with us?"

  "Hey, Old Chen, how can you talk like that? Have you forgotten what Mr. Wang taught us? It's enough for us to digest for a while, I think. Probably the old man is too old and can't bear the hardships of traveling. Hey, our traditional Chinese medicine is too closed off. If everyone could communicate more, our traditional Chinese medicine wouldn't be in this state now!"

  "Alright, I'm telling you to stop saying these useless things! I think we should discuss how to tell that young fellow that we still need to switch people on stage. No matter what others say, they are following the orders of their elders and have traveled thousands of miles to Beijing for this martial arts competition. If we don't let them go on stage, it won't sound good when it gets out, will it? Moreover, although that young guy isn't much, if we do this, won't we offend Mr. Wang?"

  As soon as this was said, the room which had just been quite lively suddenly fell silent.

  Zhang Dasong, standing outside the door, had a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, which was flushed bright red. He had invited someone from afar, but upon seeing that it was just a young man, he showed various signs of distrust, and no matter what he said, it seemed rather impolite. Taking advantage of the brief moment of silence inside, he cleared his throat heavily twice, then pushed open the door with a flourish.

  "Alright, let's welcome Mr. Wang Zhengyu and his friends who have come from afar to help out!" Zhang Dasong boomed as soon as they entered the door, and then took the lead in applauding.

  Although there were doubts about Wang Zhengyu's age and medical skills, everyone stood up at this time and applauded in unison. Amidst the warm applause, Wang Zhengyu and Huo Guangbo walked slowly into the conference room.

  "Everyone is familiar with each other, so let's not bother with formalities. Why don't we invite Mr. Wang Zhengyu to say a few words now, and then we can discuss tomorrow's arena match together?" Zhang Dasong said.

  "Alright, I'll just say a couple of words! Everyone please take a seat, Old Zhang, you too!" At this point, Wang Zhengyu was no longer nervous.

  "Firstly, I am honored to be invited to this grand gathering of the Chinese medical community. Although it's possible that I wasn't the first choice for invitation, that's no longer important because I'm already here. What's more important is that I will prove to everyone that I have the confidence and ability to stand on the stage tomorrow."

  Wang Zhengyu felt that giving a speech was incredibly cool, and the words he needed to say would appear in his mind like subtitles.

  "I know that perhaps everyone has doubts about my age, which is normal. Not just you, but many patients also think so. After all, medical experience is very important, and my age may not be as long as many of the doctors present here, can I really represent everyone, represent Chinese medicine to go to war?"

  "As for this matter, I think it's pointless to say more because my age is evident here, my qualifications are in front of everyone, and my abilities absolutely cannot be recognized by just talking! So I plan to use facts to prove whether or not I am worthy of representing Chinese medicine. Therefore, I'd like to conduct a pulse diagnosis on the spot. Mr. Zhang, would you allow me to try?"

  Everyone present was shocked at the same time. Before Wang Zhengyu's words fell, it really didn't occur to him that Wang Zhengyu would mention on-site pulse diagnosis.

  Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis relies on the four characters "望闻问切" (looking, listening, asking and feeling), and to do well in these four areas requires many years of practical experience. It's not just a matter of checking for pregnancy, but also involves subtle differences in pulse diagnosis that can be very slight. And when you're facing veteran Chinese medicine doctors who have been practicing for many years, it takes courage to challenge their diagnostic skills.

  "Alright, since little brother wants to take my pulse on the spot, what's wrong with that! It's also a good opportunity for everyone to witness the techniques of this traditional Chinese medicine family!" Zhang Dasong was the first to react after being stunned for a moment.

  Then Zhang Dasong even got up directly and sat down beside Wang Zhengyu.

  The meeting room was full of experts, who knew that they had to remain silent when the crucial moment arrived, and for a time the whole meeting room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

  "Stretch out three fingers, simultaneously cutting off the inch, guan and chi positions!"

  When everything was in place, Wang Zhengyu's mind indeed transmitted the voice of the heavenly book pointing, and even produced a picture. The picture only had Zhang Dasheng's outstretched hand, and even marked the three precise positions of Cun, Guan, and Chi with red dots.

  Wang Zhengyu took a deep breath before extending his right hand, with three fingers steadily following the diagram in his mind, and placed them on Zhang Datong's wrist.

  "Calm down this old man! At his age, he's still so impulsive and emotional, and he's even taking someone's pulse!"

  Wang Zhengyu was still experiencing Zhang Datong's pulse with the medical knowledge instilled in him by Tian Shu when a sudden complaining voice appeared in his mind, making him feel embarrassed.

  "Zhang Lao, please calm down!" Wang Zhengyu smiled and repeated.

  Zhang Datong was taken aback, his old face slightly red with shame, and he said: "I'm really ashamed! In vain I've lived for several decades, but when things happen, I still don't have as much composure as my younger brother!"

  Although that's what he said, Zhang Dashan's gaze at Wang Zhengyu was not quite the same as before. After this interlude, Zhang Dashan also put down his worries and began to take Wang Zhengyu's pulse with a calm and concentrated mind.

  For three minutes, the entire conference room remained absolutely silent, with everyone even deliberately suppressing their own breathing sounds, until Wang Zhengyu's voice broke the silence of the conference room.

  "Zhang Lao is sixty this year, and he still has such a good body. It's really because of his Chinese medicine background, and he takes care of himself well... but..." Wang Zhengyu first praised him, then hesitated to continue speaking.

  The people present were unwilling to listen to only one polite phrase, and at that time someone impatiently shouted: "Little Wang, stop beating around the bush, just say what you want to say!"

  Wang Zhengyu still didn't make a sound, just smiling as he looked at Zhang Dasong. It wasn't until then that Zhang Dasong reacted: "It's nothing, little brother. At my age, I haven't done anything shameful. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'm not afraid of being laughed at!"

  "Now that Old Zhang has said so, I don't have anything to hide either! Old Zhang's physical condition is generally good. If I'm not mistaken, his living habits are excellent, he doesn't smoke or drink, but your left leg was probably injured in a collision over 20 years ago. I reckon it's because the treatment at that time was too rough, which leads to frequent relapses on rainy days!"

  Wang Zhengyu's words shocked everyone present.

  Just by feeling the pulse, he can diagnose a person's hidden illness for many years. If the judgment is correct, this is something that no one on the scene can do. Especially in recent days, Beijing has been sunny, and no one has seen any inconvenience in Zhang Datong's legs. So everyone's eyes are involuntarily looking at Zhang Datong, waiting for Zhang Datong to verify the truth.

  In fact, if Zhang Dashan wasn't facing away from them, just by looking at his expression with his mouth agape and a shocked face, they would have been able to guess that Wang Zhengyu's judgment was absolutely accurate.

  "Awesome, truly awesome! Little brother is indeed a worthy successor of the traditional Chinese medicine family. This pulse-taking technique is simply divine! I'm ashamed to say that 20 years ago, I fell off my motorcycle and injured my left leg. To save money, I didn't go to a big hospital and instead set the bone myself, which led to this chronic condition!" Zhang Dasong finally spoke up after being stunned for a while.

  As soon as Zhang Dasheng spoke out, the entire conference room immediately erupted into a commotion.

  If it weren't for the past few days of getting to know each other, if it weren't for Tian Shu's exceptional Chinese medical skills displayed online, perhaps everyone would have suspected that these two were just putting on an act.

  With just three minutes of pulse diagnosis, he can determine the hidden diseases in the patient's body and even analyze the source of the disease without any error. This can no longer be described as superb medical skills, but rather a divine technique!

  "A noble son is indeed a noble son, his actions are extraordinary!"

  "He's only in his early twenties; if he practices for a few more years, won't he become the modern-day Bian Que?"

  "Chinese medicine Wang family? Such exquisite medical skills have never been heard of before? Ah, have you ever heard of it?"

  "What did I just hear? I thought it was decided that Zhang would take charge tomorrow?"

  "Cough, okay, okay, everyone quiet!" Zhang Dasong finally stood up, waved his hand behind him, and then turned around to look at Wang Zhengyu with enthusiasm, saying: "I don't know what else can be seen from this pulse?"

  "Huh? There's still something left, but are you sure you want me to say it?" Wang Zhengyu muttered, rolling his eyes.

  "It doesn't matter, but it's nothing!" Zhang Dashan said with a wave of his hand.

  "Hey, Old Zhang, you're really something! At your age, you can still maintain a frequency of at least three times a week, that's truly admirable!" Wang Zhengyu exclaimed, giving Zhang Dasong a thumbs up.

  "Haha, I said how did Zhang Lao come to Beijing to participate in the arena match, and he even brought his wife! It turns out that's the case. The first time I saw her, I thought your sister-in-law was much younger than you, I was afraid something would happen, but it turns out you're really getting better with age!"

  As soon as Wang Zhengyu's words came out, Zhang Lao's acquaintances immediately teased him.

  More people snickered and didn't speak, the depressing atmosphere that had just been suffocating was swept away, except for Zhang Dashan, whose old face turned red like a monkey's butt.