Lin Yi stood on the periphery of the crowd and looked at Doctor Wu who was standing in the center.

He glanced at Sheng Haiyang who was lying on the bed, then turned to look at the dean beside him and said: "I already know about this disease, you just need to take these few medicines according to my prescription.

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The dean was slightly startled when he heard this: "Can you find the cause of the disease just by checking the pulse?"

Just now, the dean only saw Doctor Wu checking Sheng Haiyang's pulse, and then he just stood there with his eyes closed to rest. After more than forty minutes, the dean opened the door and let people in.

And now, the cause of the disease has been found?

This is too ridiculous.

The hospital has been busy for so long and all kinds of instruments are used, but the problem has not been found yet.

"Of course, I, Wu Baitian, can treat a disease and know the cause just by feeling the pulse."

"This man is conscious, but cannot speak, and his body cannot move. It is nothing more than the result of poor meridians in the body. He only needs to take medicine to relax his tendons and activate his meridians to make him better. But at this time, I am afraid that it is not necessary

A little too long."

Wu Botian raised his head slightly and drooped his eyes when he spoke. Although he called him the dean, there was no respect in his tone. Instead, he sounded a bit arrogant.

"Meridians?" Standing next to the dean was a female doctor. She was wearing a white coat, had short hair, and was of middle-to-upper-class appearance. Upon hearing what Divine Doctor Wu said, her eyebrows furrowed slightly: "I also checked Mr. Sheng's pulse.

Judging from the pulse condition, Mr. Sheng's pulse is very strong, and it does not seem to be the result of blocked meridians."

"Besides, if the meridians are really blocked, it will lead to poor blood circulation, which will in turn make the muscles stiff due to ischemia. However, this is obviously not the case with Mr. Sheng."

"Who are you? I, Wu Botian, have been practicing medicine for decades. Am I not as experienced as you?" Wu Botian glanced at the female doctor with disdain in his eyes.

"This is Yun Lan, the chief physician of our Minghai People's Hospital, who specializes in traditional Chinese medicine." The director responded, his face as usual, but he was already a little unhappy.

The dean had heard about this miracle doctor named Wu Botian, but this was the first time he had met him.

Although this miracle doctor looks a bit like an old Chinese doctor on the surface, in comparison, the dean is still more inclined to believe in Yun Lan on his side.

If it weren't for the fact that Dr. Wu was invited by Ping Nianhua, and Ping Nianhua was the deputy general manager of Wansheng Real Estate, the dean would have probably kicked Wu Botian out by now.

"Oh? So you mean you don't believe what I say?" Wu Botian sneered, opened his eyes, and looked at the dean.

The dean is already over 50 years old. How can anyone talk to him like this in the hospital? At this moment, when Wu Botian asked him this question, the dean felt even more unhappy.

"I just have to be responsible for my patients. We have heard of Doctor Wu, but we have never seen him. It would be against the rules to give medicine to patients at will." The dean shook his head slightly.

Ping Nianhua on the side was secretly angry at this moment. He had never really planned to help Sheng Haiyang treat his illness when he came to Wu Botian.

The prescription written by Divine Doctor Wu only needs to be taken by Sheng Haiyang. If Sheng Haiyang's condition is not improved, it will be slightly aggravated.

At that time, Ping Nianhua can wait for the appointment from the head office, and then step into the position of general manager.

Seeing the dean stopping him, Ping Nianhua took two steps forward, nodded slightly towards Dr. Wu, and said in a deep voice: "Dr. Wu, since the dean doesn't believe in your medical skills, please show your skills."

Wu Botian glanced at Ping Nianhua, and then sighed: "Well, let me show my skills and let you know that my reputation as a miracle doctor is not for nothing."

"Let you see how my seven Zhongxuan fingers open up the meridians, so as to verify my statement."

After speaking, Doctor Wu walked to Sheng Haiyang's hospital bed, placed one hand on Sheng Haiyang's wrist, slightly arched his left leg, and took half a step away with his right leg.

Doctor Wu's fingers were seen changing rapidly, tapping Sheng Haiyang's right arm rhythmically, from bottom to top, seemingly lightly, but each time there was a crisp tapping sound.

Wu Botian's face was calm from beginning to end, and his finger tapping speed was not very fast.

The dean, Yun Lan, and the people around them all looked at Doctor Wu as if they didn't know what was going on.

"What is he doing?" Lu Xiaofei, who was behind the crowd, looked at Doctor Wu's movements with a confused expression.

Although she is from the Medical College and has little understanding of traditional Chinese medicine, she cannot understand the actions of Dr. Wu at all.

"Hit the joints with the force of your finger knuckles to let the blood flow and stimulate the nerves and meridians in a short time." Lin Yi looked at Divine Doctor Wu and said softly.

"Huh?" Lu Xiaofei looked at Lin Yi with some surprise: "Does this also belong to the category of traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Half and half, traditional Chinese medicine not only relies on looking, hearing, asking, inquiring, tracing the source, and then writing prescriptions, but it also requires counseling and some special methods, such as acupuncture, or the technical method of stimulating the meridians that he is using now to treat the disease.

." Lin Yi said quietly.

There are countless books on medicine in the Liuli Palace of Xianwu Continent, and any one of them would be enough to overturn the entire history of traditional Chinese medicine if it were available to the world today.

Shan Shuo Lin once read a medical book called "Yuelan", which records that relying on a unique method of refining qi, qi can be refined into medicine, thus relying on the cultivation of the qi practitioner to use the qi of the practitioner's body.

Go rescue people.

In addition, there are countless ancient books such as "Thirteen Needles in Medicine" and "Tracing the Origin", all of which have systematic interpretations of traditional Chinese medicine.

None of these exist on earth. The history of traditional Chinese medicine on earth is much shorter than that on the Xianwu Continent. Perhaps it is because on the Xianwu Continent, there is a saying that medicine can lead to elixirs.

Talented people are constantly pioneering and innovating, thus making Chinese medicine more perfect.

"You know so much, you are so amazing." Lu Xiaofei looked at Lin Yi with a little more admiration in her eyes.

"Tsk, it's just a little kid talking nonsense."

"Shendoctor Wu is a well-known Chinese medicine doctor, so there is no need to question his methods. What you said is just bullshit."

Doctor Zhao on the side looked disdainful, and then reminded Lin Yi: "Stop talking, be careful if your nonsense is overheard by Divine Doctor Wu. By then, he will be unhappy and die, and then you won't be able to eat and walk around."

Already."

Lin Yi did not respond to Dr. Zhao's words and looked at the hospital bed indifferently.

Doctor Wu's fingers had already tapped around Sheng Haiyang's right arm, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

Although the expression on Doctor Wu's face appeared, Lin Yi still noticed the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"It's so tiring just to simply improve your energy and transportation. This medical skill is a bit too inferior."

Lin Yi thought this in his heart, but didn't say anything.

"Then please see, everyone, Mr. Sheng couldn't move his whole body just now."

"Now, please ask Mr. Sheng to move your right hand."

Doctor Wu looked around and spoke slowly.

The next moment, Sheng Haiyang's right hand, which had been motionless, trembled slightly, and then he lifted it slightly.

The range is so small that it even seems difficult.

But after all, his arm moved.

But at this moment, Lin Yi glanced at Sheng Haiyang's neck, his eyes fell to his temples again, and he already knew something about it.
Chapter completed!