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As soon as Zhao Xinyu said these words, the entire venue suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the ten judges on the stage.

An old man in his seventies stood up and waved to the staff responsible for broadcasting. Zhao Xinyu's diagnosis result instantly appeared on the big screen, with only two words: "no disease".

The other six people all had diagnosis results. Sun Buhui, Huangfu Jishi, Song Miao, Lei Feng and another one named Zhou Hong all diagnosed the patient with liver problems.

"The patient's eyes are red, his complexion is yellowish, his lips are chapped, his mouth vomits foul odor, his eyes are dull, and his body is weak. All these are serious problems with the liver, but you use the word "no disease". You simply can't Become a qualified Chinese medicine practitioner."

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly and looked at the old man who was speaking, "Excuse me, have you checked the patient's pulse?"

These words made the ten people on the stage stunned. In order to ensure the fairness of the assessment, the patients were temporarily transferred from the patients who came to receive treatment. They only looked at it through inspection. They had not really diagnosed it. Pulse.

Zhao Xinyu did not look at the old man. His eyes fell on the patient and said, "Uncle, there must be something happy in your family recently."

Niu Da narrowed his eyes and said, "Asking patients without permission, this alone is enough for you to be eliminated."

Zhao Xinyu retorted, "The consultation is to ask about the patient's physical discomfort and reactions. I have asked if I have. I don't even know this. You don't know who taught you Chinese medicine."

Niu Da couldn't help but conclude that the consultation in traditional Chinese medicine was really just like what Zhao Xinyu said. It only asked about the patient's physical symptoms, but Zhao Xinyu really didn't ask about these.

The originally dull-eyed patient's eyes lit up when Zhao Xinyu asked, "Young man, how did you know that you married a wife last month?"

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Auntie must not be old."

"Alas," the old man smiled bitterly, "She is thirty-six years old. It's a pity that I have this disease."

When everyone heard this question and answer, their hearts suddenly moved. The expressions of the ten judges on the stage and Niu Da changed at the same time. They thought of a question at the same time.

The old man is over sixty years old, but his wife is only thirty-six. This is a standard old man and young married woman. If an old man and young married woman have too much sex, the consequences will also have the symptoms they see.

Niuda walked quickly to the patient and put his hand on the patient's wrist. After a moment, Niuda's face showed a trace of embarrassment. He looked at the ten judges on the stage and shook his head with a bitter look on his face.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes shrank, and they all knew in their hearts that it was not Zhao Xinyu who was misdiagnosed, but all of them.

Many of the people present are famous masters of traditional Chinese medicine, but now they are all mistaken. The patient does not suffer from severe liver disease as they imagined, but because he has had too much sex.

But now only a young man in his twenties could see that if this matter spread, it would be a slap in the face to them.

When everyone looked embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with this matter, a cold snort came, "A bunch of self-righteous guys. The reason why Chinese medicine has declined is because of you guys who claim to be famous doctors but are full of copper odor. A group of people who are more than a thousand years old in total are not as good as a young boy in his early twenties. They will be less embarrassed by Chinese medicine practitioners in the future."

Zhao Xinyu's heart moved. Such a rebuke could be considered an insult to a group of very famous people.

But what he didn't expect was that no one on or off the stage moved at all, with embarrassment and bitterness on their faces.

When he turned around to look, he saw that the slovenly old man had arrived behind him at some point. At this moment, the old man's face was full of anger.

The old man turned to look at the four groups of people wearing traditional Chinese medicine robes, "They all think they are the descendants of famous doctors and don't study traditional Chinese medicine well. These are your so-called outstanding children. I can't even compare them to a farmer. They still learn Chinese medicine." You are a Chinese medicine practitioner, just go home and raise pigs and herd sheep.”

At this time, the faces of the four children from traditional Chinese medicine families who participated in the assessment were uneasy."

"Mr. Hua, traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, smelling, asking, and understanding. It is normal to misdiagnose by looking, smelling, and hearing alone. A qualified Chinese medicine doctor cannot make a judgment based on these two diagnoses," Song Miao said respectfully.

Hearing what Song Miao called the old man, Zhao Xinyu was shocked. He tricked Hua Tuo, the originator of the traditional Chinese medicine world and was known as the miracle doctor. It turned out that the old man was a descendant of the miracle doctor Hua Tuo. No wonder he reprimanded those people. Those people had no sense at all. Complain.

"You are not good at studying medicine and you still blame others. Well, I will give you a chance, Niuda. There is a patient outside. You ask them to bring him in, and I will see how you diagnose and treat him."

A few minutes later, Niuda came back from the outside. Behind him was a middle-aged man in his thirties. The strong man had a strong back and a strong waist, with bright eyes and a red face. He walked like a tiger.

The old man pointed at the middle-aged man. "Everyone can use it if you go over there and ask about it. As long as you find the cause of the disease and give him a prescription."

After speaking, the old man looked at the eliminated assessors and said, "You can also give it a try. If any of you diagnoses him and prescribes useful medicines, you will be considered to have passed the traditional Chinese medicine assessment this time."

At this time, the eliminated assessors became excited, and they returned to the assessment area one by one with excited expressions.

There is no apparent problem in middle age, so almost everyone starts to skip the examination and consultation, and they directly start the consultation and diagnosis.

But what left everyone speechless was that no matter how they asked, the middle-aged man kept silent. The more people asked, the middle-aged man's expression seemed to fluctuate, and there was a trace of impatience in his eyes.

After all the diagnosis and treatment were completed, Sun Buhui, Lei Feng, Huangfu Jishi, and Song Miao also started diagnosis and treatment. Because the people in front of them couldn't see or hear anything, they also started to diagnose and treat the pulse.

While others were diagnosing the pulse, the old man kept looking at Zhao Xinyu. He saw that Zhao Xinyu's eyes were not on the examiner's method of diagnosing the pulse, but on the middle-aged man. This made the old man look a little confused. Covering up the joy and being blind to the things of the world, this is what the masters of Chinese medicine want to achieve.

When Song Miao completed the pulse diagnosis and began to prescribe medicine, everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Xinyu. They all wanted to see what Zhao Xinyu could do to be outstanding.

Zhao Xinyu sat in front of the middle-aged man and smiled faintly. He glanced at Song Miao who had handed over the prescribed prescription, and turned his eyes to the middle-aged man again.

"Bedwetting is not a serious problem. A few times of acupuncture can completely cure it. Judging from my brother's temperament, he should feel good. This is not a hidden secret."

The next moment, everyone's eyes shrank, and the middle-aged man's expression changed again, his face turned red, he sighed, and there was a trace of tears in his eyes.

The middle-aged man has a beautiful family, but starting from this year, he suddenly kept wetting the bed for some reason. He didn't know how many times he tried it, but it didn't work at all. And because of bedwetting, there was a rift in the couple's life, and now it has become a problem. After separation, his wife gave him a word that if the problem could not be cured within one year, he would get a divorce.

Ship Pui spoke casually, and the middle-aged man reacted fiercely. The examiners who diagnosed the middle-aged man's pulse, including Sun Buhui and the others, looked at Zhao Xinyu blankly one by one, their eyes full of shock. How could they? I can't imagine how Zhao Xinyu knew that a middle-aged man wet the bed without diagnosing his pulse.

On the other hand, Sun Bugui and the four of them had a look of surprise in their eyes, but also a little more confidence, because they knew from the pulse diagnosis that middle-aged people not only have bedwetting problems, but also have other symptoms, and this kind of Symptoms cannot be diagnosed and treated without special pulse diagnosis methods.

"Little brother, you said that only acupuncture can cure my disease," the middle-aged man said with a trembling voice, holding Zhao Xinyu's hand.

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly, raised his hand and patted the middle-aged man's big hand a few times, "Brother, bedwetting is actually a good thing for you. It saved your life."

These words made the eyes of the people present suddenly shrink, and they all looked at Zhao Xinyu with horror. Why did he still wet the bed? He saved a middle-aged man's life. How does this have anything to do with it.

They had such a reaction, but Sun Buhui and the others were horrified. As Zhao Xinyu said, bedwetting in middle-aged people is caused by other diseases. As long as the disease is cured, the bedwetting will disappear naturally.

When the old man heard what Zhao Xinyu said, he kept nodding his head. When he looked at Zhao Xinyu again, he felt like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

"Little brother, I have no other discomfort except bedwetting."

"Brother, let me take your pulse."

When Zhao Xinyu put a finger on the middle-aged man's wrist, many candidates showed a hint of disdain in their eyes, but Sun Buhui, the old man, the judges on the stage, and even those who accompanied Sun Buhui and the others here , his face changed instantly, and his eyes were full of horror.

The old man's lips trembled a few times. He felt that his throat was dry at this moment. He did not expect that the divine art of pulse diagnosis, which had been lost for countless years, would appear in the traditional Chinese medicine examination, and it would also appear on a young boy in his twenties.

At this moment, those people from the four major traditional Chinese medicine families who originally looked at Zhao Xinyu and his disgusted eyes no longer showed disgust in their eyes, but showed a trace of awe. They seemed to be unable to feel the smell that permeated Zhao Xinyu's body. What they wanted to know most was where this young man came from and why the legendary Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis technique appeared in his body.

In just a few minutes, Zhao Xinyu took his finger back, raised his hand and patted the middle-aged man's hand a few times, "Brother, let me ask you, have you had sex frequently in the recent period, but it happens every time. ..."

The middle-aged man nodded, "Little brother, little miracle doctor, please."

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly, "I just said that bedwetting saved your life. There is no need for acupuncture. I will prescribe a decoction and it will take at least half a month to make you recover as before. Then you can do whatever you want."

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