Even Old George could hear what the old man said. He was going to take Zhang Can, but he was still confident in Zhang Can. Even if he didn't understand Chinese medicine very much, Old George knew that it was not too difficult to just take the pulse.

You know, Zhang Can out of thin air, just as he said, using qigong has already made his paralyzed lower body feel consciousness. That's it. If it is put into the medical world, it will probably shock the entire medical world.

Su Xue naturally didn't worry that the old man could defeat Zhang Can, and his expression was the most relaxed.

The old man then said, "As long as you say it correctly, you can give me a set of silver needles, and you don't need a penny!"

In fact, a set of silver needles does not cost much, but it won’t be needed if it is not a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

Zhang Can was also worried that the old man would test his common sense of traditional Chinese medicine or medical skills, so he could not guarantee that he could answer it. However, he was just taking the pulse and looking at the diagnosis. This was not difficult, and it was just right.

"Then I'll be ugly!"

Zhang Can stretched out his right hand, then gently pressed the three fingers of Zhong Shi Wuming and others on the old man's right hand pulse door, seeing that the movement was taking the pulse, but he used spiritual energy to detect it in the old man's body.

Before, after the old man spoke, Zhang Can had a look through his body. There was basically nothing wrong with it all over his body, but there seemed to be a little abnormality in his stomach.

Perspective cannot analyze the old man's body problems, but he feels that there may be problems with his stomach, so as soon as Zhang Can's spiritual energy penetrates into the old man's body, he only quickly sways all over his body. After detecting that there is no problem in other parts, he immediately analyzed the situation in the stomach carefully.

Sure enough, the old man had some fine rashes and blisters on his stomach wall, and he felt like he was burning. Zhang Can's spiritual energy clearly analyzed in the remaining gastric juice in his stomach. It was chili peppers, very spicy peppers.

Zhang Can immediately knew it and smiled and said, "Old sir, I want to look at your tongue again!"

The old man also obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show Zhang Can.

Zhang Can's method was actually intentional, but if something happened in the stomach, it usually shows some on the tongue, especially spicy food, which will show on the tongue. It is a kind of anger.

"Old sir, did you eat chili peppers yesterday? And it's the hotter one, it's anger. You know how to treat it yourself. The anger at the root of your tongue is shrinking. It seems that you have taken annealing medicine. Your body is very healthy and there are no symptoms in other parts!"

The old man stared at Zhang Can, and a smile appeared on his face. He smiled, and then said to the woman sideways, "Fangfang, go and take out my silver needles, and I want to give them to this little brother!"

Although Zhang Can dyed his hair, he did not wear sunglasses and spoke Chinese. The old man naturally confirmed that he was Chinese and did know very well about traditional Chinese medicine. Although it was not too difficult to take the pulse and auscultation just now, if he didn't know Chinese medicine, he wouldn't be able to see it.

Furthermore, the old man showed it himself and had taken annealing medicine. In fact, there was no big sign on his tongue, only a slight trace. Zhang Can just took his pulse and looked at his tongue to see his symptoms. It can be said that he could only see it with deep attainments in traditional Chinese medicine.

Moreover, the old man caught an annealing powder yesterday. He had already taken annealing powder last night and had the medicine again this morning. In fact, the symptoms of anger are already very mild. He himself may not be able to see this situation so accurately. Of course, if you don’t take the medicine, ordinary doctors can tell it.

It seems that this young man is a master!

As soon as the old man was sure, he immediately told his daughter to get a pair of silver needles to be a Chinese medicine practitioner, especially abroad, who is relatively lonely because he has few peers and most people will not like to go to the Chinese medicine clinic to treat patients. The old man faced only some older overseas Chinese, and the descendants of overseas Chinese basically would not come to the Chinese medicine clinic for treatment because they did not believe in Chinese medicine.

As soon as Zhang Can tried it out, the old man became enthusiastic immediately and greeted him again: "Little brother, come here, sit down here and chat..."

The old man ignored the old George in a wheelchair, Su Xue beside Zhang Can, and the bodyguards. To him, he was just a doctor who saw a doctor. The others were rich, poor, officials, and robbers. It didn't matter.

Before he got the silver needle, Zhang Can was naturally embarrassed to insist on waiting at the counter, but to be honest, he was afraid of talking to the old man. How much he had to pay, he understood very well. If the old man asked about common sense of traditional Chinese medicine, he would reveal his flaws, but there was no way, so he had to bite the bullet and go there.

The old man immediately boiled water in an electric kettle and prepared to make tea. Zhang Can glanced at the set of tea sets on the table and felt a little moved. He couldn't help but praise: "Sir, your purple clay tea set is a bit old!"

The old man was stunned and then said in surprise: "Little brother, do you still know antiques?"

"Haha, that is, I know some fur, I..." Zhang Can replied with a smile. Antiques are the things he is best at, and his supernatural powers are also used best. Just as he was about to say that he was opening an antique shop in China, he suddenly thought that there was Old George next to him, so that he would not disclose this, so as not to have another accident.

"Then tell me, is my purple clay tea set true or false, and how long will it take to be?" After stopping, the old man asked Zhang Can with interest.

Zhang Can had already analyzed the old man's set of purple clay tea sets when he was looking through, and he had already obtained the results. However, in front of the old man, it should not be too outrageous. If you only look at the eyes, you will know the authenticity of the year, which is still a bit amazing. So after the old man said that, Zhang Can still picked up the purple clay teapot and observed it carefully.

Based on his own perspective, Zhang Can knew very clearly what was good and what was bad. He looked at the purple clay teapot for a while, and then praised: "Old sir, your purple clay teapot is simple in style. The main body of the pot is deep purple, while the spout handle is lilac. This is a typical two-color clay method. The font on the pot surface and the bamboo carvings are smooth, the square and circle are very effective, with a rich ancient style. Although the whole pot is two-color, it seems to be well-proportioned, deep and natural, without any scent. I think this is the work of Wu Yungen, a master of the Republic of China period..."

The old man was stunned and stunned. Piaotianwen.com said: "How do you know... Are you sure this is made by Wu Yungen?"

Zhang Can smiled faintly. Not to mention anything else, for the identification of antiques, under the supernatural power of spiritual energy, there is no more certainty in this world than him!

The old man saw that although Zhang Can did not answer him, his expression was accustomed and he seemed extremely confident.

Next to Zhang Can, Su Xue smiled happily. She had already experienced Zhang Can's achievements in antiques for a long time, but she also knew that Zhang Can's ability to identify antiques also comes from his perspective ability.

The old man completely forgot the purpose of Zhang Can coming to him, so he quickly poured the boiled water into the purple clay pot, and washed the tea leaves that had been put into the purple clay pot and spread out and widened. The vapor mist appeared from the pot immediately made the room full of fragrance.

Old George and his bodyguards were relatively unfamiliar with the old man’s method of making kung fu tea, and they didn’t drink tea, just watched the old man’s skillful actions of making tea.

The tea was Zhan in six very small purple clay tea cups. The tea was slightly green. As soon as it poured, the old man reached out and said, "Little brother, drink my tea and see how..."

Zhang Can first thanked him, and then picked up the small cup. The tea was still very hot, but the cup was very small, and a cup of tea was only enough for a small sip. When the water was scalded, you had to drink it in two sips. After Zhang Can took a small sip into his mouth, his mouth was immediately full of fragrance and rushed into his forehead, and even his brain seemed much lighter!

"Good tea, good pot, good cup!"

Zhang Can praised three times in a row, three good, plus a teapot cup.

Old George couldn't help but reach out to grab a cup, which was a little hot. He blew it and then drank it into his mouth. The fresh fragrance really made him feel refreshed and he couldn't help but praise: "Good tea!"

You know, Old George has never drunk Chinese tea. The first time I drink this, I feel very good. Of course, this is also the best tea for the old man, and the utensils are good.

In Chinese Kung Fu tea, a series of coordination is to be paid attention to, tea leaves, utensils, water, and the fire marble that makes tea is indispensable. For example, tea is good but the utensils are not good, so it does not taste the same. Of course, tea is good and utensils are good, but those who make tea are not good at kung marble. If the fire marble is not good at home, they will also not be able to make good tea.

The old man was obviously a master. He had been doing such things for a long time and was very skillful in his movements. After Zhang Can and Old George drank tea, the old man quickly added tea.

Old George couldn't help but bring another cup to drink, and then said, "This Chinese tea is so delicious. I'll buy some tea to drink when I go back!"

In Chinatown, there are special tea merchants who operate tea. Old George has seen a lot, and even in large supermarkets, it is just that Old George didn’t drink tea before, so he has never paid attention to it.

But Zhang Can immediately said, "Haha, Mr. George, you have thought about Chinese tea, which is a good thing. Our Chinese tea has a way of health. Drinking it to strengthen the stomach and spleen, and you will feel refreshed. But you will definitely not be able to make such good tea, because there are many requirements in Chinese tea. The skill of making tea is one of the first things. Secondly, you also need utensils. Look at the old man's set of purple clay teapots and six purple clay cups. Do you know how much it costs to buy this set?"

Old George was stunned and asked immediately: "Isn't this a set of tools for drinking tea? How much does it cost? One hundred dollars?"

Zhang Can shook his head and smiled and said, "Mr. George, I want to run a business and do a profitable business. You are very good at it. However, for antiques, especially Chinese antiques, you are an amateur. Haha, let me tell you, the old man's set of purple clay tea sets was a work by Wu Yungen during the Republic of China period. This is another complete set. If it is just a single teapot, it costs about 400,000 yuan. If it is these six small purple clay cups, it costs about 200,000 yuan, but it is a set. Such a complete set of purple clay teapot cups will start at least 1.2 million yuan!"

Old George was stunned and couldn't help but say in horror: "What did you say? Just these teapots and tea cups cost 1.2 million yuan?"

As he said that, Old George calculated again: "One.2 million yuan, equivalent to US dollars, is more than 190,000 yuan... This... can this teapot and tea cup be worth nearly 200,000 US dollars? This... isn't this crazy?"
Chapter completed!