Wu Bei took a look at the young man. He also had some cultivation and Qi training at Zhou Tian's level, but he probably had never practiced fighting, just pure Qi training.
"You are too confident." He said, "Your boss's aneurysm is already serious, and the risk of it rupturing within three years will increase significantly."
The young man was startled: "What? Hemangioma?"
Wu Bei said calmly: "Yes, it is located in the brain. You can do a cerebral angiogram to find it."
The young man then sneered: "You dare to say that my boss has a hemangioma without even feeling his pulse? You can fool others, but you have fooled me. You have found the wrong person."
Wu Bei was not interested in arguing with him and said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you, I've already told you nicely."
Yan Kemin's expression was not very good, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Wu, what is your basis for saying that I am sick? Do you know that I am sick just by looking at it?"
Someone next to me helped: "That's right. You can tell what kind of disease you have at a glance. Even if Hua Tuo were to reincarnate, he wouldn't be able to do that, right?"
Wu Bei said calmly: "Hua Tuo's medical skills may not be as good as mine."
As soon as this statement came out, many people shook their heads, while others sneered.
"After all, young people are prone to arrogance."
"Yes. Boss Yan's health doctor is also a well-known figure in Xinglin. Wouldn't a patient's family know that?"
An old man in red smiled and said: "Minghui, you originally wanted this son-in-law to give you extra points, but now not only are you not getting extra points, but you are losing them. You are too anxious."
Tang Minghui was not angry at all. He smiled and said: "I know better than you how good my son-in-law's medical skills are. Brother Yan, I advise you to go to the hospital. After all, your life is at stake."
Yan Kemin looked ugly: "Tang Minghui, I believe in my doctor!"
Among the crowd, there was an old man of more than ten years old, skinny, wearing short sleeves and shorts, with a big left eye and a small right eye. He was not conspicuous at all in the crowd. At this time, the old man suddenly said: "Just a few glances
, just know the other person's disease, I have met people with this ability in my early years."
As soon as the old man spoke, everyone looked at him with eyes full of respect.
Tang Ziyi whispered: "Husband, this is Mr. Jin, the king of investment. No one knows how many companies he has invested in and how much wealth he has. Maybe even he doesn't know."
Yan Kemin said: "Mr. Jin, do you believe him?"
Mr. Jin smiled, walked up to Wu Bei and said, "Young man, can you help me take a look?"
Wu Bei glanced at it and couldn't help being slightly startled. He found that Jin Lao's internal organs, including bones and muscles, were similar to those of a thirty-year-old man, not as old as he appeared on the surface.
He was very confused, what was going on? Then he thought of something and said: "The vitality is restrained, withered on the outside and prosperous on the inside. Mr. Jin has practiced some kind of skill? Or, you have taken some kind of medicine."
Mr. Jin was shocked: "You can actually tell that I have taken medicine?"
Wu Bei: "Mr. Jin looks old, but he is actually full of energy. There will be no problem in living for another fifty years."
Mr. Jin laughed "haha": "Amazing! Young man, you are a real miracle doctor!"
In terms of influence, no one here can surpass this Mr. Jin. When he said this, no one believed him!
Yan Kemin is a very stubborn person. He believes in himself more than what others say. After hearing what Mr. Jin said, he smiled "hehe" but said nothing.
Wu Bei nodded slightly and asked Tang Minghui: "Uncle Tang, can I join the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce?"