The most important thing for a doctor is a pair of hands.
Practice medicine to save people, but you can’t even take your pulse without hands.
Sun Guozhong was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yu Rongchuan.
"Do you think Xiaoyou Ye will lose?"
"Of course not..." Sun Guozhong answered with no time to think.
"That's all, let's keep watching."
Yu Rongchuan said with a smile.
His impression of Ye Feng is getting better and better.
Young, talented, and most importantly, have courage!
Others have been struggling for a lifetime to get a name for a famous doctor.
Ye Feng is fine, the results of your lifelong struggle are only worthy of being used as the price of provoking him!
Tsk!#@$&
If such a young young man does not enter the National Medical Administration, it will be a major loss to their National Medical Administration!
Yu Rongchuan could even imagine how earth-shaking changes would happen to the medical community of Yan Country in the future with a genius like Ye Feng!
What's more... the future World Medical Association, Yan Country, is likely to no longer be at the bottom!
Think about this.
A bright color flashed in Yu Rongchuan's eyes.%&(&
Faced with Liu Zhaoyun's anger, Ye Feng nodded as expected.
Soon, two sick people were sent to the operating room one by one.
As the sick body is sent into the operating room, the screen on the high platform lights up, and the situation of the sick body on both sides begins to be introduced.
Although Ye Feng didn't listen to the host's introduction to the rules, he had attended the Southern Medical Conference. Of course, he understood that the process of such conferences was almost the same.
The so-called competition should have no taboos, and various means should be used to cure the disease as its only goal.
After Liu Zhaoyun's words, the two of them abandoned other methods and could only use acupuncture.
Ye Feng walked to the sick body and took a look at the No. 2 label attached to the operating bed.
Open the sky eye.
Ye Feng could see something was wrong at a glance.
"This is…"
The internal organs in the diseased body are all exhausted, which is called multi-organ failure syndrome in Western medicine.
The cases are obviously not special.
But it's very strange.
Ye Feng specially injected a trace of true qi into the sick body, hoping to use true qi to repair the decaying internal organs of the sick body.
However.
What he didn't expect was that his true qi entered the sick body like a mud cow entering the sea and disappeared in an instant.
This is the first time Ye Feng has encountered this situation.
After careful examination, I found that the diseased body had a broken pulse.
There are twelve meridians in the human body, which connect the limbs, organs, and five senses, forming a dense grid like a highway.
In this most inconspicuous place of the ‘grid’, the most important ‘biovein’ of the human body is hidden!
The birth meridian does not belong to the twelve meridians of the human body, but it is much more important than the twelve meridians.
Few people know that there is a gust of energy on the vein.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes qi.
When the qi is unblocked, the pulse will be smooth.
If the qi is not flowing, all kinds of diseases will arise.
It is obvious how important the vein is.
But now, the blood pulse of the second-degree patient has been cut off.
More than that.
The two broken veins appear decaying blue-black.
That's right!
The vein may be exhausted, but it cannot be cut off, not to mention that the color is now obvious and you can tell that something is wrong.
This situation can only be artificial!
Thinking of this, Ye Feng looked up at the glass wall.
Who will it be?
Ye Feng looked at it thoughtfully, his eyes falling on Qianmian in the first row.
Is it him?
Qianmeng had a hypocritical smile on his face. He did not look at the screen, but kept staring at the operating room where Ye Feng was.
At this time, it happened to meet Ye Feng's gaze.
Qianmian smiled slightly.
Ye Feng saw the meaning of provocation from it, and he instantly understood.
It was indeed him.
Or, it’s the Ye family!
After thinking it through, Ye Feng was too lazy to care about it, so he raised his hand to look at the case.
After seeing the case that the organ irreversible failure was written on it, a trace of playfulness flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.
really.
No one knows that the disease body has cut off the pulse.
The first row of seats.
Qianmeng looked at Ye Feng with his eyes fixed on his face.
In fact, after the sick body entered the operating room, he saw Ye Feng observing the sick body from a distance for a while.
He didn't even take the pulse, so he looked outside.
Qianfen couldn't help but feel a little confused: What is this kid looking at?
Qianmian should not have been involved in the worldly disputes, but this time Ye Tiance offered a condition that made him moved, so he agreed to make an exception.
Before coming, he certainly knew Ye Feng's background.
He acted cautiously, so this made people tamper with sick body No. 2.
For.
It is to test Ye Feng's background.
After all, as the person who is the spoken person in the Secular Talk Office of the Hall of Changsheng, wouldn’t he be a laughing at if he capsizes his boat in the gutter?
Qianmian did not allow such accidents to happen, so he stared at Ye Feng throughout the whole process.
He didn't know that Ye Feng had a sky eye, so he naturally didn't know that Ye Feng was standing stupidly in his eyes, but in fact Ye Feng had found the lesion!
In the operating room next door, Liu Zhaoyun had finished his pulse. He was meditating while checking the physical indicators of the patient.
"You guys tell me, what is Ye Feng doing? Why is he still motionless? Can he still be treated for medical treatment?"
"That's right, just say you don't practice fake moves. If it doesn't work, come out quickly! Don't embarrass people in it!"
"Is it the president of the Qing Doctor Association? Could it be that Mr. Chen put water? Otherwise, if you see Ye Feng's ability, would he be the president of the Qing Doctor Association?"
Listening to the whispers around him, Qianmian, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.
"The master before Ye Feng..."
When he said that, Zhao Wangtian immediately understood.
"The Thousand Faces Divine Doctor, Ye Feng's master is the Xuanbei Divine Beggar from the Jiangnan generation. Haha, although he is a little capable, he is only ranked as a name in the south!"
"Yes, it's Xuanbei God Beggar. Does he have the ability to take pulses from a distance?"
Pulse test from a distance?
When everyone heard this, their hearts stumbled.
Qianmian rarely speaks, so he naturally doesn’t talk nonsense as soon as he opens his mouth.
Could it be...he suspected that Ye Feng would take his pulse from a distance?
Just when this doubt emerged in everyone's hearts, Zhao Wangtian took the initiative to say.
"Won't."
"Don't worry, senior Thousand Faces Saint Master, I have investigated Ye Feng's information in advance. He is just a barefoot doctor who became a monk halfway through!"
"I don't know what luck and luck I left, I got a few pill recipes by chance!"
"And the reason why he was able to become the president of the Youth Medical Association..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Wangtian subconsciously made a light voice.
After all, the judges were right next to him, with Yu Rongchuan, the head of the National Medical Office and Sun Guozhong, the deputy head of the National Medical Office, sitting on it!
"It should be that he knows how to refine elixirs, which impressed the National Medical Administration... The National Medical Administration specially released water to attract him."
Qianmeng's eyes turned slightly, he turned his head to look at Zhao Wangtian, and then nodded lightly.
Zhao Wangtian was originally a famous genius doctor, but he was as respectful as a primary school student in front of the secular talk-makers in the Hall of Longevity.
Now that I met Qianmian, I responded to him, and a hint of ecstasy flashed in my eyes.
He quickly said excitedly.
"If you have any questions, please ask me as much as possible, and I will definitely know everything!"
At this moment, a scream came.
"Look! Ye Feng is moving!"
Everyone looked up and saw Ye Feng, who had not been acting, standing in front of the operating bed. He was reaching out to give a massage to the sick body...!
Seeing this scene clearly, everyone couldn't help but stare at the big eyes.
"Is it a massage?! What medicine does Ye Feng sell in his gourd?!"
"Puff! Ye Feng isn't he stupid, right? He didn't know how to do this, so he gave us a blind massage? Haha!"
"Haha! Why are you the president of the Qing Doctor Association? You have such skillful massage skills. Ye Feng will never starve even if he opens a blind massage shop in the future!"