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Chapter 179

A small Chinese doctor who dares to challenge the entire Japanese medical community is seeking death!

The eleven people sat down in their seats one after another.

At this time, the host came out and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to come and participate in this medical exchange meeting. I am the host of Haicheng TV Station, and my name is Zhang Lingling."

"Please allow me to introduce the participating doctors from both countries!"

Zhang Lingling, the host of Haicheng TV Station, turned her attention to Qin Luo and said with a smile: "The first person I will introduce is our Chinese miracle doctor, Qin Luo!"

The scene immediately burst into warm applause.

"Dr. Qin Luo single-handedly challenged the entire Japanese medical community. Why did he dare to make such a decision? Is he arrogant or has absolute strength? Let us wait and see today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the scene.

After Zhang Lingling waited for the applause to subside, she pointed to the Japanese medical community.

"Now please allow me to introduce the Japanese doctors who have come from afar. First of all, I would like to welcome Fuso doctor Yamamoto Teno from the Japanese medical community!"

The Japanese audience immediately applauded violently.

Yamamoto Tianxiong, a medical genius who is rare to see in the Japanese medical field for a century, and the Fuso Miracle Doctor.

Twenty years ago, the Japanese Plague was a special medicine he developed. It is said that he once cured a thousand patients in one day, and he also used this magical skill attentively.

That is to say, he can treat three people at the same time, and can clearly tell the patient's disease and write down a prescription for treatment. He is extremely powerful and is known as the Taishan Beidou in the Japanese medical community.

Qin Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yamamoto Tenxiong.

As for the nine Japanese doctors at the back, Qin Luo didn't pay too much attention.

After the introduction, the doctor fight begins.

According to the requirements of the Japanese medical community, the first competition was about pulse diagnosis.

Under the supervision of the Health Bureau, patients were recruited from various hospitals in Haicheng. A total of thirty people were recruited to form a group. Each patient had his own case and waited outside the venue.

At the beginning of the pulse diagnosis session, the host used a lottery method to draw a patient from outside the venue and sealed the patient's case and various physical examination reports.

Afterwards, the competing doctors will tell the cause of the patient's illness, and the one with the highest accuracy wins.

Zhang Lingling said: "In the first competition, China sent Doctor Qin Luoqin, while Japan sent Japan's Pulse God Beidao Yihe.

Amidst the warm applause, an old man in his fifties stood up!

Damn it, the one Japan sent was actually Bei Dao Yihe. Some people at the scene exclaimed.

Who is this Bei Dao Yihe? Someone asked.

Bei Dao Yihe is Japan’s first lineage god!

Three years ago, my mother was ill and could not be cured in China. I sent my mother to Japan for treatment. At that time, it was Bei Dao Yihe who diagnosed my mother's pulse.

In three minutes, he diagnosed what disease his mother had in three minutes.

You know, in China, all the doctors in China have no cure for the strange disease, and Kitajima Yihe only had three minutes to cure it!

And he still didn’t use any instruments!

In this competition, Dr. Qin Luo is in danger! Northeast Yihe is really strong!

Someone in the audience had seen the power of Bei Dao Yihe and said worriedly.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but sweat for Qin Luo!

Here, Bei Dao Yihe was not in a hurry to diagnose the patient's pulse. Instead, he walked up to Qin Luo with a gloomy face, looked at Qin Luo and then said with a smile:

"Young man, maybe you have your own uniqueness in Chinese medicine, but when it comes to pulse diagnosis, you have no chance of beating me, because I am the pulse god of Japan!"

After saying that, Kitajima Ikuru slowly raised his left hand.

When everyone looked around, they saw that the index, middle and ring fingers of Bei Dao Yihe's left hand were twisted in a strange posture. Only his thumb and little finger were normal.

This posture is just like the Chinese people's sign of "six".

Damn it, why is he doing this pose? Is this looking down upon our Chinese medicine practitioners? Damn it?

Everyone shouted coldly.

wrong!

He is not looking down upon our Chinese medicine.

But in diagnosing pulse, he has reached the realm of unity between man and nature.

At this time, a leading medical expert from Haicheng suddenly spoke up.

People don’t understand, what is the unity of heaven and man?

Before the medical expert could explain, Kitajima Kazukura said with a smile:

"These three fingers of mine have not been exposed to anything since I came into contact with Chinese medicine when I was a teenager. Over time, I have achieved the unity of nature and man!"

"What do you mean, still don't understand?" Everyone still didn't understand.

At this time, Kitajima Yihe smiled faintly, turned around and walked to a patient, rolled up his long sleeves, and suddenly opened his clenched left hand.

The index finger, middle finger and ring finger, which were deeply hidden in the palm of the hand and had already been deformed, were gently placed on the patient's pulse.

Kitajima Yihe slowly closed his eyes, and the scene suddenly became quiet. He saw those three fingers that had not touched anything except the pulse for decades.

At this moment, it is placed unusually lightly on the patient's wrist, and is slightly lifted.

At this moment, Bei Dao Yihe didn't look like a doctor diagnosing his pulse, but like a pianist playing the piano.

It seems that the pulse has become world-class music, and pulse diagnosis is just a gorgeous art.

Everyone was shocked, this turned out to be the unity of heaven and man!

In less than three minutes, Bei Dao Yihe slowly raised his three fingers.

As soon as the fingers left the patient's wrist, they were quickly curled back again, returning to their original shape.

I saw Bei Dao Yihe glance at Qin Luo, with a victorious smile on his lips, then picked up a pen and paper and wrote down the results of the pulse diagnosis in detail.

Then, Bei Dao Yihe did not return to his camp immediately, but walked to Qin Luo again, looked at Qin Luo coldly, and said with a smile:

"Chinese, do you still want to compete?"

"Haha, go down, Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine, so as not to be embarrassed in front of Mr. Bei Dao!"


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