Chapter 71

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When Zhao Xinyu said this, the entire venue fell silent, and everyone's gaze turned to the ten judges on the stage.

An elderly man in his seventies stood up, gestured to the staff responsible for the projection, and the screen instantly displayed Zhao Xinyu's diagnosis result: "No illness."

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

"The patient has red eyes, a pale yellow complexion, dry and cracked lips, a foul smell from the mouth, dull eyes, and general weakness. All these symptoms indicate a serious liver problem, yet you diagnosed him as 'no illness.' You are not qualified to be a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner."

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly and looked at the elderly man, "May I ask, have you taken the patient's pulse?"

This question made the ten people on the stage pause. To ensure the fairness of the assessment, the patients were randomly selected from those who came for treatment, and they had only observed the patients visually. They had not actually taken their pulses.

Zhao Xinyu did not look at the elderly man; his gaze fell on the patient. "Sir, has there been any good news in your family recently?"

Niu Da's eyes narrowed. "Asking the patient without permission is enough to disqualify you."

Zhao Xinyu retorted, "Inquiring about the patient's condition is to ask what part of their body is uncomfortable and what reactions they have. Did I ask about these? If you don't even know this, who taught you traditional Chinese medicine?"

Niu Da was speechless. In traditional Chinese medicine, the inquiry is indeed about the patient's symptoms, and Zhao Xinyu had not asked about these.

The patient, who had dull eyes, suddenly brightened at Zhao Xinyu's question. "Young man, how did you know? I married an old companion last month."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled. "Your wife shouldn't be too old, right?"

The old man smiled bitterly. "She is thirty-six years old, but unfortunately, I have this illness."

Everyone was moved by this exchange. The faces of the ten judges and Niu Da changed simultaneously as they thought of a problem. The old man was in his sixties, while his wife was only thirty-six, a classic case of an old husband and a young wife. If they had too much sexual activity, it could result in the symptoms they saw.

Niu Da quickly walked to the patient, placed his hand on the patient's wrist, and after a moment, his face showed a hint of embarrassment. He looked at the ten judges on the stage and shook his head with a bitter expression.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes narrowed. They all understood that the misdiagnosis was not Zhao Xinyu's but theirs.

Many of the people present were renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, yet they had all made a mistake. The patient did not have a severe liver problem but rather excessive sexual activity. If this news spread, it would be a public embarrassment for them.

As everyone was embarrassed and unsure how to handle the situation, a cold snort came from the crowd. "A bunch of self-righteous people. The decline of traditional Chinese medicine is due to you, a group of self-proclaimed famous doctors who are full of greed. Combined, you are over a thousand years old, yet you can't match a young man in his twenties. Stop disgracing traditional Chinese medicine."

Zhao Xinyu was moved. Such a rebuke was a serious insult to a group of well-known people.

However, to his surprise, no one on the stage or in the audience showed any reaction; their faces were filled with embarrassment and bitterness.

When he turned to look, he saw that the disheveled old man had already appeared behind him, his face full of anger.

The old man turned to look at the four groups of people wearing traditional Chinese medicine robes. "You all think you are the descendants of famous doctors, but you don't study traditional Chinese medicine properly. You call yourselves outstanding, but you can't even match a farmer. What are you learning traditional Chinese medicine for? Go home and raise pigs or sheep."

This made the four young men from the traditional Chinese medicine families feel embarrassed.

"Hua Lao, traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, inquiry, and pulse-taking. Misdiagnosis based on observation and auscultation is normal. A qualified traditional Chinese medicine practitioner cannot diagnose based on these two methods alone," Song Miao said respectfully.

Hearing Song Miao address the old man as "Hua Lao," Zhao Xinyu was shocked. Hua Tuo, the ancestor of traditional Chinese medicine, was known as the divine doctor. The old man was a descendant of Hua Tuo, which explained why the others did not complain.

"Studying medicine poorly and blaming others is not acceptable. I will give you a chance. Niu Da, bring in a patient from outside. I want to see how you diagnose and treat him."

A few minutes later, Niu Da returned with a middle-aged man in his thirties. The man was strong, with bright eyes and a ruddy complexion, and he walked with a vigorous gait.

The old man pointed to the middle-aged man. "You can use observation, auscultation, inquiry, and pulse-taking. Find the cause of his illness and prescribe a treatment."

The old man then looked at the candidates who had been eliminated. "You can also try. If any of you can diagnose and prescribe an effective treatment, you will pass this assessment."

This made the eliminated candidates excited, and they returned to the assessment area with eager expressions.

The middle-aged man showed no obvious symptoms, so almost everyone skipped the observation and inquiry and went straight to the pulse-taking and palpation.

However, no matter how they asked, the middle-aged man remained silent. The more they asked, the more agitated he became, and his eyes showed a hint of impatience.

After the previous candidates finished their diagnoses, Sun Buwei, Lei Feng, Huangfu Jishi, and Song Miao began their assessments. Since the previous methods of observation and auscultation were useless, they started with pulse-taking.

While the others were taking the pulse, the old man watched Zhao Xinyu. He noticed that Zhao Xinyu's gaze was not on the pulse-taking techniques but on the middle-aged man, which brought a hint of satisfaction to the old man's eyes. A great traditional Chinese medicine practitioner should be like this, detached from worldly affairs.

When Song Miao finished taking the pulse and began to prescribe a treatment, everyone's attention turned to Zhao Xinyu, eager to see what he would do.

Zhao Xinyu sat in front of the middle-aged man and smiled faintly. He saw that Song Miao had already submitted his prescription and turned his gaze back to the middle-aged man.

"Bedwetting is not a serious problem. It can be cured with a few acupuncture sessions. From your demeanor, you seem to be a straightforward person. This is not something to be ashamed of."

At this, everyone's eyes widened, and the middle-aged man's face turned red. He sighed deeply, and his eyes filled with tears.

The middle-aged man had a happy family, but this year, he suddenly started bedwetting. Despite seeing many doctors, he saw no improvement. The bedwetting had caused a rift in his marriage, leading to a separation. His wife had given him a year to cure it, or they would divorce.

Zhao Xinyu spoke casually, and the middle-aged man reacted strongly. The candidates who had taken his pulse, including Sun Buwei, Lei Feng, Huangfu Jishi, and Song Miao, looked at Zhao Xinyu with shock. They could not understand how Zhao Xinyu knew about the bedwetting without taking the pulse.

Sun Buwei and the others, however, showed a hint of confidence in their eyes. They knew from the pulse that the middle-aged man had other symptoms, which could not be diagnosed without special pulse-taking techniques.

"Brother, you said that acupuncture can cure my condition," the middle-aged man said, his voice trembling as he grabbed Zhao Xinyu's hand.

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

This statement made everyone's eyes widen in shock. They could not understand how bedwetting could save a life.

Sun Buwei and the others were even more shocked. As Zhao Xinyu said, the bedwetting was caused by other conditions. Once those conditions were treated, the bedwetting would naturally disappear.

The old man nodded repeatedly, and when he looked at Zhao Xinyu again, it was as if he was looking at a son-in-law.

"Brother, I have no other discomfort besides bedwetting."

"Brother, let me take your pulse."

When Zhao Xinyu placed his finger on the middle-aged man's wrist, many candidates showed a hint of disdain in their eyes. However, Sun Buwei, the old man, and the judges on the stage, as well as those accompanying Sun Buwei, showed shock and surprise.

The old man's lips trembled, and he felt his throat dry. He did not expect the lost pulse-taking technique to appear in the assessment, and it was performed by a young man in his twenties.

The four young men from the traditional Chinese medicine families, who had initially shown disdain for Zhao Xinyu, now showed a hint of reverence. They could not sense the aura Zhao Xinyu exuded and were more curious about where he came from and why he possessed the lost pulse-taking technique.

After a few minutes, Zhao Xinyu withdrew his finger and patted the middle-aged man's hand. "Brother, have you been having frequent sexual activity recently, and each time it has been...?"

The middle-aged man nodded. "Young brother, divine doctor, please help me."

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly. "I said earlier that bedwetting saved your life. No need for acupuncture. I will prescribe a decoction. In half a month, you will be back to normal, and you can do whatever you want."

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