Chapter 67: Mental Illness

Leng Hanyan looked at Lin Chen with a gleam in her eyes. She noticed that whenever medical topics were mentioned or when treating patients, Lin Chen exuded a unique aura.

An aura of unparalleled confidence and unmatched authority!

"You..."

Anthony was taken aback by Lin Chen's aura and was momentarily speechless. After regaining his composure, he sneered, "What's wrong with relying on instruments? Instruments can display all the issues in a human body. Through various parameters and data, one can clearly understand the patient's condition. As far as I know, so-called traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) diagnoses illnesses through pulse-taking, right? Judging a person's health by their heart rate is unreliable! Some say TCM is just a scam, hah, in my view, that's not far off!"

"Idiot." Lin Chen glanced at him coldly.

"You, what did you say! How dare you insult me?" Anthony was furious.

"So what if I insult you? You are an idiot, pretending to know everything when you don't. Who said TCM only diagnoses through pulse-taking? Who said pulse-taking is about observing heart rate? Pulse-taking, also known as pulse diagnosis, is a method where TCM practitioners use their fingers to feel the patient's pulse, observe changes in the pulse, and determine the state of the organs, qi, blood, and body fluids.

Moreover, TCM diagnoses through observation, inquiry, and pulse-taking, not just pulse-taking. You are an amateur pretending to be an expert. What's wrong with calling you an idiot?" Lin Chen said coldly.

Anthony was left speechless. He had always looked down on TCM and knew very little about it. He couldn't find words to counter, but still retorted, "Hah, stop talking nonsense. No matter how much you talk, you can't deny that Western medicine is far superior to TCM. Precise instruments can directly show the internal problems of the human body, which TCM can't do. TCM can only detect issues after symptoms appear!"

"Oh, really? If that's the case, can your so-called precise instruments diagnose your illness?" Lin Chen smiled, but it was a cold smile.

"What illness could I have? I don't have any illness, so of course it can't be detected." Anthony said dismissively, "I think you're just trying to confuse me and make up an illness for me. Ha, this trick might scare patients, but it won't work on me!"

Lin Chen's smile was eerie. "You really do have an illness, a mental illness, a problem with your brain."

"Damn! How dare you insult me? You're the one with a mental illness! I'm not only healthy but also smarter than you. You're just jealous of me! You must be jealous because I graduated from Harvard Medical School and am better than you!" Anthony was furious.

The crowd also looked at Lin Chen with confusion. Anthony was a high-achieving student from Harvard Medical School; how could he possibly have a mental illness? His brain was definitely much smarter than most people's!

Lin Chen smiled and suddenly held up one finger, asking, "What number is this?"

The crowd was speechless, looking at Lin Chen as if he were a fool. They thought, "This guy must be the one with a mental illness. Even a kindergarten child knows this is one!"

Was he intentionally insulting Anthony?

Anthony was furious, as if he had been insulted, and shouted, "Damn! This is obviously two!"

The scene fell silent instantly!

"What the hell is going on?"

Someone couldn't help but shout, "What the hell, this is two, are you blind?"

"Is this guy's eyesight bad?"

"Or is his brain bad, really a mental illness? Can a mental illness graduate from Harvard Medical School? Is his degree fake?"

"One finger and he says it's two, I think he's a fool! He's performing surgery on patients like this, it's like murder for profit!"

"..."

The crowd was in an uproar, pointing and whispering about Anthony.

Anthony's face changed when he heard the crowd's comments. He was puzzled, "What do you mean? It's clearly two fingers, how did it become one? Can't you see that I have two fingers? Are you all blind?"

"You're the one who's blind, and your whole family is blind!"

The crowd was furious, thinking this guy really had a problem!

Anthony looked at Lin Chen's finger again. It was clearly two fingers, two index fingers!

Wait, two index fingers? Why does he have two index fingers on one hand!

Anthony was startled and then looked at Lin Chen with shock and anger, shouting, "Damn, did you do something? What's going on?"

Lin Chen chuckled, "I'm not a god, just a TCM practitioner you look down on. How could I do anything? It's simple, you have a problem with your brain, a mental illness!"

"You're the one with a mental illness! You must have done something, I'll fight you to the death!" Anthony was furious and lunged at Lin Chen.

Bang!

Just as everyone thought the two were about to fight, Anthony suddenly fell to the ground, his butt in the air.

The crowd was puzzled, thinking he had tripped. Then, Anthony's body started to convulse and he began to move forward like a snake.

This shocked everyone, their eyes nearly popping out!

"Oh, what's wrong with Anthony? He... he's moving forward like a snake!" a nurse exclaimed.

"Does he... does he really have some strange illness?" a male doctor asked.

"I told you, I always thought this guy had a problem. He always looked down on Chinese doctors, turns out he's a mental illness!" another male doctor added.

"..."

Anthony was almost scared to death. He wondered, "Do I really have an illness?"

He suspected Lin Chen had done something, but thought it was impossible for him to have such power!

"Why... why can't I control my body! Could it be... could it be that I really have an illness?" Anthony said in fear.

Lin Chen nodded, "Yes, you really do have a mental illness. In your subconscious, you imagine yourself as a big snake, so now you've really become a snake."

"What... what should I do now?" Anthony asked in fear.

Lin Chen was surprised, "What, you're asking me? I'm just a TCM practitioner, how would I know?"

Anthony was almost in tears, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. What should I do now? Sob... sob..."

In the end, he was really scared and started crying. Could he really spend the rest of his life crawling on the ground? He might as well die!

Lin Chen pursed his lips, "If you can't handle it, don't play with me."

"It's very simple, go back to your hometown now. Get someone to book a flight for you and return to your America. Your illness will be cured. Go away, don't come back to China!"

Although Anthony didn't believe it, he had no choice but to try. He immediately asked someone to book a flight for him.

At this point, he had forgotten all about flirting. He couldn't even stand up, let alone flirt!

After saying this, Lin Chen pulled Leng Hanyan and left.

When they walked out of the hospital, Leng Hanyan couldn't help but laugh, "Lin Chen, did you do something just now? Your methods are really amazing, and especially bad!"

Lin Chen said innocently, "It's not my fault. He was the one with the illness. That arrogant, nose-in-the-air attitude, what else could it be but a mental illness?"