The nine people who followed were men, women, old and young, but every one of them had the same look of pride and disdain on their faces.

Eleven people and eleven pairs of eyes were all staring at Xiao Yi. The atmosphere at the scene was tense and so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished doctors, I am honored to be invited to be the host of this China-Korea doctor competition. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jim, American!" A blond and blue-eyed man

The male host came to the stage.

It turns out that in order to make this competition fair, Minister Gu of the Ministry of Health specially arranged for an American to be the host of this competition.

"Please allow me to introduce the participating doctors from both countries." Jim turned his attention to Xiao Yi with a smile and said with a smile, "First of all, I believe everyone already knows this doctor from China, he is Xiao Yi!

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Jim enthusiastically mobilized the atmosphere at the scene: "He wants to challenge the entire Korean medicine industry on his own. Why on earth does he dare to make such a decision? Is it arrogance or confidence? Today, let us wait and see!"

The five hundred Chinese audience present immediately burst into thunderous applause again.

The host Jim waited until the applause finally subsided, then pointed to the Korean medicine side: "Please allow me to introduce the representatives of the Korean medicine side. First of all, I would like to welcome Mr. Kim Dae-soo, the president of the Korean Medical Association!"

The Korean audience went even crazier, screaming and applauding violently.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the leader of the eleven Korean people. It turned out that he was Kim Dae-soo, the president of the Korean Medical Association.

As for the nine Korean doctors who followed, Xiao Yi did not listen too much to the introductions.

With an announcement from host Jim, the showdown between Chinese and Korean medical skills that attracted countless people's attention finally kicked off.

According to the requirements of Korean medicine, the first level of competition is pulse diagnosis!

The Ministry of Health, under the supervision of Korean doctors, had immediately transferred 30 patients from the hospital, each with their own case, waiting outside the venue.

As soon as the pulse diagnosis session began, the host used the method of drawing lots to call in a patient from outside the venue and took the lead in sealing his case and various physical examination reports.

Afterwards, the patient was ordered to sit on a chair on the stage.

"Everyone, as you can see, the patient was selected completely at random, and the case and physical examination report have never passed through the hands of any doctor. Next, let us invite doctors from both sides to diagnose the disease through pulse diagnosis.

Find out where this patient is. Of course, the Chinese government has only Dr. Xiao Yixiao to fight against it. The doctor sent by the Korean side this time is Mr. An Benji. Let us invite Dr. An, who is known as the pulse god of Korea.

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Amidst the applause and shouts, a sixty-year-old doctor stood up from his seat and slowly walked to the center of the stage.

"I heard that An Benji is the treasure of the Korean National Hospital. He is very accomplished in pulse diagnosis. Otherwise, the Korean side would not send him to lead the battle." Qin Guo whispered in his father's ear.

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"Oh?" Qin Changfeng nodded and said nothing, but in his heart, he was not worried about Xiao Yi at all.

At this moment, An Benji, the Korean Pulse God, was not in a hurry to walk to the patient. Instead, he slowly walked up to Xiao Yi with a gloomy old face. After looking at Xiao Yi, he sneered coldly and said: "

Young people from China, perhaps you are indeed unique in traditional Chinese medicine, but I want to tell you that in this aspect of pulse diagnosis, you have no chance of winning."

Xiao Yi's translator faithfully translated every word of An Benji in Xiao Yi's ears.

Xiao Yi smiled slightly when he heard this and asked: "Oh? Why?"

"Because of my left hand." An Benji said, slowly raising his left hand.

Only then did everyone discover that An Benji's left hand, index finger, middle finger, and ring finger had been curled up in a strange posture. Only the thumb and little finger were slightly raised. It was just like the Chinese people used to sign the number "six".

gesture.

"Huh? Why does his left hand always look like this? What does this have to do with pulse diagnosis?"

"That's it, what kind of mystery is this? Does he think he is six plus one?"

The Chinese audience was very puzzled by An Benji's words and started talking a lot.

Only Qin Changfeng saw this gesture and couldn't help but let out a light sigh and his face changed slightly.

"Father, what's wrong?" Qin Guo asked hurriedly.

"It seems that An Benji has indeed put a lot of effort into pulse diagnosis!" Qin Changfeng said in a deep voice.

"Oh? How can you see it?" Qin Guo asked doubtfully.

Before Qin Changfeng could answer, An Benji had already given the answer with a smile: "Since I came into contact with Chinese medicine when I was a teenager, these three fingers of mine have never been in contact with anything else except the pulse of the human body.

Already."

"Coax!" everyone on the court exclaimed.

"Oh my god, for decades, my fingers have never touched anything other than diagnosing the pulse? What kind of restraint does this require?" Everyone in China was talking about it.

The Korean audience had already stood up and applauded enthusiastically again. Some people were even moved to tears by Ahn.

An Benji said nothing, turned around and strode towards the patient.

With long sleeves and high rolls, like a musician preparing to play the piano, An Benji first smoothed the patient's arm. The left hand he had been clenching suddenly opened, and the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger hidden deep in the palm of his hand had already been jointed and deformed.

, gently placed on the patient's body.

The three fingers were like three well-trained soldiers, stepping in line, looking in line, standing still, and sitting down. An Benji slowly closed his eyes.

The scene was so quiet that you could hear the drop of a pin. Just this professionalism and magnanimity moved everyone.

Those three fingers, which have never touched anything other than the pulse for decades, are unusually light and agile at the moment, resting on the patient's wrist, slightly lifting them. They don't look like a doctor diagnosing the pulse, but like a doctor diagnosing the pulse.

A pianist is playing. The pulse, in An Benji's hands, is no longer a pulse, but an art, the art he has pursued throughout his life.

After a long time, An Benji slowly raised the three fingers. As soon as the fingers left the patient's wrist, they quickly curled back again and returned to their original posture.

An Benji glanced at Xiao Yi, with a victorious smile on his lips, picked up the pen and paper on the table, and wrote down his pulse diagnosis results in detail.

After that, he still did not rush back to his own camp. Instead, he walked up to Xiao Yi again, sneered and said: "Are you still going to compete? Young people from China?"

"Haha!" Xiao Yi laughed and stood up. Shi Shiran walked past An Benji and walked to the patient's side. He raised his right arm slightly and raised his right hand. Xiao Yi said with a smile, "

My hand has touched everything since I was born, including food, drink, and beautiful women! However, I believe it will not hinder my pulse diagnosis at all!"

As soon as Xiao Yi finished speaking, the entire Chinese audience laughed, and Shu Wan even looked at her with charming eyes and chuckled softly.

After the Korean audience understood the content of Xiao Yi's words, they burst into boos.

"Go down! You shameless Chinese doctor! Don't let yourself be embarrassed in front of Mr. An!"

"The quality of Chinese medicine is just that."

Amidst the boos from the Koreans, Xiao Yi easily sat down next to the patient, just like picking leaves and flowers.

However, the right hand that was used to diagnose the pulse never fell. Three fingers were suspended an inch above the patient's wrist. Xiao Yi stood still, his eyes were lightly closed, and Xiao Yi's fingers began to move rhythmically.

Lift down.

"Hiss" The whole audience was shocked when they saw this scene.

An Benji, who had been standing next to Xiao Yi, almost stumbled and fell, with a touch of fatal surprise and deep anger on his face.

"You, what are you doing?" An Benji shouted angrily.

"Pulse diagnosis!" Xiao Yi said calmly without raising his eyelids.

"Ah? You don't even touch the patient's wrist with your fingers. What kind of pulse diagnosis is this?"

"Is he kidding? This is simply an insult to our Korean doctors!"

"madman!"

The Korean audience immediately got angry and yelled and cursed crazily.

The audience on the Chinese side were unsure at this moment. From the look on Xiao Yi's face, it didn't look like he was joking intentionally. However, is it really feasible to diagnose the pulse in the air?

"Arrogant, arrogant!" An Benji was so angry that he opened the three fingers of his left hand and pointed at Xiao Yi, "Okay, okay, I want to see what results you can get from your grandstanding!"

Shu Wan, Gu Qingfeng and others were also surprised. They all stood up and looked at Xiao Yi anxiously, fearing that Xiao Yi would mess up this first game.

"Father, is it really possible to diagnose the pulse in the air?" Qin Guo asked Qin Changfeng beside him in a low voice with an anxious look on his face.

"Of course you can, but if you don't have rich experience and transcendent perception, it will be very easy to make mistakes. However, your master is not an ordinary person, let's see." Qin Changfeng's tone also had a hint of something.

Very excited.

The atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became strange.

It was in this strange situation that Xiao Yi ended his pulse diagnosis. He walked to the table as if strolling in a leisurely manner, and wrote down the results of his pulse diagnosis in the same way!

An Benji's old face flushed red, he flicked his sleeves and returned to his seat, but he clenched his back molars and stared at Xiao Yi.

The host Jim also shook his head repeatedly and walked back to the stage in amazement: "Oh, God, this is really an eye-opener. A doctor's three fingers never touch anything except diagnosing the pulse. This is really

It’s unbelievable. Dr. Xiao, on the other hand, can touch food, drink, touch beautiful women, but he can diagnose her pulse from a distance. God, this first level is already exciting. Now, let’s take a look at the second level.
Chapter completed!