The one sent from the Yaowang Sect was the youngest Bai Yufei.

Gui Lingzi didn't send this person out of nowhere.

Bai Yufei, who was only six or seven years old at the time, had already begun to learn medical skills and discuss his illness with the elders in his family.

Even on weekdays, as long as Bai Yufei had nothing to do, he would accompany his family's elders on medical visits. By the time he was a teenager, Bai Yufei had seen more illnesses than some doctors.

Moreover, every time Bai Yufei can unexpectedly give some insights of his own.

At that time, Gui Lingzi was also shocked by this child's talent and wanted to accept him as his disciple.

Bai Yufei was reluctant at first. In his opinion, how could a skinny old man compare with his own medical family?

But after Gui Lingzi showed him his hands, Bai Feiyu froze on the spot with his mouth wide open.

Crying and shouting, he knelt on the ground and begged Gui Lingzi to accept him as his disciple.

As the first patient takes his seat, the game officially begins.

Ye Feng signaled Bai Yufei to come first, and Bai Yufei started immediately without any politeness.

Bai Yufei first observed the patient's complexion.

I saw that the patient's complexion was yellow, and there seemed to be some black energy looming underneath the yellow. He was as thin as a stick, and he walked unsteadily with each step. He looked extremely weak.

Then Bai Yufei spread his hands and smelled the patient's breath, and then asked about the patient's symptoms and their duration.

Finally, Bai Yufei put one hand on the patient's thin wrist and listened carefully to the pulse with his eyes closed.

After a while, Bai Yufei opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to signal Ye Feng to start.

Then write the patient's number and symptoms in a notebook.

Not long after, Ye Feng also diagnosed the condition and wrote it down in a notebook.

The two of them had exchanged a look before and showed the answers in the book at the same time. Their diagnoses were surprisingly consistent.

"Doctor, can my disease be cured? My wife and children are all pointing to me to make money to support the family. I can't die."

"Don't worry, it's just a minor illness. You go over there and take a rest first. I'll give you a prescription later. Just take the medicine according to the prescription."

Hearing what Ye Feng said, the patient immediately became energetic and kept thanking Ye Feng.

Then, the second patient, the third patient...

Time flies so fast. Ordinary people here would only find the entire written examination process boring. However, everyone present who is not a rare miracle doctor in the world watched it with great interest.

At this moment, there are still ten minutes before the end of the game. From the beginning to now, the two people's judgments are basically the same.

The last patient who came in was a middle-aged man with a strong physique. He had a tattoo of a shoulder dragon starting from his neck, and a scar on his face that extended from his eyes to his lips. He looked fierce and very difficult to mess with.

Just when Bai Yufei was about to ask, Ye Feng stretched out his hand to stop Bai Yufei.

"I think the time is almost up. If we continue like this, I don't think we can determine the outcome if we compete for another two hours. How about we increase the difficulty?"

When Bai Yufei heard this, he immediately became interested.

"How do you want to increase the difficulty?"

In fact, after nearly two hours of competition, Bai Yufei had to admit what Ye Feng said.

Ye Feng's knowledge is no less than his own. Unless an extremely complicated disease appears, the two of them may really end up in a draw.

This is what neither of them wants to see. The only thing they want to do is defeat each other.

"How about from now on, we won't talk to or touch the patients, and we will judge all diseases based on the pulse we hear and our own experience. How about that?"

Bai Yufei didn't expect that Ye Feng would make such a request. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, smelling, asking and feeling, and not asking or smelling, so it can only be judged by looking and feeling.

However, the man in front of me has a ruddy complexion, a strong physique, and solid and powerful steps. He seems to be in very good health at first glance. Basically, there is nothing wrong with him.

Then the only method left is to touch the pulse, but since the patient cannot be touched, there is only one way.

Pulse diagnosis with hanging wire.

The method of diagnosing the pulse with silk threads first came into being due to the feudal thinking of the ancients, where men and women were not close to each other.

Even when seeing a doctor, the doctor cannot touch the woman's body.

Therefore, the ancients invented the method of diagnosing the pulse using hanging threads.

However, with the progress of the times, people's thinking has gradually become more open-minded, so the method of pulse diagnosis with hanging thread has basically been lost.

Bai Yufei stared at Ye Feng for a long time. He thought that Ye Feng was actually putting on airs and making a high profile, and wanted to see through Ye Feng's eyes whether Ye Feng was really like this.

But after looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't figure out the reason, but Ye Feng had already spoken out his words. If he didn't accept it, then he was afraid of Ye Feng.

But if you accept it yourself, you are not completely sure.

Thinking of this, Bai Yufei couldn't help but hesitate.

But suddenly he thought that Ye Feng was similar in age to him, and their masters were both senior brothers.

As the sect leader, Gui Lingzi has never used Xuansi to diagnose pulse, so how could Han Yumiao's apprentice have such a unique skill?

Thinking of this, Bai Yufei became more convinced that Ye Feng was just showing off, and immediately nodded in agreement.

Not long after, someone from the Yaowang Sect took out a silk thread and gently wrapped it around the man's wrist.

It was still Bai Yufei who came first.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, fearing that their own breathing would disturb Bai Yufei's judgment and cause errors.

But at this moment, Bai Yufei frowned and stared at the patient for a long time, which made the man's hair stand on end.

"Doctor, I don't have any terminal disease, do I?"

Bai Yufei did not answer. Instead, he closed his eyes again and carefully felt the vibrations coming from the silk thread.

Then Bai Yufei suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man with a puzzled expression, "Are you not sick?"

After hearing this, the man let out a relaxed breath.

"Huh, I was shocked! Let me just say I'm fine! Last month, the doctor said I was fine during my physical examination. This bitch insisted on saying that I would see a doctor for free today. Let me take a look. What's the deal?

He's a bastard if he doesn't take it! I have to deal with him well when I get back."

After hearing the man's words, everyone present was speechless.

Why do you bother me when you are not sick? Isn’t this just a joke?

If he was not sick, then this person would naturally not be counted. Ye Feng would naturally not need to diagnose this person. Gui Lingzi waved his hand and motioned for someone to take him down.

But at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly said, "No, you are sick!"

The patient, who was still looking happy and ready to go, suddenly turned his head and glared at Ye Feng.

"Who are you saying is sick? Where did you come from? Don't you just want to say I'm sick and trick me into spending money?"

"If you don't ask around, who doesn't know me, Jinling Ahu?"
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