Zhang Wenzhong saw the young man and introduced him: "This is the teammate who is going to participate in the conference with you."
"He's also my nephew, Zhang Ling."
Zhang Wenzhong introduced him, and since he was Mr. Zhang’s nephew, he couldn’t refute Mr. Zhang’s reputation, so he extended his hand.
"Hello, my name is Lin Yu."
The young man stretched out his hand, but it slipped past Lin Yu's palm and touched his hair.
"I don't need teammates, just people from those countries, I am enough!"
Lin Yu's hand stayed in the air, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.
In the end, he had to lift his head and touch the bridge of his nose to hide his embarrassment.
The masters of traditional Chinese medicine not far away saw what was happening here, and they all had playful smiles on their faces.
It looks like there is something good to watch.
Zhang Wenzhong was also very embarrassed, so he coughed twice and said immediately.
"What's wrong with you? How many times have I taught you not to be arrogant!"
But Zhang Ling did not listen to Zhang Wenzhong's words at all, but continued: "I heard that your medical skills are very good? How about we have a competition?"
"Those who lose should not go to that competition to be embarrassed."
Hearing this, Zhang Wenzhong was afraid that Lin Yu would be angry, so he was about to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Lin Yu.
“I don’t like gambling, but that doesn’t mean I don’t gamble!”
"Let's do this! Since you have stated the conditions, then I agree. If I lose, I won't be embarrassed."
"But if you lose, you will go with me to participate, but everyone must obey my words!"
Zhang Ling snorted coldly and immediately agreed, "Okay! As long as you don't cry and beg me to take you there!"
Zhang Wenzhong didn't know what to do for a while, but after thinking about it, it was time to let his nephew be frustrated.
I have been learning Chinese medicine under my own guidance since I was a child, but my nephew is also very impressive and has quite a lot of talent.
He has never lost in a competition of medical skills among his peers, and later even defeated some old people who had studied Chinese medicine all their lives.
In all domestic competitions about traditional Chinese medicine, such as Xinglin Cup, Huatuo Cup, Sinopharm Tianjiang Cup and a series of competitions, all of them are champions.
Slowly, he became uncontrollable and arrogant, as if I would be able to shoulder the brilliance of Chinese medicine again.
Lin Yu looked at Zhang Wenzhong and saw that there was nothing strange about Zhang Wenzhong, so he felt relieved.
Are you a genius? Are you arrogant? I like to attack people like you the most, just to see if you have such a good mentality.
"Then tell me! How to compare?"
Zhang Ling snorted again, "It's up to you, or you'll have to make excuses when you lose!"
"Okay! I won't bully you, just compare it with the most basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine!" Lin Yu said.
"Find a patient, and then we'll see what disease he has on the spot. Whoever is more accurate wins!"
"I thought it was a competition, but this is it? I don't care, otherwise, there will be too many people who can't afford to lose!" Zhang Ling mocked again.
After Zhang Ling agreed, Lin Yu looked at Zhang Wenzhong and said, "Mr. Zhang, please help find a patient!"
Zhang Wenzhong nodded, and just as he was about to set off, he saw Chen Dongshan not far away but stepped in.
"I'll come, I'll come, I'll look for it, so as to save some people from doing secret operations later!"
Zhang Wenzhong immediately became unhappy.
This is not an obvious insinuation of myself. Zhang Ling is my nephew, and I will favor my nephew later.
Zhang Wenzhong pointed at Chen Dongshan and cursed, "Who are you talking about, you old guy!"
Chen Dongshan was not afraid and immediately retorted, "I'm talking about you, what's wrong!"
The other people who were standing quickly pulled the two apart, fearing that they would start fighting later.
Not far from the Great Hall was the best hospital in Beijing, and Chen Dongshan quickly found a patient.
The patient he found seemed to come from a wealthy family.
He was huge, so fat that he could shed oil. He was panting when he walked and was sweating profusely as he followed Chen Dongshan.
Then Lin Yu said to Zhang Ling: "Neither you nor I have ever seen this guy, do you go first or me?"
Zhang Ling immediately walked towards the fat man and murmured: "I'll go first, I'll use my extra time to give you an advantage!"
After saying that, he came to the fat man.
Looking forward to hearing and asking.
Traditional Chinese medicine is the oldest and most basic, but it is also the most miraculous medical skill.
Just by looking at these things, you can tell what kind of disease the patient has.
It is countless times better than those large precision instruments abroad that often weigh tons.
It's just a pity that the pace of life is getting faster and faster. In the fast food era, all the energy is used to keep up with life.
Who can have the energy to study for years or even decades?
Look: observe the complexion.
Hear: listen to the sound.
Question: Ask about symptoms.
Cut: feel the pulse.
Zhang Ling stood in front of the fat man and carefully observed his complexion.
After a while, he came closer and asked the fat man to breathe normally and not be nervous.
The fat man nodded quickly.
Immediately, Zhang Ling said: "What symptoms and manifestations have you had recently?"
At this time, the fat man looked a little embarrassed.
He knew what his problem was, and he happened to be on a business trip to Beijing this time. He just saw Chen Dongshan, a Chinese doctor, looking for patients in the hospital.
He thought that this was not a great gift, so he quickly recommended himself. You know, this is a master who can only be seen on TV, and it is free.
If you don’t go whoring at this time, when will you go whoring?
But there were so many people present, and I felt a little embarrassed for a while.
At this time, I heard Chen Dongshan say: "You have to think about it, there are so many Chinese doctors, if they miss this opportunity, there will be no next time!"
"We are all doctors now, just say it."
Hearing this, the obese man gritted his teeth and said, "I've been having insomnia and dreaming a lot recently. I often feel soreness in my back and my palms are often sweaty, and my mouth is dry."
After hearing this, everyone roughly knew the reason, but as a doctor, I had never seen a thousand or eight hundred people, and no one said anything.
Zhang Ling thought for a while, but finally felt the fat man's pulse.
In fact, the fat man's condition was already very clear. He didn't want to read it anymore, but he was afraid that Lin Yu would cheat later and say that he didn't check his pulse.
I saw that Zhang Ling used a technique common to all traditional Chinese medicine, the triple burner to feel the pulse.
Put three fingers on the fat man's left hand. This is the Taiyin Lung Meridian. The pulses of the five internal organs of the human body will merge with this pulse.
Sure enough, as he expected, the corners of Zhang Ling's mouth also turned up even more.
Then Zhang Ling stood up and turned to look at Lin Yu, "I'm ready, it's your turn!"
Lin Yu nodded and came to the fat man.
Previously, for the sake of fairness, Lin Yu took his mobile phone and chatted with Su Qingxue.
Lin Yu took a deep breath and did not intend to use fluoroscopy. Since you think your medical skills are superb, I will defeat you with my medical skills and convince you.
Immediately, Lin Yu also observed the fat man's complexion.
The fat man's complexion was dark, without any rosy luster.
Breathing is also short and weak.
When asked, the fat man said the same thing as before.
Immediately, Lin Yu was seen looking around, as if looking for something.
After a while, Lin Yu didn't bother to look for it anymore, and directly took out a thread from his clothes.
Just when everyone was wondering what to do, they saw Lin Yu tying the clothes thread to the fat man's arm.