Seeing Lin Yu's actions, everyone knew what Lin Yu wanted to do.
Pulse diagnosis with hanging wire!
This is a very superb medical skill in traditional Chinese medicine.
People who are not 100% confident in their medical skills would not even dare to think like this.
It has been ten years since the last person saw this thread diagnosing the pulse.
The last time was ten years ago, when a master of traditional Chinese medicine showed his skills among foreigners who came to China to exchange medical skills.
At that time, the foreigners were so frightened by this move that their hair stood on end.
But the master of traditional Chinese medicine passed away five years ago.
None of them, the masters of traditional Chinese medicine, dared to try it. The only one Zhang Wenzhong tried it a few years ago, but the final diagnosis was wrong.
Moreover, Lin Yu is a clothing line!
Compared with hair, silver wire is several times thicker, and the difficulty is many times higher.
Lin Yu is joking!
Even those who had seen Lin Yu's Nine-turn Reincarnation Needle couldn't believe it.
The weak pulse may not be able to move the clothes thread, so how to diagnose it?
When Zhang Ling saw Lin Yu's action, he immediately covered his mouth and laughed.
"Have you read too much Journey to the West? Do you think you were treating the king in Zhuzi Kingdom?"
"Or do you think you are Sun Simiao or the reincarnation of Hua Tuo?"
Zhang Wenzhong also had a gloomy expression on his face. Should he dissuade him or should he believe Lin Yu?
But how could he believe this? This was even more outrageous than knowing that Lin Yu could turn the reincarnation needle nine times.
However, Lin Yu was not affected by the outside world at all. After tying the line, he started taking the pulse.
Lin Yu isolated all sounds and movements from the outside world, then calmed down and began to feel the pulse coming from the line.
If he hadn't entered the Four Symbols and Bagua Spirit Gathering Formation, Lin Yu wouldn't have dared to say that he would definitely be able to do it.
But after entering, Lin Yu's strength was greatly improved again, and all the senses of the body were also improved, so Lin Yu dared to make this action.
Lin Yu only felt that the fat man's pulse was beating very weakly, as if it was not there at all.
He already had the answer in his heart, but just when Lin Yu was about to let go, he noticed something different.
After a long time, Lin Yu slowly stood up.
When Zhang Wenzhong saw Lin Yu getting up, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Do you want to take a closer look? Are you sure you're ready?"
Lin Yu felt a little embarrassed when he saw that Zhang Wenzhong was more anxious than himself.
Zhang Wenzhong is really worried about himself.
After nodding, Lin Yu said to everyone present: "I'm optimistic about it too!"
Seeing Lin Yu's confident look, Zhang Wenzhong didn't know what to say, so he took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Lin Yu and his nephew.
"You write down the answer, and then a group of us will evaluate it!"
I saw a master of traditional Chinese medicine whom Lin Yu had never seen before: "Is this still necessary? It's not that I'm attacking people."
"If he can see it like this, then what do you want us old men to do!"
"Don't think I don't know. If it weren't for Zhang Wenzhong's sake, do you really think you can get into the Medical Association?"
"It's already over and I didn't want to talk about it anymore, but when I saw it today, I was really disappointed!"
"I have a suggestion now. If you lose, then don't even mention participating in the competition. Even the Medical Association should withdraw on your own."
"Otherwise, when we jointly vote to fire you, not only will you look bad, but you will also be slapped in the face!"
"Okay!" Lin Yu responded immediately without any hesitation.
"If I lose today, then I will voluntarily withdraw from the Medical Association. If I win, you will apologize to Mr. Zhang."
"Why do you say that Mr. Zhang plays with unspoken rules without evidence?"
"Okay! I'm still afraid of you," said the master of traditional Chinese medicine.
There were only a few places for the masters of Chinese medicine. Originally, he wanted his son to join them, but everything was already taken care of.
Moreover, his son did indeed have some real skills under his guidance, but he did not expect to kill Lin Yu, Cheng Yaojin.
How could he not hate this?
Immediately, Lin Yu wrote down the symptoms on the white paper.
As soon as the paper was handed over to Zhang Wenzhong, Chen Dongshan snatched it from his hand.
"I'll take care of it. You can go and diagnose it quickly!"
At this time, Zhang Wenzhong was no longer in the mood to argue with the old guy Chen Dongshan, so he hurried to the fat man's side.
I saw the fat man surrounded by a group of Chinese medical experts, just like the national treasure giant panda being watched.
The fat man was shivering inside. He really regretted coming here.
While these masters of traditional Chinese medicine were treating patients, Zhang Ling stood next to Lin Yu with a sneer on his face.
"Why don't you leave now! You'll lose your own face later, and you'll also lose my grandpa's face if you don't tell me!"
Lin Yu did not speak, but quietly waited for their diagnosis results.
After a long time, I saw Zhang Wenzhong walking over with a strange expression on his face.
Immediately, a group of Chinese doctors also came over, and the Chinese doctor who had mocked Lin Yu had a happy face.
The Chinese doctor who was mocking Lin Yu immediately clapped his hands and applauded.
"Sure enough, heroes are born from youth! Unlike some people, what's the point of trying so many tricks? You still lose in the end!"
Lin Yu, on the other hand, couldn't believe how he could be wrong.
I saw Chen Dongshan laying out the answers to the diagnostic papers written by Lin Yu and Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling's piece of paper said kidney deficiency.
And Lin Yu also wrote on the piece of paper that he had kidney deficiency.
But Lin Yu also wrote bipolar disorder on the back of this piece of paper.
Just listen to Chen Dongshan say: "Although we are also amazed that you actually used the hanging silk pulse and diagnosed kidney deficiency, there is still a deviation after all."
"According to what you said before, it is more accurate"
"So after our discussion, it was determined that Zhang Ling won!"
Hearing this, Zhang Ling's original joy after his victory disappeared and turned into shock.
Did he really diagnose the symptoms using clothes thread? He couldn't believe it.
Zhang Wenzhong didn't know how to speak. He had just started arguing with a few people over there.
But a few people just relied on the results and didn't care about Lin Yu's miraculous skill of diagnosing the disease with clothes thread.
He put his hand on Lin Yu's shoulder, patted it gently, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, Lin Yu. With your amazing skills, if you don't bring glory to the country, who will?"
"As long as I'm here, you can't quit the Medical Association!"
Hearing this, the Chinese medical master who had made a bet with Lin Yu was unhappy.
"Why? He agreed to it himself. Now that he has lost, why do you want to interfere?"
Zhang Wenzhong immediately counterattacked: "With Lin Yu's magical skills, why do you think so?"
"Can you do it? Even if I give you a silver thread, would you dare to give you another hour?"
"I don't dare, what's wrong? But he lost the bet! He should be willing to admit defeat."
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Wenzhong was speechless.
At this time, Lin Yu said slowly: "Why did I lose? Then how can you be sure that he does not have kidney fire?"