"Did I hear you right? This kid actually said that he can diagnose the pulse with a silk thread. Even the contemporary Chinese medical sage Bian Nian may not be able to diagnose the pulse with a silk thread!"
"This kid is bragging at first glance, trying to make some sense of presence in Jishengtang. I know Sun Siyuan's medical skills. His teacher seems to be a famous figure in China, but he is so bragging in front of Chang Lao and other figures.
, I would like to see how Jishengtang steps down!"
"This guy is so arrogant. He also said that diagnosing the pulse with silk thread is an unworthy method. He is simply a shame to our traditional Chinese medicine community!"
Hearing that Yang Chen could actually use the lost magical power of diagnosing the pulse with silk threads, hundreds of people in the audience were furious and began to discuss in low voices. However, most of them were skeptical about Yang Chen and even yelled, which made Yang Chen
Don't be embarrassed.
Listening to the restless voices in the entire banquet hall, even Sun Siyuan and Sun Yahan couldn't sit still.
Sun Siyuan has no doubt about Yang Chen's medical skills.
After all, the acupuncture technique, which can be called a magical technique like Azure Technique, would never be learned by ordinary country doctors.
but……
Compared with the Tianqing technique, the hanging silk pulse diagnosis is a very difficult pulse-taking technique. None of the ten great figures in China that Sun Siyuan knows so far can do it.
A trace of worry flashed through his deep eyes, and he glanced at his granddaughter.
Sun Yahan hesitated to speak, and finally nodded to her grandfather, indicating that she believed Yang Chen. However, Sun Yahan's heart was not only shocked, but also filled with doubts.
"Mr. Yang, even if you are from Changlao Jishengtang, you still need to think carefully before saying something. You said that my father did not have ALS, which is enough to raise doubts. Now you say that you can perform such a difficult task as diagnosing the pulse with a thread.
Isn’t the Pulse Cutting Technique a bit unbelievable?”
At this time, Chang Yuan spoke, his tone was much stiffer, with a hint of anger, and he immediately lowered his voice and said: "Today is my father's birthday. If you come with Mr. Sun to celebrate your birthday, our Chang family will welcome you."
, but Mr. Yang still needs to pay attention to Jishengtang's reputation. If it really messes up, it will ruin Mr. Sun's reputation and hard work. You have to think clearly."
"Uncle Chang is right, Yang Chen, even if you are bragging, don't bring Jishengtang on board. If you really mess up, you will ruin today's situation. Grandpa Chang's status in the world of Chinese medicine is as high as Mount Tai. You let Chang
Where should I put my grandfather’s face?”
Hou Ziyi took the opportunity to intervene.
"etc!"
Just when everyone looked at Yang Chen with disdain, Chang Qingshan, who had just sat down, stood up tremblingly again. A strange look flashed across his bright eyes. He stepped forward and lowered his voice and said: "This little
Friend, how are you sure that I am not suffering from ALS?"
"There is a disease recorded in the Pharmacopoeia, which is similar to ALS, but different. It can be treated and reversible, and it even only requires one injection. The details will not be confirmed until I take a pulse."
"Chang Lao, no matter whether you are a leader in the field of Chinese medicine or not, we are all inheritors of Chinese medicine. Even if I am a rural doctor, I will not make fun of my reputation and belief in Chinese medicine. Besides, I am still a shareholder of Jishengtang, no.
You have to think about yourself and Jishengtang."
"Borrow the gold thread and use it. You will know after you try it. It will not delay the condition."
Yang Chen smiled calmly.
"Mr. Yang, let me warn you one last time..."
"Okay! I believe you once!"
Before Chang Yuan could finish speaking, Chang Qingshan suddenly raised his hand, with a strong voice and a broad voice. Everyone in the banquet hall fell silent instantly, looking at what was happening in front of them in disbelief.
Chang Yuan's expression was moved, and panic flashed across his eyes.
"Grandpa, I'm going to get the gold thread."
Chang Wanting breathed a long sigh of relief and quickly left the banquet hall and entered the suite she just stayed in.
"Yang Chen, today's Xiangyun Tea House gathers half of China's traditional Chinese medicine community. If you can't cure Grandpa Chang's disease, don't forget your promise to me!"
Hou Ziyi clenched his fists and said coldly.
"Master Hou, too."
Yang Chen smiled playfully.
Just when everyone was looking at the strong smell of gunpowder between Yang Chen and Hou Ziyi, Chang Wanting came over with a palm-sized red box and handed it to Yang Chen, her eyebrows full of excitement: "Here, this is
Golden thread.”
"Thank you, Miss Chang."
Yang Chen nodded, opened the box under everyone's attention, took out a gold thread that was only a little thicker than a hair, and raised his head: "Mr. Chang, please stretch out your wrist."
Chang Qingshan was also dubious in his heart.
Just now, Chang Wanting talked about the Azure Technique, which made Chang Qingshan curious about Yang Chen. Using the Azure Technique to treat Sun Siyuan's illness cannot be fake, and it can be confirmed by casual investigation.
Yang Chen once again mentioned that he was not suffering from ALS, which confirmed what Chang Qingshan had been thinking in the past two years. He didn't say it, but he began to wonder in his heart whether he was suffering from ALS.
Yang Chen's words undoubtedly confirmed his conjecture, so he made an exception and let Yang Chen take a look.
"Father, this boy is so young, how can he know how to diagnose the pulse with a thread!"
Chang Qingshan shouted deeply, and Chang Yuan could only stop.
Hundreds of people gathered around and stared at Yang Chen's techniques.
soon.
Yang Chen tied the gold thread on Chang Qingshan's wrist, then straightened the two-meter-long gold thread, wrapped it around his thumb, slowly closed his eyes, and began to move his fingers rhythmically on the gold thread.
Pull.
at the same time.
The weak infuriating energy in Dantian began to form energy waves along the golden thread and entered Chang Qingshan's wrist, resonating with Chang Qingshan's pulse.
Except for the faint sound of breathing, the entire banquet hall was silent, and even Hou Ziyi began to become nervous.
After all, he is from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and he has seen many pulse-taking techniques.
This is the first time Yang Chen has seen this technique, but he always feels that it is not fake.
That is, at the same time.
Chang Qingshan's eyes suddenly raised, a strange expression flickered, and he stared at Yang Chen in disbelief: "Little friend, you... can you really diagnose the pulse with a silk thread?"
"What?"
"Who is this kid? Can he really know the long-lost technique of diagnosing the pulse with silk thread?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, even an old man can't diagnose the pulse with a silk thread!"
Hearing Chang Qingshan's exclamation, the whole audience almost exploded.
Chang Qingshan is a leader in the Chinese medicine community. There is no way he would lie for the sake of Yang Chen, whom he met for the first time.
Sun Siyuan and others who were nearest also looked at Yang Chen's beating fingers, as if they were playing the piano, with the force sometimes relaxing and sometimes rapid.
For five minutes, under everyone's attention, Yang Chen finally opened his eyes.
"Yang Chen, how is my grandfather?"
Chang Wanting was the first to ask urgently.
"Chang Lao is indeed a master of traditional Chinese medicine. The combination of thirteen menstrual injections and some drugs can resist the atrophy of muscles and meridians. It is not difficult to treat."
Yang Chen shook his right hand, and the golden thread instantly broke away from Chang Qingshan's hand and was put into the box by him.
"Hmph! Bragging! It's just pretending. Is it possible that you can cure Grandpa Chang's disease on the spot?"
Hou Ziyi didn't know whether it was disdain or jealousy, so he shouted coldly.
"Since Master Hou has said so, wouldn't it be too embarrassing if I couldn't cure him on the spot." Yang Chen slowly raised his head, looked at Hou Ziyi teasingly, and then said: "Mr. Sun, please treat your Tiangang Thirty
Lend me the six injections, and I will show Master Hou what it means to be effective with one injection!"