"What is it to look, hear, ask, and touch?" Yan Murong blinked and asked Yan Murong with a look of knowledge.
"Uh-----It can be regarded as the most basic thing in traditional Chinese medicine." Yan Murong tried to find some language she could understand to describe it.
"Then why did he compare only one? What do you look at? Can you tell the disease by just looking at it?" Yan Minghua asked strangely.
"In theory, it's OK," Yan Murong explained. "Generally, in such competitions, some patients will be invited, and all of them have obvious symptoms."
"So amazing?"
"It's so magical." Yan Murong said with a smile. "When Chinese medicine diagnoses patients, it is indispensable to see, listen, ask and touch. This old guy only said that it is more difficult."
"Stop talking about this, look at me." Yan Minghua put his face next to Yan Murong and said anxiously. "What have you seen?"
Yan Murong was startled. Looking at the pretty face that was close to him without any flaws, the little heart thumped twice before he leaned his head back.
"What do you see?"
"See if I'm sick?"
"-----" Yan Murong wanted to tell her that she was mentally ill, but considering the result after saying such words, he still gave up decisively.
"The heavenly court is full, the seal hall is shiny, and the complexion is rosy. This is a great blessing." Yan Murong said seriously.
"Get out." Yan Minghua said with a fierce pinch of the soft flesh on Yan Murong's waist. "Are you seeing a doctor or fortune teller? The seal hall is shining?----I think you will have a bloody disaster today, do you believe it?"
"My sister-in-law, stop making trouble. Let's talk about it when you have something to go back. I will prescribe a prescription for you when you go back to ensure that you are young forever." Yan Murong said hurriedly.
"real?"
"It's true, more real than real gold."
"This is almost the same." Yan Minghua finally calmed down after getting the benefits of Yan Murong, and his pretty face smiled like a bright little red flower.
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"Everyone." Zheng Yan pointed to the more than 20 people brought in from outside and said. "These are patients. Those who participate in the competition must find out the symptoms from them and prescribe the right medicine. The three old guys, as well as Minister Liang, even if they are judges, do you have any questions?"
After saying that, Zheng Yan glanced around and saw that no one was born, he said. "Okay, those who are willing to participate in the competition will stand in the middle."
As soon as he finished speaking, some students from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine stood up in a hurry.
Yan Murong also walked towards the middle, but he was surprised to find that among the people who stood up, all of them were students from various Chinese medicine colleges, while the teachers and those who had already become famous did not come out.
Seeing Zheng Wuming also walked in, Yan Murong understood.
His grandmother's, Yan Murong cursed in his heart. The world is really true now. No matter what kind of game, he can create a secret operation.
Judging from this situation, the old fox of the Zheng family had already said hello, and his relationship was to push his grandson to that position.
What also surprised Yan Murong was that the two young people who came with Hua Peiyou and Li Boteng also came out.
Seeing Yan Murong look over, the man in the middle of the man wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt, a pair of black-framed glasses, and long hair tied into a small braid behind his head seemed to feel Yan Murong's eyes. He turned his head and looked at Yan Murong, cracked his mouth and smiled at Yan Murong, then turned around and began to look at the patients who were taken to the middle of the venue by a middle-aged man.
"A very keen reaction." Yan Murong thought with a smile.
This guy should be from the Hua family, right?
But this guy's style is quite interesting. He has a hole on it, just like jeans that were taken out of the garbage dump. He has a pair of sneakers of different colors on his feet, and a short-sleeved casual shirt with wrinkles on his upper body.
With the pair of black-framed glasses and a braid behind the head - if this guy walks on the street, he will be regarded as an art rather than a medical practitioner.
However, the young man of the Li family showed a calm temperament, whether in terms of dressing or walking.
"You are Yan Murong, I know you." After looking at the patient, the 'artist' in the Hua family actually walked to Yan Murong and greeted Yan Murong with a smile.
"Do you know me?" Yan Murong asked strangely, and at the same time began to guess what was going on in his heart that this guy came up to say hello to him.
"Yes, I know you, haha, introduce myself, I'm Huachuang." Huachuang laughed and threw the braid with an artistic look, laughing. "Recent reports about you have spread all over the streets-----I have to say, I admire you very much."
"It's just a false reputation." Yan Murong said politely.
"You are too modest." Huacuo smiled. "Have you never heard of it? Excessive modesty is pride."
"Okay." Yan Murong shrugged and said. "Then I'm not humble anymore. You should praise me again."
"Uh-------Haha." Huacuo was stunned at first, then he seemed to hear some funny joke. He laughed for a while before saying, "You are interesting, so interesting, I like it."
"But I like women." Yan Murong said to Hua Cuo with a strange look on his face.
"Don't get me wrong, I like women too, haha." Hua Cuo smiled without any mind and said. "It's just that I like your personality very much--not as annoying as the introverted slut in the Li family and the hypocrite in the Zheng family. How about it? When will I have time to chat?"
Yan Murong was a little surprised.
Depending on the situation, it seems that the Hua family, the Li family and the Zheng family are wearing pairs of pants, right? But why did Hua Chou come to chat with him? And he also said that the boy from the Li family is a slut and Zheng Wuming is a hypocrite?
He didn't know what that guy was from the Li family, but he agreed with Hua Chuo's evaluation of Zheng Wuming------Yes, he was just a hypocrite.
But Yan Murong couldn't understand what the purpose of this kid was to chat with him.
"No problem." After thinking about it, Yan Murong simply agreed.
Don't you want to chat with yourself?
Although it is awkward to chat with a man who is dressed in a weird way, maybe you can know something from him.
"That's good." Huacuo clapped his hands and said happily. "Then wait until this damn Chinese medicine seminar ends. Let's find a place to chat, and I'll go there first."
Looking at the small braid behind Hua Cuo's head that shook as he walked, Yan Murong's mouth pulled out a beautiful curve.
"This person is also very interesting."
PS: I forgot to update automatically when I left at noon. I updated it so late. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened now. There were no tickets for the plane and train within three days. Damn, I waited in the ticket hall of the train station for an afternoon, but I didn’t wait for a refund. I didn’t come back until now.
I plan to drive away tomorrow morning and night, and the update will be automatically updated. I will set it in advance.