Chapter 868 This game is over

"Did you see it?" Shui Ling asked incredible.

"Hmph, I think he is probably pretending to be mysterious. This patient has normal complexion. If he doesn't take his pulse, he will definitely not know what disease he has!" Shui Qing said without hesitation.

She is also the best in medicine, and she is still very confident in this, so she doesn't think that Xiao Ming can see the disease from a normal person.

Xiao Ming smiled and said, "This is a doctor. It's not only about looking at the complexion, but also about the details."

Shui Ling was confused. She believed what Shui Qing said, but she didn't think Xiao Ming was talking nonsense, so she said, "Xiao Ming, then tell me, what disease is this person?"

"Well..."

Xiao Ming said something to his mouth but suddenly stopped it, pretending to be unfathomable!

Looking at Xiao Ming's silly expression, Shui Qing snorted coldly and ignored him. Anyway, she didn't believe it!

Zhuo Baixian was stroking his beard at this time. He smiled and said, "This patient is so good. It is indeed suitable for the Xinglin Conference. What he wants to test is not only the diagnostic ability of our doctors, but also the details. This is something that many doctors do not have!"

Most people are confused because in their eyes, this patient is like a normal person.

"I'll try it!" A man volunteered to say on the side of the Chinese medicine doctor.

He felt that since he couldn't see the reason, he would go up and diagnose it himself!

Everyone looked at the man nervously.

I saw this man come to the patient's side, then half-squatted down, pick up the patient's wrist, and start taking the pulse.

When Xiao Ming saw this, he shook his head and said, "This pulse is mainly aimed at internal injuries. It seems that this person can't get anything out of it!"

Shuiqing looked at Xiao Ming incredibly and thought to himself that Xiao Ming really saw it?

If so, he is definitely a genius in the medical field!

Sure enough, the man on the stage still remained indifferent after taking his pulse for a long time, and the fine sweat fell down his cheeks.

After about twenty minutes, the man slowly stood up and plucked up the courage, "This man is not sick!"

An uproar from the audience!

No problems occurred in twenty minutes. Was it really a test for the organizers of the Xinglin Conference?

You should know that taking pulse is the most basic diagnostic method in traditional Chinese medicine. Those who can be a contestant here should be skilled in their hearts.

Zhuo Baixian laughed and said, "No, no, you are wrong, he is sick!"

"ah?"

The man looked at the patient again in disbelief, his face full of fear. He had taken the pulse for twenty minutes, and now he was doubting his medical skills!

There was also a lot of discussion in the audience.

Nie Yuanzhong kept staring at Xiao Ming, and then said to Youmo beside him: "Look at Master Xiao Ming, I have seen it long ago. His expression has betrayed him!"

"Then why didn't he go on stage?" Youmo couldn't understand.

"Miss Youmo, Grandmaster Xiao Ming is not as simple as you imagined!" Nie Yuanzhong seemed to see through Xiao Ming.

At this time, there was someone on the Western medicine side ready to go.

"Director Qian, go up and take a look!"

Director Qian is an expert in internal and surgical departments. He walked towards the stage with confidence.

When he came to the patient, Director Qian still did the most basic thing in Western medicine, which was to listen to the heartbeat with a stethoscope, but when he heard this, his brows frowned.

"This person has no internal diseases, only external diseases!" Director Qian immediately affirmed in his heart.

However, the patient's hands and feet were moving and his eyes were blinking, and he didn't look sick!

Director Qian knew that this was not a solution. In the hospital, patients usually told him where they were uncomfortable, and he would naturally prescribe the right medicine.

But it obviously doesn't work here. If the patient directly tells him where there is a problem, the diagnosis of the first day's competition will be meaningless.

Director Qian was stiff on the stage. For the first time in decades of medical practice, he felt helpless. If he was in the hospital, even if he was a mute, he would do every test and always find the cause.

But this is Xinglin Conference, which tests entirely personal strength and does not have so many medical devices to use.

"I'm sorry, I can't diagnose it." Director Qian said to Zhuo Baixian apologetically.

Zhuo Baixian nodded and said meaningfully: "In the hospital, there are too many medical equipment, and those equipment often make people dependent and ignore their own understanding of the disease. So, I think the most important thing as a doctor is your own ability."

Director Qian's face was so hot that he knew what Zhuo Baixian was insinuating.

Most of these medical equipment are imported from abroad for Western medicine, and traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis only requires looking, listening, asking and exposing.

Although Zhuo Baixian’s words were very subtle, they all understood that Western medicine relied too much on advanced medical equipment!

Director Qian walked down silently. Many of the Western doctors were indignant, but they did not dare to refute it because Zhuo Baixian said the truth. In terms of personal abilities, they may be really inferior to those of the Chinese doctors.

However, the key question now is that the patient on stage, can't even diagnose his illness by dozens of doctors under the stage?

Suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded: "I didn't expect that it was my turn to play in this third competition!"

It was Linghu Qing who spoke. He walked towards the stage casually regardless of the hatred eyes of everyone.

Xiao Ming suddenly felt energetic. Linghu Qing wanted to see if he was really as good as he was!

The brainless fans in the audience immediately cheered!

"Sister Shuiqing, is that patient a trauma?" Shui Ling asked with her big eyes blinking.

"Yes." Shuiqing gently spit out this word.

In fact, she already knew the result when she saw Linghu Qing. Most people here should be able to see that the patient was trauma. When it comes to treating trauma, of course, it must be Qingxu Temple.

As the senior brother of Qingxu Temple, if Linghu Qing cannot see this trauma, wouldn’t it be that Qingxu Temple’s sign?

Zhuo Baixian knew Linghu Qing, a celebrity in the Xinglin Conference. He stroked his beard and smiled: "Hahahaha, people from Qingxu Temple, this disease should not be difficult for them!"

Linghu Qing stood sideways with the patient, not standing directly in front of him, and then a smile appeared on his mouth.

Many people can't understand such a move. Who is facing the patient's treatment?

But Xiao Ming smiled and said, "Prepare for the next game, this game is over."

"Why?" Shui Ling didn't understand. She couldn't wait to know the answer, so she turned to ask Xiao Ming.

Shuiqing's brows stretched out slightly, and she suddenly realized: "So that's it!"
Chapter completed!