514: Chapter 513: A Contest of Traditional Chinese Medicine 514: Chapter 513: A Contest of Traditional Chinese Medicine Upon hearing these words, Ning Fan’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
He stopped dead in his tracks, then suddenly turned to look at Tang Xinyuan, walked a few steps forward until he was directly in front of Tang Xinyuan, and gazed into his eyes.
In the beginning, Tang Xinyuan stood his ground and met Ning Fan’s gaze.
But after a few seconds, he felt a soreness in his eyes and his brain seemed to become disoriented; Ning Fan’s eyes seemed to draw his very soul into them like stars and oceans.
He averted his gaze, no longer daring to look Ning Fan in the eye, as tumultuous waves rose in his heart.
What a terrifying gaze!
“Do you really think Tang Clan’s medical technique is outstanding?” Ning Fan chuckled and asked.
“Of course,” Tang Xinyuan said decisively.
“Well then, let’s compare.
Although, in my opinion, Tang Clan’s medical technique is not much to speak of, remember, you and your kind are not fit to represent the Tang Clan,” Ning Fan said dismissively.
In Ning Fan’s view, Tang Xinyuan’s medical expertise was nothing more than child’s play.
Tang Clan had a renowned reputation and some heritage accumulated over a long period.
But such mediocrity could hardly represent the Tang Clan.
“You’re really willing to compete with me?” Tang Xinyuan was momentarily startled, and then his expression brightened with joy; Ning Fan had actually agreed to his challenge.
“That’s right, tell me how you want to compare.
Since you are the one who sought me out, I’ll listen to you,” Ning Fan said confidently.
How could Tang Xinyuan, of such caliber, win at anything against him?
“It’s simple.
Since we’re on the street and there’s no medical equipment, let’s rely on diagnosis and technique, shall we?” Tang Xinyuan looked around at the crowd that was flowing by and suggested.
“Alright,” Ning Fan agreed without a second thought.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes inspection, listening, inquiry, and pulse-taking.
Indeed, diagnosing ailments without using instruments is a skill in itself.
“Fine, then I’ll go first,” Tang Xinyuan said with full confidence, then turned his head to look for someone in the street.
Soon, he spotted a short-statured man and approached him, directly inquiring, “Excuse me, sir, could you spare a moment?”
The man’s face was visibly irritated.
Upon hearing Tang Xinyuan speak, he couldn’t help but frown, but noticing the tall and burly bodyguards behind Tang Xinyuan, he became cautious and asked, “Who are you?
I don’t know you.”
“It’s nothing, I just noticed you look a bit unwell and wanted to offer you a medical consultation,” Tang Xinyuan said cheerfully.
“A medical consultation?” The man seemed somewhat reluctant, but out of helplessness, he nodded his head.
Tang Xinyuan stood in front of the man and began his observation, then took one of the man’s hands to take his pulse.
Pulse-taking is a profound aspect of traditional Chinese medicine; easy to dabble in, but exceedingly difficult to master.
For Tang Xinyuan, a young man daring to take pulses on the street and challenging him, must indeed possess some real skills.
Although Tang Xinyuan was quite arrogant when talking to others, he was very serious when it came to diagnosing illnesses; he carefully examined the man’s pulse and then said, “In a healthy person, the pulse should beat four times with each breath.
Your pulse is somewhat rapid, and in the three positions of inch, bar, and cubit, the pulse exists but is neither floating nor deep, lacks vigor, and is slow.
This is indicative of a chronic internal injury caused by a decline in yin blood and insufficient yang energy, with the false yang rising externally.”
God Doctor Ning, who was standing not far away, nodded slightly upon hearing this; Tang Xinyuan had some merit after all.
“Ah?
What does that mean?” The man, completely baffled by Tang Xinyuan’s words but having caught the gist, asked somewhat fearfully.
“Don’t worry.
Have you recently experienced difficulties with sexual activities?” Tang Xinyuan continued to inquire.
When such matters are openly discussed, it’s usually quite embarrassing, but the man’s eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken, “Right, right, right, that’s it.
Do you have a solution?”
“If I say it out loud, naturally I have one.” Tang Xinyuan nodded and then started to massage the man right there.
Soon, the man felt a heat all over his body, as if he had become much lighter.
“Alright, now the stubborn issue in your body has lessened.
Next, I’ll give you a prescription.
Follow it and brew the herbal medicines three times a day.
In half a month, you will naturally see significant results.” As Tang Xinyuan spoke, he pulled out a small notebook, jotted down a prescription, and handed it to the man.
“Thank you, thank you so much.” The man expressed his gratitude to Tang Xinyuan excitedly before turning to leave.
Having done all this, Tang Xinyuan turned to Ning Fan, proudly raised his eyebrows, and said, “God Doctor Ning, what do you think of my methods, not too shabby, right?”
“Not bad,” Ning Fan nodded in agreement.
In the realm of traditional Chinese medicine, achieving such proficiency at a young age was indeed impressive.
He truly was the pride of the Tang Clan.
But in Ning Fan’s eyes, it still wasn’t enough.
“Next, let’s see what God Doctor Ning’s skills are like?” Tang Xinyuan extended his hand, gesturing ‘please’ with his palm.
Ning Fan nodded, looked around at the crowd, and just then, an old man hobbled up close to him.
“Old sir, wait a moment,” Ning Fan called out.
Tang Xinyuan was puzzled.
Although the old man’s right leg was lame, his complexion was rosy and lustrous, indicating no apparent pain.
Could Ning Fan be intending to treat the old man’s lame leg?
Impossible!
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes balance, and a lame leg would involve injured tendons and bones, requiring a long time to heal.
Moreover, an old person’s metabolism is inherently slow, making the process even slower.
What was Ning Fan thinking?
Ning Fan examined the old man’s body up and down for a few seconds, and then with a smile, he said, “First of all, sir, I want to express my thanks to you.”
“Thanks?” The old man was confused and didn’t quite understand.
At this time, the number of onlookers grew, their interest piqued by Tang Xinyuan’s earlier demonstration.
“Yes, every revolutionary predecessor deserves our gratitude.” Ning Fan nodded and bowed to the old man.
A flash of shock crossed the old man’s eyes, and he abruptly looked up at Ning Fan, “Do you recognize me?”
“Of course I don’t,” Ning Fan said with a smile, shaking his head.
“Then how do you know my identity?” the old man asked, still puzzled.
“I can tell.
Old sir, if it’s convenient, may I take your pulse?” Ning Fan continued.
The old man hesitated briefly but still stretched out his hand, though he was convinced he was not ill.
Meanwhile, Tang Xinyuan was shocked.
How had Ning Fan discerned the old man’s identity as a revolutionary predecessor?
Could it be his clothing?
He glanced at the old man’s attire but couldn’t detect anything.
What was going on?
Then, after a brief pulse diagnosis, Ning Fan let go of the old man’s hand and asked, “Old sir, do you find that whenever it rains, your right leg hurts unbearably?”