Covering the eyes and feeling the pulse

  Chen Jian was very embarrassed.

  These old Chinese doctors not only each wanted to chip in and bet, but their voices were one by one more sonorous, attracting the attention of many people. The money they took out was also one by one more than the last, suddenly making it impossible for Chen Jian to refuse or accept.

  Chen Jian did not believe in his heart that he would lose.

  For today's arena match, Chen Jian also made a lot of preparations. He had a detailed understanding of traditional Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis and pregnancy testing, and he had an even deeper understanding of the "happy pulse" or "slippery pulse" mentioned in traditional Chinese medicine.

  In his view, there are many reasons for women's slippery pulse, and it is not just pregnancy. This fully proves that the traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis of pulse testing for pregnancy can only be a joke. Especially when he deliberately ignored the three links of observation, listening and inquiry.

  To make a simple analogy, when a woman of childbearing age goes to a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for a pregnancy test, normally the doctor will at least take a look at whether the woman has any signs of pregnancy, ask if she has had ** recently, how long her period has been delayed, and whether she has ever been late before, then use pulse diagnosis to confirm whether she is pregnant.

  Now all these links are omitted, and even the patient and the doctor are separated by a thick curtain, and the doctor can only take the pulse, without even seeing the patient's appearance, this is Chen Jianxu's clever trick.

  All these thoughts made Chen Jian want to directly accept the provocation of the old Chinese doctors, but now the problem came, he didn't have that much money!

  More than 20 old Chinese doctors, each with tens of millions, casually calculated, the total is at least 500 million, and every one of them still looks confident. If he doesn't agree, it seems that he himself is not confident enough; if he agrees, damn, that's 50 million, not 50 yuan!

  King Zhengyu, who had been quietly standing by, suddenly spoke up at this moment.

  "Can I bet on myself winning? Or else I'll also bet 2 million?" Wang Zhengyu said weakly.

  Wang Zhengyu's mind is very active.

  One day, Book helped, and the money won should be a matter of course for Dingding. With so many old Chinese doctors making trouble here, he didn't believe that Chen Jian would really agree to come and dare not acknowledge his account. Of course, if Chen Jian didn't dare to agree, he wouldn't have any loss either.

  But Wang Zhengyu suddenly spoke up at this time, and it really made Chen Jian's face unbearable.

  A group of old Chinese doctors were competing with him, at least they were on an equal footing. Suddenly, a young kid who hadn't even grown out of his baby hair also dared to challenge him - what's the meaning of this? Of course, he still had some basic sense and didn't continue to compete with the old doctors.

  "Since you're so confident in yourself, I'll bet with you! However, Old Zhang, the rest of you can forget it! Save some money for your retirement!" After saying that, Chen Jian didn't wait for anyone to say anything else and directly turned around to leave. Continuing to stay here, even an idiot would know these people don't have anything good to say.

  "Haha, this kid is clever!" Zhang Lao sneered twice, then didn't say anything else and started arranging for everyone to sit down. After all, they were all people of status, and continuing to bicker would not be good.

  After this episode, Wang Zhengyu finally sat in the arena of the competition. As time passed, the entire venue quickly became lively, with people occasionally coming over to greet Zhang Lao and Liu Lao, and inevitably taking a measure of Wang Zhengyu.

  Wang Zhengyu felt helpless, but this seemed inevitable.

  In the area specially allocated to traditional Chinese medicine, the youngest is over 40 years old. Like Wang Zhengyu's age, he is the only one. Adding to that, being surrounded by a group of older traditional Chinese doctors in a way that makes it hard not to notice him. Even on the guest seat side, people have already started whispering about this young man's identity.

  ……

  "Grandpa, it's still five minutes before the start, do you want me to accompany you to say hello to Old Zhang and the others? You can say a few words!" A middle-aged man in his 40s sitting next to him in the guest seat said to the spirited old man beside him.

  On the table in front of the man was his nameplate, a long string, Deputy Director of the National Health Department and Director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Administration Bureau - Chen Dong. The nameplate on the table in front of Old Mo, however, looked very simple, with only three words: Mo Zhonghua. But Chen Dong's attitude towards the old man was extremely respectful.

  "It's unnecessary!" The old man waved his hand and said, "If we can win, I don't need to go give a speech to win. If we lose, then it really means that our traditional Chinese medicine has no successors!"

  "Hmm, Old Mo, look at that young kid sitting next to Old Zhang. So young and already practicing traditional Chinese medicine! How can people say that traditional Chinese medicine is dying out?" Chen Dong exclaimed.

  "Hmm, maybe it's Old Zhang's younger generation, bring them to see the world!" Mo Lao nodded, apparently this old Chinese doctor didn't expect Wang Zhengyu to be today's protagonist.

  On the other side, a girl was sitting, listening to their conversation. She followed their gaze and looked at Wang Zhengyu, then softly exclaimed: "Huh? How is it him?"

  ……

  The girl doesn't look particularly stunning, it's hard to make people take a glance and be amazed. She doesn't appear coquettish either, nor will she make lechers unable to move their eyes away from her. But the feeling she gives people is very clean, an indescribable cleanliness. Her clean face, small nose, lips, what leaves the deepest impression on people is still the girl's clean eyes.

  The girl is very delicate, saying she's small because of her exquisiteness, the kind that has been dyed with the faint poetic feeling of a small bridge and flowing water. If you can understand this delicacy, it's easy to be captivated by the girl.

  Wang Zhengyu had read between the lines of this subtlety, so he had confessed his love to the girl a while ago.

  That's right, the girl is Mo Xiaoyao, and the Mo Zhonghua beside her is her grandfather.

  It turns out that Mo Xiaoyao will also appear in today's venue, which is also related to Wang Zhengyu.

  Mo Xiao Yao is a simple girl who doesn't like to show off. So when Wang Zheng Yu publicly confessed his love for her that day, she couldn't accept it at all. Moreover, Wang Zheng Yu had been secretly in love with her, and they didn't have much contact with each other normally, so they didn't understand each other well. Therefore, she naturally rejected Wang Zheng Yu.

  And what she said at the time, "Sorry, you're great, just not suitable for me!" was exactly what she thought in her heart, without any other meaning. And after she finished speaking, because she didn't like being surrounded by people watching, she went straight upstairs. She really had no idea that her roommate would mock Wang Zhengyu.

  So several little girls returned to the dormitory, excitedly discussing how they had just teased Wang Zhengyu and his silly behavior. Mo Xiaoyao felt that it was a bit too much, so she complained about her roommates in the dormitory for two sentences.

  It was just that someone thought of these casual complaints, but they annoyed the girl who had been buried by Wang Zhengyu, and she began to say some strange things. Mo Xiaoyao's temperament was originally calm, so she didn't bother to argue. She had planned to apologize to Wang Zhengyu, but as soon as Wang Zhengyu was on vacation, he was taken to Yunmeng Mountain for a tour by Huo Guangbo, so she simply ran to Beijing to see her grandfather.

  But Mo Xiaoyao's grandfather, Mo Lao, is not a simple person either. This can be seen from Chen Dong's respectful attitude. In fact, Mo Zhonghua is also an old Chinese doctor. However, he is not an ordinary old Chinese doctor, because he often enters and exits the Huayuan, where the leaders of the Huaxia State live.

  So this time, the Chinese and Western medicine arena competition, those who understand this point naturally left a place for Old Mo. In fact, Chen Dong took out time to participate in this arena competition also because of Old Mo's face.

  At this time, seeing his granddaughter suddenly exclaiming, Old Mo naturally became interested and asked: "What's wrong, Yayo, do you know that young man?"

  "Of course I know him, Wang Zhengyu, he's my current classmate!" Mo Xiaoyao replied with a frown.

  The moment she saw Wang Zhengyu, Mo Xiaoyao almost thought that Wang Zhengyu had come here just to see her, but then she thought again, with her grandfather's identity, she had never mentioned it to anyone, let alone the fact that she had come to Beijing to see her grandfather on a whim, and Wang Zhengyu wouldn't have known.

  "Oh!" Upon hearing Mo Xiaoyao's response, Old Man Mo became interested and continued to ask: "This classmate of yours studies history and also researches traditional Chinese medicine?"

  Mo Xiao Yao thought for a moment and replied vaguely: "I've never heard of it!"

  ……

  At this time, Wang Zhengyu did not know that his little fan had also arrived at the scene, and he was now staring at the camera next to the podium in a dilemma.

  Wang Zhengyu didn't want to go on TV today. Not because he's being pretentious, but because he felt the pressure of cheating in front of the whole nation was too great.

  Especially with so many cameras, looking at the signs above, not only is there a central TV station, but also logos of many other online media that he often watches, which makes him wonder if he were to appear on stage, would his own deskmate classmates see him.

  He didn't want to be pestered by his schoolmates every day, especially today when they were still playing with pulse diagnosis. He was really famous for this, and he suspected that in the future, when his schoolmates' girlfriends' relatives delayed coming for three or five days, they would all come to him to take their pulse, not to mention whether it would be exposed or not, but it would be annoying to death.

  Wang Zhengyu himself hasn't even handed in his first assignment yet.

  So Wang Zhengyu was always thinking of ways to get away with it.

  "Zhang Lao, I want to ask you for a favor!" Wang Zhengyu begged Zhang Dashan after deliberating for a while.

  "What's wrong?" Zhang Dasheng became a bit tense, although he had complete confidence in Wang Zhengyu's medical skills, but he was also afraid that today's commotion would bring too much pressure to Wang Zhengyu, leading to poor performance.

  "There's nothing else, just that I want to go on stage and feel the pulse with my eyes covered later. Can you ask the staff here to find a black cloth for me?" Wang Zhengyu asked.

  "Blindfolded pulse diagnosis? As long as you have confidence, what's wrong with that! I'll go find the staff of the organizing committee and help you find a black cloth!" Zhang Dasong immediately agreed.

  In Zhang Dashan's opinion, Wang Zhengyu was dissatisfied with the thick curtains on the chairman's platform that completely separated doctors from patients, so he played more thoroughly. He didn't know that Wang Zhengyu just didn't want to be recognized by acquaintances.

  If possible, Wang Zhengyu really wants to wear a headgear on the court.