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A moment later, Zhou Jingxing stood up, his expression somewhat solemn.

"My number is used up, next one."

Another elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor, around sixty years old, was about to go over, but was stopped by Chen Huo.

"No need, I trust Dr. Zhou's character. Didn't you want to test me? Now you can begin."

With so many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners present, it would take a long time for them to take Chen Huo's pulse one by one, and Chen Huo didn't have the patience to wait.

Hearing his words, Zhou Jingxing felt slightly relieved.

But he still said coldly:

"Alright, then tell me what the patient's illness is."

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Chen Huo.

"Judging from the pulse, the patient has a typical deficiency-cold syndrome, is that right?" Chen Huo said calmly.

"That's too general. It's meaningless to say it like that." Zhou Jingxing shook his head, dissatisfied with the answer.

"Okay, let me be more specific. The patient had insufficient Yang energy and a significant decline in overall bodily functions, which is considered a serious condition in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Because the incident happened suddenly, the patient must have consumed cold or cooling foods before death, which triggered a severe depletion of Yang energy."

Chen Huo said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jingxing was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.

Being able to speak to this extent means you've entered the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

But that's just getting started.

Sudden.

He seemed to realize something and looked at Chen Yuanshan.

"Patriarch Chen, did you, or one of your clansmen, disclose the patient's condition to Chen Huo?"

The meaning of this statement is quite obvious.

He didn't believe Chen Huo had any real skills at all, and thought that Chen Yuanshan had leaked the patient's condition to Chen Huo, because the patient had been ill for some time and had already been diagnosed.

It's normal for the Chen family to know a little bit about it.

Everyone looked at Chen Yuanshan.

Chen Yuanshan only said one sentence.

"I, Chen Yuanshan, can't afford to lose face like that."

Although he didn't say it directly, everyone understood what he meant: the Chen family disdained and had no need to do such a thing; this was a diagnosis Chen Huo made on his own merits.

But he still didn't believe it.

"You may not tell him, but who can guarantee he won't inquire? Or that someone will secretly tell him? After all, he's no ordinary person; he'll definitely have ways to find out about the patient's condition."

Chen Yuanshan frowned upon hearing this.

No one at the scene knew better than him that Chen Huo had never inquired about the matter with anyone, and he wasn't even interested in the patient's identity. He hadn't taken the matter seriously from beginning to end.

But who would believe it if I told them?

Chen Huo snorted upon seeing this.

"There's no point in dwelling on this. Why don't you ask my patient about his pulse?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuanshan's eyes lit up.

Yes.

The illness can be found out by asking around.

However, the pulse can change depending on the patient's medication, rest, and the changes in their condition, so it cannot be determined in advance. This is the most effective way to verify it.

However, since Chen Huo himself proposed this method, he was quite unsure of himself. He secretly wondered if Chen Huo really understood traditional Chinese medicine and was particularly skilled in pulse diagnosis.

"Alright, then tell me about the patient's pulse."

Listen carefully.

Chen Huo offered a reminder, saying calmly:

"The patient's pulse is mainly deep, slow, thready, weak, and feeble, the core of which is insufficient Yang Qi, weak pulse movement, and cold stagnation causing the pulse to shrink."

Zhou Jingxing nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Judging solely from the overall pulse diagnosis, Chen Huo's assessment is correct.

However, this does not mean that Chen Huo truly understands traditional Chinese medicine. Other TCM practitioners can also make the same diagnosis. The key is to look at the details of each pulse and the results of treating the symptoms.

Chen Huo continued:

"Let's talk about this deep pulse first. It doesn't respond when you press it lightly with your fingers, but you can feel it when you press harder. This indicates that the deficiency and cold are mostly internal, and the yang energy is insufficient and trapped inside. Am I right?"

Zhou Jingxing was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Then he nodded.

"Yes, is there any more?"

"Next, let's talk about the slow pulse, which is less than three beats per breath. This is a typical characteristic of cold syndrome. Cold causes the pulse to congeal and slow down, but this patient's pulse is not just slow, it's extremely slow. Am I right?"

Upon hearing this, many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners present looked at Zhou Jingxing.

Seeing Zhou Jingxing nod and confirm the matter, they couldn't help but show surprised expressions.

For Chen Huo at his age, being able to accurately describe the subtle characteristics of two pulses is already quite remarkable; at least most people his age couldn't do that.

The old scourge continues.

"Next is the thready pulse. The patient's pulse is as thin as a thread, yet clearly perceptible under the fingers. This is a typical characteristic of qi and blood deficiency, and yang deficiency. The patient's pulse is so thin that it's almost like a spider's thread, which shows just how serious the condition is. Am I right?"

Zhou Jingxing looked surprised upon hearing this.

The fine pulse is the most difficult to perceive and grasp; it cannot be done without extremely rich experience. This is one of the reasons why the older the TCM practitioner, the more sought-after they become. It was truly unbelievable that Chen Huo, at such a young age, could describe the details of the fine pulse.

He was considered the strongest among the TCM practitioners present, and the other TCM practitioners were also quite surprised to see his expression.

"Could he be right?"

"Old Zhou, this is a faint pulse, you're not joking, are you?"

"Even I wouldn't be so certain about a microscopic pulse diagnosis, can he really do it?"

"..."

Before Zhou Jingxing could answer, Chen Huo spoke up again.

"Finally, let's talk about the weak pulse. Its characteristics are deep, thready, and weak; soft and lacking in strength, it feels hollow when pressed. The patient suffers from deficiency of Yang Qi, Qi, and Blood; it's almost as if his body has been hollowed out, leaving only an empty shell. Am I right?"

"This...this...how is this possible?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jingxing's eyes widened in disbelief.

He learned medicine from his father from a young age, and it wasn't until he was thirty-seven or thirty-eight that his pulse-taking skills reached the level Chen Huo is at now.

How big is Chen Huocai?

He looks to be only in his early twenties, yet he possesses such abilities.

How could one not be shocked?

Upon seeing this, Chen Yuanshan smiled slightly.

Zhao Yuechun's eyes gleamed, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

The other doctors present were shocked by what they saw.

"He was right again?"

"Really?"

"That doesn't make sense, he's so young!"

"I don't believe it!"

As they were talking, an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, who didn't believe in superstitions, stepped forward to take the patient's pulse.

A moment later, his eyes widened as well.

"He's right! He was right about everything!"

Seeing this, another experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor stepped forward and said, "Let me take a look!"

A moment later, his expression was exactly the same as the one before.

Two more experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors came to the same conclusion. Just as the next doctor was about to step forward, Zhou Jingxing finally ended the farce by stopping the man.

"There's no need to trouble the patient; his diagnosis is perfectly correct."

After speaking, he straightened his clothes, took two steps forward, and bowed deeply to Chen Huo.

"Please forgive my previous disrespect, but a medical genius as young as you is truly rare and hard to believe. Please don't hold it against me!"