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The pleasantries ended.

Lu Shenghua's expression turned serious again.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, he raised his hand and gestured for them to proceed.

"Esteemed physicians, please step into the inner room and examine my wife's condition."

After saying that, he personally led the way.

The group followed behind, tiptoeing up to the second floor and into the master bedroom.

The room was spacious and elegant, with a faint smell of medicine in the air.

All the curtains were half-drawn, providing soft lighting suitable for patients to rest.

A woman lay on the large, solid wood hospital bed.

She is Lu Shenghua's wife, Ran Qiuya.

At this moment, Ran Qiuya was in extremely poor condition.

His face was ashen, devoid of any color.

His eyes were closed limply, and his breathing was weak and shallow.

He was so weak that he could not move and had completely lost the ability to take care of himself.

He was so exhausted that he could barely get up and move around, let alone open his eyes and speak.

Seeing his wife on the verge of death, Lu Shenghua's eyes were filled with heartache and anxiety.

A group of renowned doctors stood by the bed, all holding their breath and not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

Everyone knows it.

Today's consultation is extremely challenging.

Otherwise, with the Lu family's wealth and connections, they would have cured the illness long ago, and it wouldn't have dragged on until now.

According to seniority, Shen Zhenlin was the oldest and had the highest status among all the attendees.

Naturally, he was the first to step forward and examine the patient.

The other experts and doctors all stepped back and watched quietly.

No one dared to interrupt, and no one dared to make the first move.

Shen Zhenlin walked to the bedside, his expression solemn.

He gently took Ran Qiuya's slightly cool wrist and placed his fingers steadily on her pulse.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

All eyes were fixed on Shen Zhenlin, filled with anticipation.

A few minutes passed.

Shen Zhenlin's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

His expression grew increasingly puzzled, and he repeatedly felt the pulse in his fingertips.

Something is wrong!

Something's really wrong!

Ran Qiuya's pulse was particularly steady.

The five internal organs function smoothly, and the blood and qi vessels are orderly and well-organized.

Aside from a slightly weak pulse, there were signs of general weakness and fatigue.

There are absolutely no signs of any serious or strange illness!

Forget about intractable diseases, they don't even have common organ ailments.

But the person in front of me is clearly bedridden, weak, and on the verge of death.

The pulse and the body's condition are completely opposite!

Shen Zhenlin was filled with surprise and doubt.

He practiced medicine for decades, traveling all over China and seeing countless strange and intractable diseases.

This is the first time I've encountered such a bizarre situation.

He released the patient's wrist without speaking immediately.

He turned to look at the nanny beside him and spoke in a low voice.

"Bring me all the prescriptions the patient has been taking recently."

The nanny didn't dare to delay and immediately brought out a thick stack of medical records and prescriptions.

Shen Zhenlin carefully examined each page.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

Looking through the entire prescription, all the medicines are mild and nourishing.

Ginseng, astragalus, angelica, donkey-hide gelatin...

All of them are top-quality medicinal materials that strengthen the body's foundation, replenish qi and blood, and nourish the body.

The formula is well-matched, the medicinal properties are mild, and there are no problems whatsoever.

There was neither conflicting or antagonistic effect nor excessive dosage.

Logically speaking, long-term use of these prescriptions should be beneficial.

Your body will only get better and better, and your energy and spirit will become more and more abundant.

It is absolutely impossible for them to gradually decline and become bedridden!

But strangely enough...

Ran Qiuya's condition worsens with every supplement and treatment she receives!

My health is deteriorating day by day, and now I'm at my wit's end.

This completely violates common medical principles!

Shen Zhenlin put down the prescription in his hand and let out a long sigh.

His face was filled with helplessness and confusion.

He turned around, looked at Lu Shenghua who was full of anxiety, and slowly spoke.

His tone was extremely solemn.

"Mr. Lu, Ms. Ran's condition is very strange."

"I examined the pulse repeatedly, and found it to be stable, indicating no disease in the internal organs."

"The prescriptions used are all mild and nourishing, without any errors."

"I have never seen such a strange phenomenon in my half-life of medical practice."

"Forgive my frankness, but I can't pinpoint the root of the problem right now."

The words fell.

The entire bedroom fell into a deathly silence instantly.

All the renowned doctors present changed their expressions.

Even Shen Zhenlin, a top expert in Jiangnan, couldn't find the problem?

Then those people are even less confident!

Lu Shenghua froze, his face turning deathly pale.

Even Shen Zhenlin, a top doctor in Jiangnan, was helpless, so he dared not hold out any more hope.

The bedroom was deathly silent, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Everyone frowned and remained silent.

Just then, Lin Yuan, who was standing at the end of the crowd, quietly raised his eyes to look at Ran Qiuya on the hospital bed.

He was standing at the back, several steps away.

All that could be seen was the patient's weak and pale appearance, his breathing weak and barely perceptible.

However, no lumps can be found by visual inspection alone.

Whether it's complexion or demeanor, it all looks like she's simply weak and frail.

There were no signs of illness or poisoning.

Lin Yuan knew the answer.

This strange, hidden ailment cannot be detected by sight alone.

Only by personally taking the pulse and carefully examining the meridians and blood flow can the true root cause of the illness be found.

However, he didn't rush to speak.

The room is now filled with highly experienced and renowned doctors; it's not his turn to speak, as his "young apprentice."

This is a good opportunity to see how much real skill these so-called experts actually possess.

After a moment of silence.

Gao Hongbin, a Western medicine expert from the First People's Hospital of Zhejiang Province, was the first to step forward.

He looked confident and stepped forward to speak.

"Just because Dr. Shen can't see the problem doesn't mean there's no cause for it."

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes pulse diagnosis and the flow of qi and blood, but this is too vague and not precise enough."

"We still need to rely on instrument data and Western medical diagnosis to find the root cause."

These words subtly implied a desire to belittle traditional Chinese medicine and elevate oneself.

Several Western-trained doctors present nodded in agreement.

Gao Hongbin walked to the bedside and took out his stethoscope.

He listened to the heart rate and checked the breathing meticulously, and then carefully reviewed the thick medical report.

A dozen minutes later.

He put away his stethoscope, his confidence vanished completely, replaced by a solemn expression.

"strangeness."

"Cardiopulmonary function is normal, there are no organ lesions, and all blood indicators are within the normal range."

"All the tests that Western medicine can perform showed no abnormalities."

Gao Hongbin frowned and said in a deep voice.

"From a medical perspective, the patient's physical functions are completely healthy."

"There should be absolutely no signs of him becoming bedridden and gradually weakening!"

These words made the situation even more tense.

Western medicine's investigation also yielded no results.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Deshan, the president of Wenzhou Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, stepped forward.

As a veteran traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he refused to believe that no problem could be found.

He personally took Ran Qiuya's pulse repeatedly.

He took the pulse with each hand in turn, and the time spent taking the pulse was longer than that of Shen Zhenlin.

In the end, he slowly shook his head, his face full of confusion.

"The pulse is normal, the Qi and blood are weak but smooth, and there is no deficiency or damage to the internal organs."

"No cold symptoms, no heat symptoms, no stagnation, absolutely no disease to diagnose."

Zhou Deshan had lived for over sixty years and practiced medicine for forty years, and this was the first time he had encountered such an outrageous and bizarre event.

Subsequently, Wang Ming, a specialist in difficult and complicated diseases from Shanghai, also stepped forward to try.

He specializes in various rare and unusual diseases and has extensive experience in treating them.

However, after a thorough examination, nothing was found.

A group of renowned doctors took turns to treat the patients.

Some people repeatedly looked at the prescription, some re-examined the physical signs, and some whispered their deductions about the symptoms.

It took a full half hour to figure it out.

Surprisingly, everyone's conclusion was the same.

The body is free from disease, poisoning, lesions, and hidden dangers.

But the patient was truly on the verge of death, with vital signs continuing to deteriorate!

This completely defies all medical common sense!

The group of renowned doctors looked at each other, all of them ashamed and helpless.

The once confident Gao Hongbin now had no trace of arrogance on his face.

Everyone present was completely at a loss.

As Lu Shenghua looked at the group of silent renowned doctors, his heart sank lower and lower.

His voice was hoarse, filled with an undisguised despair.

"Gentlemen, is there really no way at all?"