Ni Zhenhua also looked at this host, he is in his Chinese New Year's Eve this year, his body is well-proportioned and strong, he should exercise regularly, and his physique is much better than ordinary people.

And his spirit is also very vigorous, and he doesn't seem to have even some minor illnesses.

Although no further examination was conducted, just by virtue of the word "hope" in "looking, hearing, asking, and cutting" in traditional Chinese medicine, Ni Zhenhuai was sure that this person was very healthy, and even if he was really sick, it was impossible to know what was wrong with his body before he had a pulse.

"The host is right, he is very healthy and there should be no illness. Ni Zhenhua looked at Meng Chuan coldly, and said very firmly: "A person who has no disease at all, how can he treat him?"

"Could it be that you don't have the confidence to win me in medicine, so you just play tricks?"

Meng Chuan smiled slightly and asked rhetorically, "Are you sure he's not sick?"

Ni Zhenhuai glanced at the host twice again and said, "I can't make a conclusion before the examination, but at least he doesn't have any major illness." ”

"Huh. Meng Chuan shook his head and smiled, as if he was very disappointed in Ni Zhenhuai's medical skills: "People are dying, you even said that he is not sick, it seems that your medical skills are nothing more than that." ”

"What did you say?" Ni Zhenhuai's face was angry, but then he returned to normal, and sneered: "People are dying?

"Don't believe it? That's good. Meng Chuan rolled up his sleeves slightly, then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said to the host: "This gentleman, please take another seven steps forward." ”

"After seven steps, everyone knows what your body is doing. ”

The host is also full of question marks, but who wants others to say that they are a dying person?

In addition, he was originally Korean, so he naturally expected Ni Zhenhuai to win today's game, so he still had a professional smile on his face, and said casually as he walked forward: "My body is so good, how can I be sick?"

"Don't say take seven steps, even if it's seventy steps, seven hundred steps, I'm still fine. ”

As the man spoke, his steps did not stop, and in the blink of an eye he came to the seventh step.

When he finished the seventh step and was about to take the eighth step, his body suddenly stiffened, and the blood on his originally ruddy face suddenly faded.

"Poof......

The host spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground on his back, making a muffled "bang" sound.

He vomited more than two taels of blood, and the dark red blood splashed on his pale face like ink, and suddenly everyone present screamed, not knowing what was going on.

A group of staff hurriedly came up and wanted to help the person up, but Meng Chuan waved his hand and stopped everyone in a loud voice: "Don't touch anyone, the person could have been saved, but if you move around, you really can't save it." ”

All the staff members who rushed up looked at each other, and they didn't know what to do for a while, so they could only freeze in place.

Meng Chuan was not surprised by this scene, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the host on the ground, and said to Ni Zhenhuai: "Mr. Ni, the patient has appeared now, this time I will let you treat it first, how about it?"

Ni Zhenhuai hadn't figured out what the situation was, he quickly recovered from his daze, and came to the host who was already in a coma in two steps, and began to call for him, while staring at Meng Chuan, and said suspiciously: "How did a big living person suddenly become like this?"

"Could it be that you did something to him quietly?"

Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel funny: "I did something to him?

"There are huge hidden dangers in this person's body, but your medical skills are not enough, so you don't see it. ”

Ni Zhenhuai passed the pulse diagnosis silently, and he also felt that although the host's body was strong, the various functions in his body were very weak, and there were signs of sudden death caused by extreme fatigue.

This physical condition is completely caused by the patient's overwork, or excessive consumption of his body's functions, which is accumulated over time, and no one can make the human body have this symptom through blows or drugs.

Ni Zhenhuai suddenly understood that this host did indeed have a huge hidden illness.

The reason why he vomited blood just now is probably because he was too tired from work, and he did not properly arrange his rest time, but instead went to exercise and other extremely physically demanding activities.

In this way, his body does not get a good rest, and the accumulation of time will lead to a state of false prosperity in the human body.

The so-called false prosperity is when the body seems to be very strong, but in fact it is already overloaded, and there is a high risk of sudden cardiac arrest and sudden death.

This disease is generally difficult to detect on oneself, or it is diagnosed by looking at qi, and it cannot even be detected by extremely sophisticated physical examination items.

Feeling that the patient's pulse was gradually weakening from disorder, Ni Zhenhuai knew that if this disease was not treated in time, it would never be saved.

He immediately shouted to the assistant he had brought, "Bring me the silver needle!"

However, after a few seconds when Ni Zhenhuai's assistant took the silver needle, Ni Zhenhuai's face suddenly changed, and the hand of the trumpet vein made great efforts again, but finally let go and shook his head: "It's over, it's hopeless." ”

The patient's pulse has disappeared, and even with the use of Western medicine injection hormone therapy or defibrillator, it is basically impossible to save the person.

Everyone was in an uproar, no one expected that the host, who was still full of energy just now, presided over this medical skills competition, was really as Meng Chuan said, vomited blood and died after walking seven steps, and even Ni Zhenhuai had no choice.

Ni Zhenhuai didn't even take the needle bag, because no matter what he did now, no one could save it.

At this moment, Meng Chuan on the side hugged his arms and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ni Zhenhuai sighed regretfully, glanced up at Meng Chuan, and said very unconvinced: "That's right, I can't save it, but no one can save it." ”

"This person's pulse has disappeared, it is a dead person, can the dead still be saved?"

"I'm afraid that even my master will have a way to bring people back to life, if anyone can really do this, then they can't be called doctors, but can be called immortals. ”

Meng Chuan shook his head and said solemnly: "Anyway, you admit that you can't save this person, right?"

"That's right. Ni Zhenhuai's tone was also full of impatience: "Didn't I say it? This is a dead man, and no one can save him." ”

"Huh. Meng Chuan smiled slightly, took the needle bag brought by Ni Zhenhuai's assistant, and then waved his hand at Ni Zhenhuai, signaling him to make way for himself.

"Since you admit that you can't cure him, then obediently go to the side and watch. ”

"Today I will let you see what is the real Chinese medicine technique. ”