Chapter 184: No Illness

I have to say that Zheng Yan is definitely an old fox, looking at what he hears, asking and asking, it is only better than looking, this is easy to say, but it is too difficult to do.

The rules of the contest are simple and there is no time limit, but the participants are not allowed to touch the patient, but can only look at the patient through a table and judge the symptoms they have received.

Each participant has a pen and a notebook in their hands, and after judging the symptoms, they have to write down the corresponding prescriptions.

This kind of rule, not to mention these young students, even those old Chinese medicine practitioners who have been practicing medicine for twenty or thirty years, may not be able to see all of them accurately.

No, there were many people who stood up, but after a while, some people walked back in frustration.

I don't know if I don't try, but I don't know if I try it.

Some students stood up with confidence, but when they saw the patient, they were embarrassed.

Because they found that they were considered top students in school, but now, they can't even see it.

Some of them have a little ability, but after seeing a few patients, they all walked back in despair.

There is no hardest, only harder.

Originally, the four diagnoses of traditional Chinese medicine were indispensable. Look at the patient's expression. Smelling is to listen to the patient's changes in the intensity and turbidity of the patient's speech and breath, and also includes smelling.

Questioning is to ask the patient about his condition, the time and the cause of his illness.

Cutting includes pulse diagnosis and press diagnosis.

If you have to rank it according to the difficulty coefficient, then the final "cut" is a technical job, but if you only rely on hope to judge the patient's illness and write a prescription, it is not just a technical job, but a judgment based on experience.

Some of the symptoms are obvious, but those that are not obvious are too difficult for those of them who are not out of school yet.

They are inexperienced, and they can't judge it by pathology alone.

Therefore, the more than 20 people who stood up in Huhula were less than ten in the blink of an eye, and a few of them, after a few minutes, also gave up. And there are only five people left in the middle.

Yan Murong, Hua Cuo, Zheng Wuming, and the stuffy ** of the Li family in Hua Cuo's mouth.

To Yan Murong's surprise, his student, Yang Duo, hadn't even gone down, but was looking at a middle-aged man across the table, writing something in his notebook from time to time.

In the midst of thousands of flowers -- no, it should be a little red in the midst of thousands of greens.

Yang Duo's appearance surprised everyone.

Yan Murong and the others knew that they were famous for their magical silver needles in the virus incident, and the other three were the descendants of the three major Chinese medicine families-but this girl hadn't gone down yet, which was a little surprising.

Chen Hanqing's face was also full of joy, he was not surprised by Yan Murong, but for Yang Duo, he was surprised at the same time, he was also extremely excited.

Chen Hanqing didn't think that there was such a student in his school, and he was a girl.

The scene was very quiet, and everyone was quietly watching the remaining five people in the field, all waiting to see if they could judge the symptoms of all the twenty or so patients.

Everyone almost held their breath, except for the footsteps of a few people, all that remained was the "rustle" of writing in the notebook.

I have to say that Yan Murong was really surprised, he didn't expect that there was such a powerful student in the class he taught.

Yang Duo's performance was indeed beyond his expectations, but after seeing more than a dozen patients, Yang Duo's face also had an embarrassed expression, frowning and thinking for a long time, and finally sighed, shook his head and walked down. However, compared to others, Yang Duo's performance is amazing enough.

Zheng Wuming looked relaxed, but this did not surprise Yan Murong.

Since the Zheng family is known as one of the three major families of traditional Chinese medicine, how can he Zheng Wuming not know any medical skills?

Soon, several people walked up to the last patient.

The last patient was very strange, on a hot day, he was wearing a mask and his face was sallow.

When they saw him, Zheng Wuming's faces changed at the same time, and their steps couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Yan Murong looked at this man in his thirties, who was wearing a mask, stared at him for a long time, and then laughed. "Boom" was written in the notebook.

"Alright, the competition is over." Zheng Yan saw that all four of them had finished writing, so he stood up and announced the end of the competition, and then personally took over the notebooks of several people with the diagnosis results and prescriptions.

"Several, it's our turn now." Zheng Yan said with a smile, and then walked in front of the twenty-five patients with Hua Peiyou, Li Boteng and Liang Zhengtao, and began to diagnose them in detail to judge the diagnosis results of Yan Murong and others.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, they knew that the next time was to decide the winner.

After all four of the twenty-five patients were diagnosed, they compared the prescriptions prescribed by Yan Murong and the four before they came back.

"A few old friends, who's going to say?" Zheng Yan asked with a smile.

"Haha, Lao Zheng, just come on." Hua Peiyou said with a smile.

"Not good." Zheng Yan smiled and said. "My grandson is also inside, and I said that there will be suspicion of cheating-haha, let's let Minister Liang come."

"Then I'll do it." Liang Zhengtao smiled, walked in front of Yan Murong and the others, and said loudly.

"I have to say, I'm very happy and at the same time, surprised." Liang Zhengtao said loudly. "First of all, I was really amazed by the medical skills of four young people, who were able to judge the patient's condition and write accurate prescriptions just by looking at the doctor.

"But I'm happy." Liang Zhengtao continued. "I'm glad they did, and they did it very well – and you can imagine that they were so young, but they did a lot of hard work on it."

"Wow-"

Liang Zhengtao's words caused an uproar in the audience.

There are those who are excited, those who doubt and do not believe, but more often than not, they are surprised.

"Still." Liang Zhengtao changed his words, pointed to the man wearing a mask, and said. "In this last patient's judgment and prescription, the four young people disagreed."

"Yan Murong." Liang Zhengtao looked at Yan Murong, took out Yan Murong's notebook again, pointed to the last page and asked about the patient's diagnosis. "I want to know, how did you tell if this patient was not sick?"