"This classmate, what is your name?" The host soon had a new microphone in his hand, he looked at Chu Anruo and asked her name!

"Chu Anruo!" Chu Anruo generously reported his name.

"You're saying she's a patient too, right?" The host pointed to the middle-aged man who was standing abruptly on the stage, looking embarrassed, and his hands were tightly clenched at the corners of his clothes.

The man was wearing a thick army-green cotton jacket, he was not tall, and he looked honest and honest.

"Yes!" Chu Anruo said with certainty.

"Okay, now Chu Anruo, a classmate in the Chinese medicine team, said that he is a prospective patient. Let's now determine whether he is healthy or sick! The host said, turned to look at the position of the rostrum, and said to Meng Weibing, the dean of Shizhen University, "President Meng, I know that you arranged the first round of the competition, so how many patients did you arrange for each team at that time!" ”

Meng Weibing turned his microphone and replied, "We initially selected a total of one hundred and fifty people, and of those hundred and fifty people, we did a detailed examination and analysis of all of them. Then, we elected sixty people. Of the sixty people, we once again examined each of them individually. Whether they are healthy or have physical problems, we began to observe and analyze a few months ago. Before the official start of the competition, we determined the final 40 people, who were also selected through the latest and most rigorous examinations, using the most advanced equipment and equipment, and the doctors were also the best. We divided the 40 of them into two groups, and in each group we had seven patients with similar conditions. That is to say, the people in each group, we have been examined and screened at least three times, and I can also say with certainty that there is no such thing as the eighth patient in the Chu classmate, and the patients, inevitably, certainly, there are only seven in each group! ”

"No, the eighth patient does have zài!" As soon as Meng Weibing's voice fell, Chu Anruo immediately brought the microphone to his mouth and said sonorously and firmly, "I can guarantee with my life!" Somewhere in his body, there must be a tumor in it! ”

As soon as he heard Chu Anruo say that the eighth patient had a tumor in his body, Meng Weibing laughed, and they didn't find any tumor patients. Even if there is, it has been singled out a long time ago, and it will not be arranged in this link.

The people on the rostrum and the judges' podium also laughed. The members of the Western medical team also laughed. The auditorium is also full of laughter and negation.

"Let's talk nonsense, tumor, she thinks she's X-eye, you can see it at a glance!" There is humanity.

"Didn't Principal Meng say just now, I have been examined three times, and I also know this examination, it is really a tumor that needs to be checked from the hair to the soles of the feet, if it is really a tumor, it would have been detected a long time ago, and it can be left until now!"

"This seems to be a genius student of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, she wants to make a farce to become famous!"

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Several professors from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine also looked at each other, they trusted Chu Anruo's ability, and they knew her level. However, Dean Meng said that if the tumor was indeed found after three examinations, it should have been detected. Why?

"Classmate Chu, how did you determine that he had a tumor?" Zhu Zizheng didn't know where to get a microphone, looked at Chu Anruo and asked. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but there was no shadow of ridicule, but it gave people a sense of softness.

"Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, inquiring, and cutting, and I judge it through guò hope and cut!" Chu Anruo said very calmly.

"Some of the masters of Chinese medicine in our school are sitting over there, and there are the most powerful Chinese medicine professors in our school!" Zhu Zizheng spread his hand to the old man at the front of the audience, that is, Professor Nie Lao, the dean of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, "May I ask Professor Nie, can you determine whether a patient has a tumor by looking at and cutting?" ”

"Great, what a sharp question!" The host interjected in the middle, "Then we invite Professor Nie to the stage and show this friend if it is the same as what classmate Chu said, there is a tumor!" Good no good? ”

Almost all of them said yes.

If he comes to power and diagnoses a patient with a tumor, it's fine, but if not, the phrase "the patient has no tumor" comes out of his mouth, it's like a slap in the face of Chinese medicine! ”

"You don't need Professor Nie to prove anything, because facts are facts! Moreover, this is not really good to show that the instrument test of Western medicine may not be really powerful, and many times, some diseases are still undetectable by the instrument! I think that the inspection of the instrument, in the final analysis, still needs someone to determine what kind of inspection to do, and not many inspections will really be carried out one by one! Chu Anruo spoke before Professor Nie could speak.

"OK, this classmate, then you say, what kind of tests do you need to do?" TOMAS ASKED WITH INTEREST, HE REMEMBERED CHU ANRUO.

Chu Anruo thought about TOMAS, smiled slightly, and shook his head very naturally, "I am a traditional Chinese medicine, and there are not many Western medicines, so you have to ask me to do that examination as well, sorry Professor TOMAS, I don't know." If you want me to prescribe medicine, I know what kind of Chinese medicine I want to prescribe, and the effect will be good! ”

"Okay, then take the patient down first, and do all the tests that have not been done again, and be sure to determine whether there is a tumor or not, oh yes!" Meng Weibing looked at Chu Anruo, "Since you can feel that he has a tumor, can you be more exact, which part of him has a tumor?" Of course, if you can't, forget it! ”

"I'll try!" Chu Anruo said, walking to the nervous man, she smiled softly and asked the man to sit down, saying that she would give him another pulse.

"Little girl, I'm afraid you made a mistake this time, I really don't have any major problems, my body has always been good, it's not a problem to carry a few sacks of grain, and my appetite is good, how can there be a problem!" The man sat down according to Chu Anruo's words, but he also talked honestly about his situation. Yes, his body has always been good. He himself knew best.

"I know! You can rest assured! Chu Anruo only said these six words, and then stretched out his finger and put it on the vein of the man's wrist.

There are experts who know how to diagnose the pulse nodded, and saw that Chu Anruo's pulse cutting technique was very familiar, but he didn't know how accurate it was.

"Grandpa, can you tell if there is a tumor in the human body just by checking the pulse?" In one of the auditoriums, an old man and a young man were talking softly. Both of them were wearing thick sweaters with vertical collars, and the hats on their heads were not taken off, and their heads were pressed low, so if they didn't look closely, they couldn't see their faces. Roughly judging by their clothing, hair, and body shape, they were an old man and a woman.

This woman is Song Jiao, and her grandfather, apart from the famous miracle doctor Song Lao, who else can there be?! It is impossible for a person of Song Lao's status to come here specifically for such a competition of Chinese and Western medical skills. He was here for something else. The reason why he appeared in this game was because his granddaughter Song Jiao pulled him alive.

Regarding Song Jiao's question at the moment, Song Lao smiled and patiently replied, "Of course you can." The meridians and breath of the human body have a certain regularity, once the law changes, then the body must have abnormalities, and different phenomena indicate different problems in the body. But many times, the changes in the laws of the human body are not very obvious, which requires decades of experience for Chinese medicine. With enough experience and enough medical skills, you can judge the diseases and tumors in a person's body just by relying on the pulse, which is no problem! Just!" Song Lao looked at Chu Anruo on the stage, "Her age, I'm afraid her experience and medical skills are not enough!" ”

"Grandpa, she is the Chu Anruo I mentioned to you, and they all say that she is a disciple of the ghost doctor! I had to pull you here, I thought she was! Song Jiao pursed her lips.

"Oh, it's her! Still a disciple of that old madman! Song Laoshen glanced at Chu Anruo and smiled, "It's a bit of everyone's demeanor!" ”

"Grandpa thinks she's amazing?"

"In terms of medical skills, grandpa doesn't know if she is powerful or not, but that bearing, that kind of calmness, is very like a doctor. She doesn't look like a girl her age! ”

"That grandpa, that man, do you see if he's sick or not?" Song Jiao pursed her lips and asked a question instead.

"You are really a living immortal when you are a grandfather, so you can know at a glance whether he is sick or not, and I need to know after the pulse to be sure. Jiaojiao, you have to remember that even if you see something at a glance, you can't jump to conclusions immediately. Life is priceless, we are healers, and we have to trust every life that trusts us, understand? Old Song said to Song Jiao earnestly.

"Got it!" Song Jiao nodded.

"Let's go, the person you want grandpa to see has already seen it, and I have other things. You study hard, she, she will not be your opponent in the future! Old Song looked at his granddaughter lovingly and said. Although Song Lao is not often in the country, and he doesn't even stay in one place from time to time, he is somewhat concerned about Song Jiao's affairs.

So he knew that his granddaughter seemed to have a knot in his heart. At this moment, he probably guessed where his granddaughter's heart knot was. That Chu Anruo, Song Lao should actually know everything. The disciple of the old madman of the ghost doctor looks good, but his future achievements will definitely not be as good as his granddaughter Jiaojiao!

Song Jiao nodded, looked at Chu Anruo in the stands, and then followed her grandfather away, and some people paid attention to them, but it was only a superficial glance, and no one recognized their true identities. R1152