So a medical skill competition unfolded in this way.

Everyone loves free things, and treatment is no exception, and many patients in Jiangcheng have been attracted to come, some have come to join in the fun, and some have sincerely asked for healing.

In this medical skill competition, Ning Xuan fell into a disadvantage at the beginning, because he was too young, and the signboard he played was Chinese medicine, basically no one believed how great his medical skills were, so there were very few patients who went to his side, almost few.

But Zhang Xinde is different, and the signboard is the first doctor of Chengjiu Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, and his appearance and image are very sufficient, so there are several times more people who go to him to see a doctor.

This made Zhang Xinde very proud, and felt that he was sure to win, and when he looked at Ning Xuan, his nostrils were almost facing the sky.

Ning Xuan was not in a hurry, he came step by step, his treatment techniques were very stable, as long as the patients who came to his side for treatment, they could basically get satisfactory results, his reputation spread, and the number of people looking for him for treatment gradually increased.

Zhang Xinde saw that Ning Xuan was catching up, and he also became anxious, and hurried to treat the patient in his hand, but in this way, he was in chaos, and the gap between the two was getting smaller and smaller.

When the old man in Tang costume saw this situation, he also began to sit still, glanced at Ning Xuan coldly, and directly let people spread rumors that were unfavorable to Ning Xuan, and began to do tricks, and even did not allow the patient to go to Ning Xuan's side, which caused the gap between the two to widen again.

Ning Xuan didn't pay attention to the outside world and concentrated on curing his illness.

For him, this is not only a competition, but also an opportunity to promote traditional Chinese medicine.

At this moment, a fierce quarrel suddenly broke out on Zhang Xinde's side.

"I said, what's the matter with you? What kind of mess, can muscle atrophy be cured by Chinese medicine? Get me out! ”

"Dr. Zhang, what is your attitude? If you can't cure it, why are you pushing my father to do it! ”

"What's my attitude? I also ask you what your attitude is! I'm so busy here, you're making trouble......"

Ning Xuan's eyes were attracted, and he saw a young man pushing a wheelchair arguing with Zhang Xinde, and a middle-aged man with a depressed face was sitting in the wheelchair.

"What's going on?" Ning Xuan frowned and walked over.

"It's nothing to do with you!" Zhang Xinde waved his hand impatiently, and then sneered at him with a sneer, "Boy, it's already more than four o'clock now, and there is only a little more than an hour before the end of the competition, you are so inferior to me that you can't catch up at all, I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat, so as not to waste everyone's time!" ”

Ning Xuan ignored his clamor and asked the young man with a smile on his face, "This gentleman, what happened?" ”

"He is really not worthy of being a doctor, he has no medical ethics at all!" The young man complained indignantly and complained to Ning Xuan, "I just wanted him to help take a look at my father's illness, but he insisted that we would make trouble, you said that I would not be angry!" ”

Ning Xuan nodded in understanding, and then asked the middle-aged man in a wheelchair, "This gentleman, may I ask what disease you are suffering from?" ”

"Muscle atrophy!" Zhang Xinde spoke first, and said to Ning Xuan with a mocking expression, "What? Do you think you can cure this disease? Don't be funny! Not to mention Chinese medicine, even more advanced Western medicine can't cure him at all! ”

"What do you mean?" Ning Xuan frowned, "Who told you that Western medicine is more advanced than Chinese medicine?" If Western medicine can't cure a disease, Chinese medicine can't cure it? You are a Chinese medicine practitioner yourself, why do you say such things instead? ”

"Don't talk to me about this!" Zhang Xinde sneered with a sneer, "Traditional Chinese medicine is not as good as Western medicine, otherwise the world would not be full of Western medicine now, Chinese medicine can only treat some minor diseases, and muscle atrophy is a disease that cannot be done at all, at least I have never heard of it!" ”

"Let's go, kid!" The middle-aged man in the wheelchair sighed deeply, his face was ashen, he was just sick and rushed to the doctor, came here to try his luck, he didn't expect to be cured at all, and now this result was not what he expected.

The young man nodded helplessly, pushing the wheelchair and about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Ning Xuan opened his mouth and shouted to them, and said to Xiao Ming, who looked at him with a puzzled face, "I can cure your father's illness." ”

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Zhang Xinde immediately jumped up, laughed, and sneered with disdain: "Hahaha! Boy, what are you kidding? Do you know what you're talking about? Can you cure it? What do you do? You don't really think that Chinese medicine has such a god and can cure any disease! ”

The old man in Tang costume also sneered at this time: "Young man, you have to be responsible for what you say, don't talk about it here, muscle atrophy is not a disease you can treat." ”

Ning Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to them, and asked the father and son with a smile, "I don't know if you want me to give it a try, I can treat it now." ”

"This ......" the young man hesitated for a moment, not believing it at all.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, but he also didn't believe it, shook his head and said, "Forget it, since that doctor said so, Chinese medicine will definitely not be able to cure me, so don't waste time." ”

"Wait a minute."

Ning Xuan stopped them again.

He took a deep breath, and in the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, his fingers rested on the pulse of the middle-aged man, ran the Tai Chi Medicine Sutra, and probed.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man's face was full of puzzlement.

Ning Xuan smiled slightly, withdrew his hand, and knew it in his heart.

"Sir, let me ask you a few questions, did you suddenly get this disease three years ago?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and said in surprise: "How do you know?" ”

"My dad did suffer from muscle wasting three years ago." The young man's face was also full of surprise.

Ning Xuan nodded, and then said, "Before you suffer from this disease, you should have other diseases on your body, right?" For example, lumbar disc herniation. ”

"This ......" The middle-aged man became more and more shocked.

How did he know?

The eyes of the father and son looking at Ning Xuan changed.

After all, everyone had only met for the first time, and they didn't know each other, how could this young man know so clearly? Is it just by virtue of the short period of time just now?

It's amazing, too!

"I have one last question, do you often feel tingling in the thumb of your left foot, except for this place, you don't feel anything in other parts of your lower limbs, and you can't find anything wrong when you go to the hospital."

"That's right!"

The middle-aged man's face turned completely excited.

Miracle Doctor!

This is a miracle doctor!

Just took the pulse, and even in just a few seconds, this young man completely said his condition, this is the first time he has seen this kind of ability!

The young man was also shocked, his body trembled with excitement, and he knelt in front of Ning Xuan with a plop, and pleaded: "Divine doctor, please help my father, I am willing to pay no matter what the price!" ”