Qin Jingzhong is 89 years old today, and he is already in his twilight years.

He had a son at the age of forty and was in his seventies and had Xiaoyue, a granddaughter. He had always been so precious that he had been to Jiangzhou this time. So he came together with his granddaughter in college.

The old man moved on, and suddenly alarmed countless big shots. His only son was the mayor of Jiangzhou and a ministerial official. In addition, his own status, the standard for reception alone was not low.

After two days of social engagements in Jiangzhou, Qin Jingzhong finally got out and made a special trip to accompany his granddaughter to school today. On the one hand, it was out of spoiling his granddaughter, and on the other hand, it was really just to meet Wang Zhuo.

When he went out, Mayor Qin Xue specially sent his second secretary Xiao Wanjun to accompany him, and at the same time, he also gave private instructions to find a way to persuade the old man and let him agree to have a physical examination.

Xiao Wanjun was worried about this task because the old man was too stubborn. After so many years, unless he was sick and hospitalized, he would not even go in the hospital gate, let alone go for a check-up. It would be impossible for anyone to persuade him to do it. This task could not be completed at all.

I was really sleeping and I was touching the pillow. Xiao Wanjun was racking his brains to think of a solution when he heard Wang Zhuo say, "Old Master Qin, what does it seem like is wrong with your body?"

As soon as this said, he was shocked. Wang Taiping quickly winked at Wang Zhuo, thinking that this kid is really not good at speaking. He is a founding father and has full-time doctors around him. What kind of patients do they don’t know? Can such words be said randomly?

Qin Jingzhong was slightly surprised, "Oh? Do you see something wrong with me?"

"Can I ask a few questions first?" Wang Zhuo thought for a while and said, "Do you not eat greasy food, have abnormal bowel movements, and sometimes you feel nauseous?"

Before Qin Jingzhong could speak, Qin Siqing had already screamed: "Hey? How did you know? Grandpa has all these situations!"

"Isn't this a disease?" Qin Jingzhong laughed: "Isn't it the same when people get older? Am I almost ninety years old? Should I eat big fish and meat every day like you young people? The organs are aging, so it's normal for some problems."

"He kept saying that." Qin Siqing looked at his grandfather with some dissatisfaction and asked Wang Zhuo earnestly: "It's so amazing, how did you see it?"

I could see it with a perspective! Wang Zhuo thought so in his heart, but he didn't say that: "My ancestors had a royal doctor, and it was also considered a family of traditional Chinese medicine. I can still know a little about looking, listening, asking and touching."

I really don’t know if my ancestors have ever had an imperial doctor. The family tree has been lost long ago, and the traditional Chinese medicine family is pure nonsense. Wang Zhuo’s grandfather used to be a clerk in a Chinese medicine store, but later he opened a small pharmacy. At most, he could help people prescribe headaches and fever medicine. Wang Zhengdao was also imprisoned for illegal practice, so Wang Zhuo didn’t learn any skills.

But others don’t know, and everyone thought he was talking about the real thing, especially Qin Jingzhong and Qin Siqing. Qin Jingzhong had specially found someone to learn about Wang Zhuo’s family background and knew something about Wang Zhengdao. After hearing Wang Zhuo’s tricks, the grandfather and grandson immediately believed it!

"Look, hear, ask, and feel, how can you take your pulse?" The calm Secretary Xiao finally couldn't sit still. He had discovered the opportunity. The old man liked this Wang Zhuo whom he had never met. If this young man cooperated, maybe the leader's task could be really completed!

Wang Zhuo nodded shamelessly. When Qin Jingzhong saw it, he became interested and smiled and said, "Come on, come on, please help me to take the pulse and try it."

As he said that, he stretched out his right hand and handed it to Wang Zhuo. Wang Zhuo pretended to shake his head: "Men left and right."

"Oh!" The old man turned sideways and handed out his left hand.

Wang Zhuo really doesn't understand the requirement of taking a pulse, such as placing his arms flat and sitting straight. Most of the people in the room were studying medicine. As soon as he put his finger on Qin Jingzhong's wrist, these people could tell that it was a man who was fooling people!

After a few seconds, Wang Zhuo raised his head: "You have a bad liver, you have fallen sick when you were young."

Even Liu Yun couldn't stand such a low-key trick. Ma Dehai, Wang Taiping and others felt that the person sitting in front of them was no longer a college student who had just finished the second place, but a street fortune teller liar!

Take a pulse and you can tell that someone else had liver disease when he was young. Do you think you are a genius of medicine?!

Qin Jingzhong and Qin Siqing were a little stunned. After a few seconds of quiet in the room, Xiao Wanjun suddenly coughed lightly and said solemnly: "The old leader suffered several gunshot wounds during the War of Resistance, and one of them was indeed injured in the liver."

He was actually fooled?! Everyone from the Medical University immediately showed an incredible expression on his face. This, this matter is not in line with common sense, does not conform to science, and cannot explain it!

Qin Siqing came back to her senses and urged excitedly: "Tell me quickly, what else did you have?"

"Has the bullet been taken out?" Wang Zhuo asked knowingly.

"It's taken out, the operation is very successful. You see, I'm not doing well now?" Qin Jingzhong smiled calmly, but his expression was not very natural. Wang Zhuo's ability to take the pulse really scared him.

"Your skin is darker, and it is not easy for ordinary people to see. In fact, your face is a little yellow, which is a manifestation of liver disease." Wang Zhuo said seriously: "There are the questions I asked you just now, such as constipation, nausea, and oil disgust. These are all symptoms of liver disease. In addition, your pulse is judging from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, you must have suffered from liver disease. I suspect that you have relapsed from an old disease."

"The old illness recurs? Stop joking," Qin Jingzhong was amused and crying: "That shot I was shot more than 60 years ago. If the old illness recurs, how could it be delayed until now?"

After hearing Wang Zhuo's words, Ma Dehai and others finally put aside their contempt. Wang Zhuo's analysis was indeed reasonable, and the several questions he raised were also affirmed. Now, if they carefully observe Mr. Qin's face, they can really see some signs of yellowing!

"Will there be no recurrence in more than 60 years?" Wang Zhuo smiled faintly: "If the liver is damaged by a bullet, it is hard to guarantee that it will not hit the ribs, right? It is easy to remove the bullets. It is not that easy to pick out all the rib fragments. Maybe this is the cause of recurrence."

Qin Jingzhong thought about it and said with a lot of laughter and cry, "I really believe it after hearing what you said."

In fact, Wang Zhuo saw his surgical scars just now, and a damaged location was found in his liver. It had already hardened nearby, and there was a small piece of rib fragment in the middle, which had grown with the surrounding tissue. Wang Zhuo could not tell how long the hardened part had been produced and whether it would expand, but this situation would definitely affect the body's function and require treatment.

Coincidentally, Wang Zhuo's grandmother had hepatitis, so he had a certain understanding of the symptoms of liver disease. As expected, he asked, and it happened to be the same as Qin Jingzhong's situation. He immediately fooled all the young and old in the room, and could not even say anything about doubt.

"So traditional Chinese medicine is so magical..." Qin Siqing was obviously misled: "Brother Wang Zhuo, then you prescribe the side medicine for my grandfather?"

Xiao Wanjun was about to stop him, but Wang Zhuo was already waving his hand in a hurry, "I can't prescribe medicine. In this case, your grandfather's case, it's better to go to a large hospital for a good examination. You can only take a video to see the pathology clearly, and it's better to prescribe the right medicine."

"Oh! I forgot, your father practiced medicine illegally—" As soon as he said that, Qin Siqing regretted it and stuck out her tongue in panic and closed her mouth.

Illegal practice of medicine? Ma Dehai and Wang Taiping looked at each other, thinking that this was what Mayor Qin's daughter said. It should not be aimless, right? But students with this item in the file cannot be admitted. What is the situation?

How could they know that Wang Zhuo’s archives had been modified by Deng Haixia long ago, and they performed better than the Sanhao students. They had never written Wang Zhengdao into the archives, so there was no need to change them at all!

It is normal for Qin Siqing to know that Wang Zhengdao’s affairs are also normal. Wang Zhuo is very calm about this. As for the vice principal and department head sitting next to him, Wang Zhuo probably will never pursue this matter...

"I really need to go to the hospital for a check-up?" Qin Jingzhong was obviously a little shaken after hearing Wang Zhuo's advice.

Wang Zhuo spread his hands and smiled: "What are you afraid of when you go there? Treat me if you are sick, and leave if you are not sick."

"Okay, then I'll go and have a look tomorrow!" Qin Jingzhong was also ready and made a decision immediately.

Seeing the old man nodding and agreeing, Xiao Wanjun was so happy. He now felt that Wang Zhuo was even more kinky than his own son!

"Xiaoyue, leave your mobile phone number for Wang Zhuo. Everyone will be friends in the future. We need to have more contact." The old man stood up with a smile, looking like he was about to leave.
Chapter completed!