"This suggestion is very good, I agree completely!" Zhuang Yongquan nodded first to agree, and the others had no objection.

Charlie Long sat down with golden-rimmed glasses and glanced at the old Chinese doctors with disdain on his face: "I speak very directly, but in fact I don't agree with Chinese doctors. I think the little bit of rags from your ancestors can be thrown away."

Upon hearing this, Dean Zhong and several old Chinese doctors changed their faces.

Charlie Long looked completely indifferent, shrugged, and then said with a big thorn: "Is your Chinese medicine considered scientific? Who can prove that traditional Chinese medicine has a clear effect? ​​I heard that you Chinese medicine think that people have meridians, who can find me anatomically? You can find some messy weeds to cure diseases. What scientific basis does it have? You use the so-called silver needles that have no medicine at all and tell the patient that they can cure diseases. This is completely irresponsible nonsense...!"

"You can't say that." Lu Zhicheng looked at Charlie Long. Although Charlie Long was their vice president, he would not give in to academic debates: "Chinese traditional Chinese medicine has existed for thousands of years. People in all dynasties have relied on this kind of medical technique to overcome the disease. Can you explain that it has no effect? ​​The Black Death in the Middle Ages in Europe killed one-third of the population, and China has also had more than once the Black Death, that is, the plague, but it has never caused such a large death. Isn't this the role of traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Okay, I won't argue with you. Since your Chinese medicine doctor says it's useful, then OK, now prove it to me and find out the two diseases in my body. I believe that your Chinese medicine is effective. I am a fair person in my work. I will write down my two diseases in advance, and these two diseases can be found in my medical files in the United States. If you don't believe it, you can prove it by calling."

After saying that, Charlie Long sat down, turned his back to them, and wrote down his two diseases on a piece of paper. After folding it, he turned around and placed it on the table. He said to Gu Jianqiu and Zhuang Zixuan: "Okay, two magical Chinese medicine classmates, now use your magical three fingers to tell me what are the two diseases written on this piece of paper? - It's time to start! Everyone goes outside. You two come in one by one to check, write down the answer, and then judge, who will come first?"

"Wait!" Gu Jianqiu said, "Since it's an exam, someone must be invigilating the exam."

"Well, that's right," Charlie Long's face looked a little ugly, "Then ask Professor Tang to invigilate the exam."

"Of course, the recruitment examination of Kantman Hospital should be supervised by the old Chinese medicine doctors at Kantman Hospital."

"Aren't I from Gantman Hospital? I'm the vice president!" Long Charlie glared.

"You are a patient now." Gu Jianqiu refused to give in. "There is no reason for a patient to be a referee, not to mention that the three invigilators sent by your Jiantman Hospital this time are the three of them, and you are just the team leader. How can the invigilant avoid them? Moreover, they can ensure that the symptoms you described twice are basically the same, so as not to be unfair."

Long Charlie was speechless. He originally wanted to secretly reveal his illness to Zhuang Zixuan, but he didn't expect that Gu Jianqiu was so alert that he blocked his way of cheating. And he had no choice but to refuse. He looked at Professor Tang, and Professor Tang looked at Zhuang Yongquan again.

Zhuang Yongquan was a little angry at this. Isn’t this clear that the three of us colluded? He snorted heavily and said, “Let’s do it.” After that, he whipped his sleeves and turned around and went out first.

He believed that even with his real skills, he could win this country bun.

So, Charlie Long and the three old Chinese doctors from Kantman Hospital stayed, and Gu Jianqiu and others left to wait in the lounge. Xia Xueting was very anxious, but now she could no longer give him some advice. Everything could only be determined by his own performance.

Zhuang Zixuan was the first to go in for a check-up, and it took a long time to come out.

Then, Gu Jianqiu stepped into the small classroom and sat down in front of Long Charlie with an expressionless face.

After a check-up, Gu Jianqiu said to Charlie Long: "According to your own symptoms, chest pain is thawed, chest tightness, palpitations, high blood pressure, poor sleep, and do not spit normally. Your face looks dark, and your pulse looks dark and moist on the right, deep and stringy on the left, and thin on the left, and the tongue is straight and has no coating. It is insufficient heart qi and irregular in the energy. Traditional Chinese medicine calls chest pain, which is what you call coronary atherosclerotic heart disease."

Charlie Long looked surprised and looked at Gu Jianqiu. He could not have imagined that Gu Jianqiu could only know what kind of disease he was with such a simple question and looking at his face and touching his pulse. And he spent a lot of money to confirm this disease in the United States and used a lot of testing methods. This was simply incredible!

Gu Jianqiu knew from the expression on his face that his first disease was correct, so he continued: "Your second disease, you said that your stomach is often painful, and it is even worse after eating, and your appetite decreases. Sometimes you feel hungry, but you just don't want to eat. Judging from your complexion, your complexion is cystlike and tired. You said that your stool is a bit sticky and thin. Look at your tongue coating, your tongue coating is pale and fat, your tongue coating is white and greasy and moist, and your pulse is slow and not strong. Traditional Chinese medicine is called stomach pain. This is what you Western medicine calls chronic latent gastritis. My answer is over."

The three old Chinese doctors sitting behind showed joyful smiles on their faces. They obviously prefer the simple Gu Jianqiu, rather than Zhuang Zixuan, who has too ostentatious personality. From the reactions of the three of them, Gu Jianqiu knew that he should surpass Zhuang Zixuan.

Sure enough, after everyone came in, the three of them announced that Gu Jianqiu had won because Zhuang Zixuan had a wrong judgment on his disease.

Zhuang Yongquan pulled his grandson Zhuang Zixuan with a gloomy face and turned around and walked out of the classroom. When he reached the door, Zhuang Zixuan turned around and glared at Gu Jianqiu fiercely.

Charlie Long was still surprised by the result. He still couldn't believe the disease that took several months to be diagnosed. Why did it take only a few minutes to be confirmed under the young student of the Chinese Medicine College? He turned to look at the three old Chinese doctors in their hospital behind him and asked in surprise: "Why can the disease be confirmed by fingers?"

The old Chinese doctor Lu Zhicheng said: "According to our traditional Chinese medicine theory, the pulse at the wrist is divided into three parts, called Cun, Guan, and Chi. Each part corresponds to the corresponding internal organs. When your corresponding internal organs have lesions, changes will occur in the pulse pattern of your Cun Guan and Chi. To accurately discover the lesions of the corresponding internal organs from the pulse pattern, you need very keen perception and rich professional knowledge under your fingers. Previously, the ancient classmate discovered that the Cun Pulse on the left side of the patient was significantly weakened, thus predicting that the left brain has invisible lesions. But to be honest, we don't understand this method very well."

Charlie Long happily patted Gu Jianqiu's thin shoulders: "It's very good. You made me begin to believe that traditional Chinese medicine has some effect. Okay, Gu Jianqiu, I congratulate you! Welcome to join our Kantman Hospital! But you are so young, even better than the three old Chinese doctors, I don't believe it. Have you learned traditional Chinese medicine from the womb? Haha"

Charlie Long felt that he said a very humorous joke and laughed happily.

Gu Jianqiu didn't laugh, looked at her and didn't say anything, but there was obviously something to say in her expression, but she was just hesitating whether to speak.

Xia Xueting, who had been looking at him happily, noticed his expression abnormality, and whispered: "What's wrong? Is there anything to say? Just say it if you have something to do."

Gu Jianqiu hesitated for a moment and said to Charlie Long: "Director Long, when I was taking your pulse just now, I felt that your pulse was a little strange. There may be some bad potential diseases that you didn't notice."

Charlie Long smiled as if nothing had happened: "Is that so? Then tell me what else do I have?" He shrugged easily and emphasized: "I had a full physical examination when I left the United States, and no other diseases were found except these two diseases."

"Okay, then just pretend I didn't say it." Gu Jianqiu never forced himself to do anything, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

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