Evan Lin stood on the outer edge of the crowd, watching Doctor Wu the Miracle Healer in the very center.
He glanced at Sheng Haiyang, who was lying on the bed, then turned to the dean beside him and said, "I've already figured out the illness. Just follow my prescription and use these few herbs."
The dean was slightly taken aback: "You found the cause just by taking his pulse?"
Just now, the dean had only seen Doctor Wu take Sheng Haiyang's pulse, then stand there with his eyes closed, resting for over forty minutes before finally asking the dean to open the door and let everyone in.
And now, the cause of the illness was already found?
Isn't that a bit much?
The hospital had been busy for so long, using every kind of equipment, and still hadn't found the problem.
"Of course. I, Warren Wu, can diagnose an illness just by taking the pulse."
"This patient is clear-minded but unable to speak, his body unable to move. It's simply the result of blocked meridians. Just prescribe herbs to relax the muscles and activate the meridians, and he'll recover. Though, I fear it may take quite some time."
Warren Wu lifted his chin slightly, speaking with drooping eyelids. Although he addressed the dean, there was no respect in his tone—instead, he sounded rather arrogant.
"Meridians?" The female doctor standing next to the dean wore a white coat and had short hair, her looks above average. Hearing Doctor Wu's words, she frowned slightly. "I also took President Sheng's pulse, and from the pulse condition, his pulse is strong. It doesn't seem like something caused by blocked meridians."
"Besides, if the meridians were truly blocked, it would lead to poor blood circulation, causing the muscles to become stiff from lack of blood. But that's clearly not what's happening with President Sheng."
"And who are you? I've practiced medicine for decades—are you saying you have more experience than me?" Warren Wu glanced at the female doctor, full of disdain.
"This is Chief Physician Yvonne Yun from Brightsea City General Hospital. Her specialty is traditional Chinese medicine." The dean replied calmly, though he was already somewhat displeased inside.
The dean had heard of this so-called Miracle Healer Warren Wu, but this was the first time meeting him in person.
Although this miracle healer looked the part of an old-school TCM master on the surface, the dean still preferred to trust Yvonne Yun.
If Warren Wu hadn't been invited by Neil Ping, and if Neil weren't the deputy general manager of Wansheng Real Estate, the dean would probably have already kicked Warren Wu out.
"Oh? So you mean you don't believe me?" Warren Wu sneered, opening his eyes to look at the dean.
The dean was already over fifty, and in the hospital, no one usually spoke to him like this. Now, being questioned by Warren Wu, he was even more displeased.
"I just have to be responsible for my patient. We've heard of Doctor Wu's reputation, but never witnessed it. Randomly prescribing medicine to a patient is not proper." The dean shook his head slightly.
Neil Ping, standing to the side, was secretly annoyed. He hadn’t actually planned for Warren Wu to cure Sheng Haiyang at all.
The prescription Doctor Wu wrote—if Sheng Haiyang actually took it, not only would his condition fail to improve, it would likely get a bit worse.
Then, when Head Office sent down the appointment, Neil Ping could step up and take the general manager position in one move.
Seeing the dean object, Neil Ping stepped forward, nodded slightly to Doctor Wu, and said in a deep voice, "Doctor Wu, since the dean doubts your skill, why not show us a demonstration?"
Warren Wu glanced at Neil Ping and then sighed. "Fine, let me show you. My reputation as a miracle healer isn't for nothing."
"Let me show you my Zhongxuan Seven Fingers—how it opens the meridians, and proves my diagnosis."
With that, Doctor Wu walked to Sheng Haiyang's bedside, placed one hand on Sheng's wrist, bent his left leg slightly, and drew his right leg half a step back.
Doctor Wu's fingers quickly shifted, rhythmically tapping along Sheng Haiyang's right arm from bottom to top. The taps looked light, but each one rang out with a crisp, clear sound.
Warren Wu's face stayed calm throughout, and his finger movements weren't all that fast.
The dean, Yvonne Yun, and the others around all watched Doctor Wu with puzzled expressions, having no idea what he was doing.
"What is he even doing?" Lucy Lu, standing at the back of the crowd, stared blankly at Doctor Wu's actions.
Although she was a medical student and knew a little about TCM, she couldn't understand Doctor Wu's technique at all.
"He's using the strength of his finger joints to strike the acupuncture points, promoting blood flow and briefly stimulating the nerves and meridians," Evan Lin said softly as he watched Doctor Wu.
"Huh? Is that really part of TCM?" Lucy Lu looked at Evan Lin in surprise.
"Sort of. TCM isn't just about the four diagnostic methods and writing prescriptions. It also includes special auxiliary techniques, like acupuncture, or the kind of meridian-stimulating method he's using now." Evan Lin answered quietly.
On the Immortal Martial Continent, the Liuli Palace housed countless medical tomes. Any one of them could probably revolutionize the entire history of TCM on Earth.
Just one medical book Evan Lin had read, Crossing the Rail, recorded a unique qi-refining method that could turn qi into medicine, letting a cultivator use their own body's qi to heal others.
There were also ancient texts like Thirteen Needles of the Dao and Tracing the Origin, all giving systematic interpretations of TCM.
None of these exist on Earth. Compared to the Immortal Martial Continent, Earth's TCM history is far shorter. Maybe it's because, over there, medicine and alchemy are intertwined, and countless geniuses have constantly innovated, making TCM much more complete.
"You know so much. That's amazing." Lucy Lu looked at Evan Lin with newfound admiration.
"Tch, just a kid spouting nonsense."
"Doctor Wu is a famous TCM expert. His methods need no questioning. What you're saying is just crap."
Dr. Zhao looked at Evan Lin with utter disdain, then warned him: "Stop talking. If Doctor Wu hears your nonsense and gets upset, refuses to treat the patient, you'll be in deep trouble."
Evan Lin didn't respond to Dr. Zhao, just looked calmly at the hospital bed.
Doctor Wu had already finished tapping along Sheng Haiyang's right arm and slowly withdrew his hand.
Although Doctor Wu kept his face composed, Evan Lin still noticed the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Just raising qi and exerting a little force, and he's already this tired? His medical skill is pretty weak."
That was Evan Lin's thought, though he didn't say it aloud.
"Now, everyone please look. Just now, President Sheng couldn't move at all, right?"
"Now, let's have President Sheng try moving his right hand."
Doctor Wu looked around the room and spoke slowly.
The next moment, Sheng Haiyang's right hand, which had been motionless, trembled slightly, then lifted a little.
The movement was small and looked difficult.
But still, his arm moved.
At that moment, Evan Lin glanced at Sheng Haiyang's neck, then at his temples, and already had a rough idea in mind.