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Chapter 150 The Association of Chinese Medicine Shows Its Powers (Please recommend, ask for monthly tickets)

Sitting in the conference room of the Chinese Medicine Association, Lin Mu felt like a giant panda surrounded by people at the zoo.

A group of gray-haired old men all looked at themselves with strange eyes, as if they wanted to see through themselves!
Lin Mu coughed lightly, and said with a smile, "President Xu, did you invite me here today just to let these seniors visit me?"

Xu Yang smiled dumbly, and said, "Haha, Xiaoyou Lin is young and promising. He showed his skills in that video and promoted my prestige of Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis. We old guys are really curious. I don't know which expert taught it. Come out, you young handsome talent?"

Lin Mu said calmly, "Young talents don't dare to be handsome. My Chinese medicine is self-taught, no one taught me!"

As soon as these words came out, Huang Hai, who was short-tempered, couldn't help it. He frowned and said, "Nonsense, traditional Chinese medicine is all about inheritance, and you can learn Chinese medicine by yourself, and you can diagnose pulse. I can't even understand it!"

Lin Mu glanced at Huang Hai, and said with a smile, "I don't know how much this senior knows about the "Main Classic"?"

Huang Hai said with a look of disdain, "Boy, you have already asked the right master. This old man has studied the "Meridian" for more than [-] years. It can't be said that he has memorized it fluently, but he is already familiar with it!"

The other old men also nodded silently. This kid probably has some understanding of the "Mai Jing", so he wants to make a fuss. Definitely expert!
Lin Mu said calmly, "In this case, let's take the 1949 edition of "Mai Jing" as an example. What is the tenth character on the third line on page No.13?"

As soon as Lin Mu said this, the entire conference room fell silent instantly.

What the hell is wrong with this?
Huang Hai originally thought that Lin Mu was going to ask him some questions about the "Main Classic", but he didn't expect the other party to ask such a weird question!

"What do you mean?" Huang Hai asked a little angrily.

Lin Mu smiled slightly and said, "Just now I heard from you that you already know the "Multiple Pulse" well, so I just asked it casually. It seems that what you said is a bit exaggerated!"

Looking at Lin Mu's expression of "you're bragging", Huang Hai was so angry that his seven orifices were full of smoke, panting heavily, and said angrily, "This is a shit question, don't you know that?"

Lin Mu narrowed his eyes, smiled like a little fox, and said, "Of course I know, page No. 13, the third line, the tenth character is the word 'pulse'!"

Huang Hai froze and looked around. However, this is a conference room, so how could there be "Main Classic".

Xu Yang looked at Lin Mu playfully, beckoned his secretary over, and said, "Go to my office, the second row above the bookcase, No. 17, is the 1949 edition of "Main Classic", you go bring here!"

The secretary went away at the sound, and after a while, brought the "Mai Jing" over.

Huang Hai snatched it straight away, turned to page No. 13, and counted down with his fingers.

Several old men around also walked over curiously, stretching their necks to watch.

"The third row……"

"The tenth word..."

"Hey, it really is the word 'pulse'!"

Huang Hai looked at Lin Mu in disbelief, this kid, don't tell me?

Huang Hai suddenly closed the "Main Classic", and said casually, "No. 20, page 13, line [-], No. [-] characters, what is it?"

In Lin Mu's mind, there is a book of "Main Classic", and there is an image on page 20 of No. 13, the sixth line, No. [-] words.

"fire!"

Huang Hai hurriedly opened the "Meridian", and saw that it was indeed "fire"!
All the old men around gasped. Is this a monster?

Another old man said casually, "Chapter 43, No.15 lines, No.17 characters."

"just!"

"Chapter 110, line nine, word five."

"Needle!"

"Chapter 76, line eight, five characters No.20."

"Sorry, there are only 24 characters in each line, but the ninth line, the first word, is 'none'!"

Several old men in succession randomly asked a question, Lin Mu just pondered for a moment, then blurted out, and all of them were correct!

Xu Yang was on the side, his eyes were bright. He already believed that Lin Mu was a genius with a photographic memory!
This kind of person has been heard in records since ancient times, but ordinary people cannot understand this ability.

Those of them who are in their seventies and eighties, but who still remember the passages in many medical classics, know that they are not super-memory, but just acquired hard work. They forcibly write down these things, and then slowly engrave them on In the brain, it is not because of how high the memory talent is!
However, the young man in front of him seemed to have the genius ability recorded in the records.

Huang Hai didn't believe it. He saw a pile of meeting manuscripts left over from the previous meeting on the table, so he put this manuscript paper in front of Lin Mu, and said, "One minute, can you read it?"

Lin Mu picked it up, glanced up and down casually, before Huang Hai counted, he threw the manuscript back, and said with a smile, "It's time to start!"

All the people present looked at this "arrogant" young man with shocked eyes.

Lin Mu sneered in his heart, since you are going to test me, then I will let you know how good I am.

The ability of photographic memory is really like human flesh or machine, as long as you have seen something, an identical "photo" will appear in your brain, and it will be preserved forever!
Huang Hai dubiously picked up the manuscript paper, and asked, "The seventh line, what is the fifth word?"

"Symptoms of illness!"

"No. 13 lines, No. 13 characters?"

"It's still a symptom of a disease!"

"Line No.20, the fifth character?"

Lin Mu smiled slightly, and said, "It's still a disease word!"

Everyone probed to see, and sure enough, these three words were all "diseases"!

At this moment, everyone looked at Lin Mu in astonishment. ,

Even Huang Hai felt that he had encountered such a strange thing for the first time in his life, and his eyes were a little dazed.

"Do you want to continue?"

Lin Mu stood up, supported the table with both hands, and looked around. An invisible arrogance made these old men who were used to life and death feel an inexplicable pressure!

Xu Yang, who was sitting directly opposite, laughed, stood up, and said, "Haha, I just said, Xiaoyou Lin is very talented, and he is an improbable talent in Chinese medicine. You old guys just don't believe it, so you have to give it a try. Now you know how powerful it is!"

Xu Yang's words made Lin Mu's aura slowly withdraw, he smiled lightly, and said, "President Xu is really flattering me, I'm just a hobby of Chinese medicine, I just read a few books on medicine, it's very superficial! "

Being captured by Lin Mu's aura just now, Huang Hai felt a mountain of pressure, and now when Lin Mu spoke, the pressure disappeared!

Huang Hai took a deep breath, with a bit of surprise on his face, but after hearing Lin Mu's words, he still couldn't help but said, "Know how to memorize a few medical books, so what if you have a photographic memory, what can you do without diagnosis and treatment?" The experience is nothing more than talking on paper!"

Regarding this stubborn old man, Lin Mu couldn't help but sneered, and said, "Then what advice does this old man have for you?"

The corner of Huang Hai's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the group of old fellows around who were silent and looking at him with provocative eyes, he couldn't help cursing inwardly, a group of veterans who watch the excitement and are not afraid of getting into trouble.

Huang Hai glanced around and fixed his eyes on Xu Yang's secretary.

The secretary was a man, about 40 years old, in good condition, with a calm face, sitting behind Xu Yang.

"Xiao Guo, come here!"

Guo Tailai was a little puzzled, but after glancing at Xu Yang, he walked over obediently.

"Old Huang, what's the matter?"

Huang Hai pulled Guo Tailai past him, pulled him to Lin Mu's side, and said, "Check his pulse and see if there's anything wrong with him!"

Only then did Guo Tailai realize that Huang Hai wanted to use him as a guinea pig, but instead of resisting, he sat down and said with a smile, "Then please ask Mr. Lin for help!"

Lin Mu showed a playful smile, reached into his pocket, took out the Moyu pulse pillow he had hidden in the system space, and put it on the table.

When they saw this ink jade pulse pillow, everyone's breathing became short of breath, even Xu Yang, who had been calm on the opposite side, couldn't help but leaned forward.

Guo Tailai's eyes froze, and he took a serious look at this pulse diagnosis. It was this thing yesterday, which made all the seniors of the Chinese Medicine Association unable to sleep well all night.

Huang Hai had already moved over and looked at the Fangmai pillow with "greedy" eyes. If he didn't have strong concentration, he probably would have reached out to pick it up to have a look!
Lin Mu naturally saw their expressions, stretched out his hand and said calmly, "Please!"

Guo Tailai put his wrist on Moyu's pulse diagnosis, and suddenly, a warm and cool breath that surprised him spread from his wrist to his whole body, calming his slightly restless mood!

Guo Tailai was amazed at this Moyu pulse diagnosis immediately.

You must know that when Chinese medicine is diagnosing the pulse, the most taboo is the change of the patient's mood, which will have a certain impact on his pulse diagnosis.

With such a treasure, it is no less than an artifact for Chinese medicine diagnosis of pulse.

No wonder the president and the others were so shocked when they saw this thing.

Lin Mu pressed his fingers on Guo Tailai's wrist, squinted his eyes slightly, and felt the changes of his pulse with his heart.

"What's the name of this senior?"

"My name is Guo Tailai, I'm not a senior, just the president's secretary!"

"Oh, hello Secretary Guo, may I ask if Secretary Guo has recently felt some tingling pain in the three inches below the left rib?"

Guo Tailai's smiling face froze immediately, and he said in surprise, "Mr. Lin is very clever. I just had this feeling the day before yesterday, but Mr. noticed it. What's the problem?"

Huang Hai on the side was stunned. If Guo Tailai hadn't been chosen by him, he would have thought it was a babysitter!

Lin Mu shook his head slightly, and said, "It's not a big problem. I believe that in our Chinese Medicine Association, I don't need to come to the class to fix such a small problem!"

Seeing this, Huang Hai hurriedly said, "Come on, Xiao Guo, let me check your pulse and see what's wrong?"

After speaking, Huang Hai pressed directly on Guo Tailai's wrist, twisting his beard with one hand, with an inscrutable look.

After a long time, Huang Hai's face darkened, and Guo Tailai was so frightened that he was in a panic, "Damn it, is he suffering from some incurable disease?"

Huang Hai withdrew his fingers, sighed, arched his hands at Lin Mu, and said, "It's Lao Huang, I don't know Mount Tai. Mr. Lin is really unpredictable. If Mr. Lin hadn't told me in advance, I might not be able to see it." It's Xiao Guo's problem."

Guo Tailai felt as if he had been sentenced to death, he stammered and asked, "Old Huang, what's wrong with me?"

The corner of Huang Hai's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Are you secretly drinking again?"

(End of this chapter)