Campus Cthulhu

Chapter 168 [Silver Dragon Empowerment]

Chapter 168 [Silver Dragon Empowerment]

"Cough cough! I, Ye Jiangchuan, have little talent and little knowledge. I feel really guilty for not being able to help Mr. Murong. However, Ms. Murong, I don't know if you know Tang Chao. Here, this is him. He is well-known in our Fanhai City. A genius doctor, and now he is the vice-chairman of the Beijing Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine, if you don't mind, you can ask him to treat Mr. Murong again."

Ye Jiangchuan was ruthless enough to directly set the flames of war on Tang Chao.

He couldn't even see what disease Murong Yang just had, so he didn't believe that Tang Chao could do it.

As long as Tang Chao was the same as himself and couldn't see what disease Murong Yang had just suffered, it would be tantamount to making himself a desperate counterattack, bringing the dead back to life, and completely restoring his reputation.

His wishful thinking was very good, but Murong Zixuan turned her head to look at him, the anger in her eyes increased a lot, and her voice was so cold that it was chilling.

"Young Master Ye, it's best not to use those petty thoughts of yours on members of our Murong family, otherwise, don't blame me, Murong Zixuan, for turning my back on me!"

She took a deep breath, turned around without hesitation and pushed Murong Yang to go outside.

Ye Jiangchuan was stupid, stealing chickens would cost nothing, and using Murong Zixuan failed to achieve his goal, and even offended her completely.

At this moment, Zhang Zhibai, the president of the Beijing Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine, who had been frowning all the time, took a few steps forward quickly and said, "Please wait a moment, can I help your grandfather take a look?"

"En?" Murong Zixuan turned her head coldly.

"Zixuan, this is Zhang Zhibai, president of the Beijing Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the top old Chinese doctor in our country!"

Someone next to him hastily introduced it. Obviously, everyone wanted to see whether Zhang Zhibai, who is at the top level of Chinese medicine in the country, is really as amazing as in the legend.

"Oh? It turned out to be President Zhang. I had asked someone to look for you twice before, but I didn't see you. I didn't expect to meet you here. Zixuan is very grateful for your willingness to treat me."

The president of the Beijing Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine, this title is not something ordinary people can compare to. Murong Zixuan obviously knows this well, and hastily pushed Murong Yanggang back.

She had indeed found someone to contact Zhang Zhibai before, but it was a pity that she failed to do so, so of course she dare not neglect now.

"Chairman Zhang Zhibai represents the highest level of Chinese medicine in the country. If there is nothing he can do about it, there will be no one in the whole country who can treat Mr. Murong's illness. Don't worry, Zixuan, Mr. Zhang will definitely be able to cure Mr. Murong. of!"

Ye Huanhuan next to him looked a little guilty, and said softly.

Murong Zixuan glanced at her, the hatred in her eyes lessened a little, she nodded slightly and did not speak.

Zhang Zhibai's diagnosis of Murong Yanggang took longer than Ye Jiangchuan just now, and he also whispered with Murong Zixuan himself for a while, apparently asking about Murong Yanggang's specific symptoms.

"I don't know anyone anymore? Crying about migraines? There's even a sign of stroke and hemiplegia?"

Zhang Zhibai frowned, whispering softly, put his hands on Murong Yanggang's head and began to gently massage downwards, carefully moving downwards almost inch by inch, and finally stopped at Murong Yanggang The lower back!

"President Zhang, can you tell what disease my grandfather is suffering from?" Murong Zixuan clasped her hands together tightly, her expression complicated and eager, as if she was afraid of hearing another disappointing answer.

Zhang Zhibai glanced at her thoughtfully, and said, "One more question, if I'm right, your grandfather must have had a waist injury when he was young, right?"

"Ah?" Murong Zixuan hesitated, thought for a while, and then hurriedly said: "That's right! My grandfather told me that when he was young, there was an accident while flying a plane, and the parachute didn't open after he parachuted. Fortunately, it survived the fall in the woods, but the waist was pierced by branches, and it took five or six years to recover!"

"That's right!" After hearing her answer, Zhang Zhibai slapped his hands hard, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with it now. Your grandfather was injured because of his waist and the end of his spine. Lumbar disease relapses after getting older, causing damage to the spine and compressing the brain nerves, which can cause amnesia, migraine, and symptoms of stroke and hemiplegia! In Chinese medicine, this disease has a unified name, which is called trauma Sexual Brain Nerve Damage Syndrome!"

"Traumatic Brain Injury Syndrome?"

Almost everyone in the field heard the name of this profession for the first time, and they all looked at a loss, but they understood the general meaning. It was because the waist was damaged when they were young, the spine was injured, and the brain nerves were compressed.

"Let me just say, Chairman Zhang Zhibai is the top Chinese medicine doctor in our country, and he actually gave a diagnosis. Jiang is still old and hot, and the veteran is the best of both!"

"That's right, President Zhang really deserves his reputation. Zixuan, you can rest assured this time. Since President Zhang Zhibai can confirm the illness, he will definitely be able to heal Mr. Murong!"

The surrounding crowd began to take advantage of this incident to flatter Murong Zixuan again, it was all-pervasive, and they flattered everyone.

Murong Zixuan is not in the mood to talk to them now, a rare excited expression appeared on her usually indifferent face, "President Zhang, since you can confirm my grandfather's illness, there must be a way to treat him, right?"

"This..." Zhang Zhibai also showed some embarrassment on his face, but he quickly raised his head and said calmly: "Since this is already the case, then I will tell the truth without concealing the truth. I can confirm the illness, But there is no cure, and what should not be said, traumatic brain nerve damage syndrome has been a medical problem all over the world since ancient times. I am afraid that no one can completely cure this complicated disease. disease!"

A few simple words are almost equivalent to a death sentence for Murong Yanggang.

There was a sudden sigh from around, medical problems around the world, isn't that the same as cancer and AIDS?

"How could this be? How could this be?"

Murong Zixuan's face was pale, and she swayed a few times. Fortunately, Ye Huanhuan, who was next to her, quickly helped her up, and persuaded her with a wry smile:

"Zixuan, let's be sad and obedient. Since things are already like this, in the next few days, trying to make Mr. Murong live more comfortably is the last bit of filial piety we have as juniors."

Murong Zixuan forced a stiff smile on her face, and said bitterly: "Yes, what else can I do?"

She was already on the verge of collapse. Grandpa had been her spiritual pillar since she was a child, and even the pillar of the entire Murong family. Now that things have come to this point, she simply cannot accept it.

Raising her head, her eyes drifted blankly over the people around her without focus, she just watched instinctively, but when her eyes fell on Tang Chao in the crowd, the fury she had deliberately suppressed finally burst out in an instant.

The reason is very simple, when everyone around is trying to look sad, this Tang Chao, with a smile on his face, is leisurely tasting the red wine in his hand!

"Tang Chao, you'd better give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise, on the honor of the Murong family, I swear that I will make you pay the price you deserve!"

Murong Zixuan gritted her teeth and said these words almost word for word.

The eyes of the people around naturally shifted to Tang Chao, and they all expressed their grief.

"Yeah, this Tang Chao is a bit too much, how can he still laugh now!"

"That's right, Mr. Murong's illness has not been cured, so he's still in the mood to drink!"

Even Zhang Zhibai shook his head lightly, obviously a little disappointed with Tang Chao. Doctors are benevolent, which is the simplest morality for a doctor.

Tang Chao ignored the condemnation from the audience, still gently shaking the red wine in his hand, but did not answer Murong Zixuan's question, but looked at Zhang Zhibai, and said indifferently: "Mr. Zhang, there is something wrong with what you just said, no Know if I can fix it!"

"What you just said is correct. Traumatic Brain Damage Syndrome is indeed a worldwide problem, but it doesn't mean that no one can treat it."

"During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao, a famous hero, once fell off his horse in a battle. This guy was unlucky. He just fell on a sharp stone protruding like a knife, and the knife-like stone pierced directly from his back. , injured the spine and nerves!"

"After treatment, Cao Cao seemed to have recovered, but in the later period, he suffered from severe memory loss and frequent migraines, but he could not find the cause. For this reason, he once beheaded dozens of doctors who treated him, and his blood was stained red. His tent!"

"Until later, Cao Cao brought Hua Tuo to his side. After Hua Tuo's careful diagnosis, it was finally confirmed that his illness was completely caused by the original injury, and the traumatic brain nerve damage syndrome was also carried out by Hua Tuo. naming!"

"In order to treat Cao Cao's disease, Hua Tuo worked hard for several months, and finally developed an acupuncture technique that can treat this traumatic brain nerve damage syndrome, but because the time is too short, the acupuncture technique is not perfect, and Cao Cao has Asking for quick treatment, Hua Tuo had no choice but to propose a craniotomy to help Cao Cao repair the injured nerves in the brain, so as to temporarily relieve the symptoms, so as to delay the time and perfect the acupuncture technique he created as soon as possible."

"As a result, Cao Cao became suspicious, thinking that Hua Tuo was bought by someone, and his craniotomy was done to kill him, so he killed Hua Tuo himself later! But just before Hua Tuo was killed, he had successfully perfected the acupuncture technique he created. And also gave it a name, called: Silver Dragon Empowerment Technique!"

The whole audience was in an uproar. Even if they had seen the Three Kingdoms, they had only watched the ambiguous and violent scenes in it. They obviously didn't know that there was such a thrilling story in it.

Zhang Zhibai hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded and said: "Yes, I remembered, I checked many allusions at the time, and the genius doctor Hua Tuo did create a kind of acupuncture and moxibustion, and it was called the Yinlong Empowerment Technique! But, but According to historical records, the silver dragon empowerment technique has been lost forever with Hua Tuo's death. Although there are rumors that Hua Tuo has recorded this acupuncture technique and passed it on, it has been lost for thousands of years, and no one knows about it... ..."

"Lost for a thousand years?" There was another uproar, and Murong Zixuan's pretty face was flushed, obviously furious.

Hearing Tang Chao tell an allusion, I thought there would be a miracle, but I didn't expect that in the end, the only hope was lost for a thousand years!

I-fuck, this bastard is showing off his knowledge and telling my mother a story!

For the first time, Murong Zixuan had the urge to swear.

Tang Chao turned a blind eye to her anger. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, revealing an unusually evil smile. Under the contemptuous eyes of the audience, he wrote lightly: "I'm really sorry, I'm not talented, and I'm lucky to have learned this legend that has been lost. Thousands of years of silver dragon empowerment."