All-true medical immortal in city

"Baga! Don Smith, I don't think you want to live! How dare you humiliate our Japanese doctors so blatantly? Hum, if it wasn't for the sake of your medical skills, do you think you could still live to this day? "

"Today, I'll put my words here. If you bet, you have to bet. If you don't bet, you have to bet for me!"

Fukuda Saburo said with a fierce face, but Shi Yifan didn't pay any attention to him, and he didn't want to be angry with him any more. He sat down and began to take out a medical book to read.

Seeing this, Fukuda suddenly had a feeling of being ignored. He immediately became angry, and strode forward to Shi Yifan. He didn't know what to do. On one side, Jiang Shu slipped and grabbed him by the shoulder. He stopped him: "don't be impulsive, be impulsive. What the old man said before is really wrong. How can you say that it's the mother of Japanese medicine?"

"Well?"

Fukuda turned his head to look at Jiang Shu and asked suspiciously, "are you Chinese, too?"

Jiang Shu nodded with a smile: "yes, I'm a Chinese, and I'm a doctor. I'm going to Japan to get a job with my skills. Hehe, no matter whether it's Japanese or Chinese, it's always about harmony? Why do you have to be impulsive for this old gentleman's wrong remark? "

Shi Yifan took a look at Jiang Shu for a moment, sighed and shook his head, but he didn't pay attention to it and looked down at the book.

Nowadays, young people in China are very angry. He has seen many young Chinese people who think that Japan is better than China everywhere and only know how to flatter the Japanese people. Although he felt very angry at first, now he is not surprised.

"Ouch! You know better, young man. It seems that you still have a bright future! Well, in that case, in front of the old man, what is Chinese medicine? Between the two, who is more powerful? "

Fukuda asked with a confident smile, as if he had thought of Jiang Shu's answer. But what Jiang Shu said next made his pig face even darker.

"Traditional Chinese medicine has always been broad and profound, and has a long history. It's the quintessence of Chinese culture. For you Japanese doctors, it's not your mother's simple answer, but... Your ancestors are right."

"Well?"

Shi Yifan's eyes brightened slightly after hearing the speech. He raised his head and could not help looking at the young man. He thought that he had really wronged the boy before. Then he put down his medical skills, laughed and clapped.

"Well, that's right. That's right! For Japanese doctors, even if our traditional Chinese medicine is called ancestor, it's not too bad. "

"Baga! You... "

"Well, stop talking nonsense here. Don't you want to fight? As it happens, I'm also a traditional Chinese medicine, so I'll take care of this medical fight with the holy hand hall, OK? "

After hearing this, Fukuda and others were stunned. Even Shi Yifan was startled and quickly stopped.

In his opinion, traditional Chinese medicine is different from western medicine. The younger the grade is, the faster the operation is, and the sharper the vision is. However, traditional Chinese medicine is an experiential subject. If you don't have thirty or fifty years' experience in this field, you can only say that you have learned the skill of traditional Chinese medicine. If you don't even dare to take the fight, don't you want to lose it?

However, just after Shi Yifan said two words, Jiang Shu put his hand on his wrist and pinched it back and forth to diagnose his pulse.

After a minute of Kung Fu, Jiang Shu released his hand and took out a silver needle from the table. Before Shi Yifan could react, he put it into his Feishu acupoint.

"Sisi..."

When Shi Yifan felt that there was a warm and peaceful air flowing into his body slowly along the silver needle, his eyes suddenly shrank. When he looked at Jiang Shu again, his eyes were full of incredible color.

As an old Chinese medicine doctor, he has a long history of using Qi to resist needling. Unfortunately, he still can't do it today. He didn't expect to encounter such magic in his lifetime. In his opinion, it's like legendary magic. Moreover, it's still in the hands of a young man in his twenties. How can he not be surprised?

"I'm afraid this young man has a bright future. His medical attainments are far ahead of mine."

Just as Shi Yifan was muttering in his heart, Jiang Shu said with a smile: "if there is no wrong diagnosis, Mr. Shi, you should be an old smoker, right? But also like to smoke the kind of dry smoke decades ago, which leads to serious lung damage, cardiopulmonary function has also decreased a lot, if not for your long years of taking traditional Chinese medicine, pay more attention to conditioning, then now I'm afraid there have been major problems

"Yes, yes, alas... I've smoked dry tobacco for most of my life, and it's just like that on weekdays. When I want to quit, I find that I can't quit any more..."

"It doesn't matter. I'll give you a prescription later. As long as you take it on time every night, it can alleviate the harm of dry smoking. However, it's better to quit smoking as early as possible. "

After talking about it, Jiang Shu wrote a prescription to Shi Yifan, and immediately said, "Mr. Shi, now I'm going to fight on behalf of shengshoutang. Do you have any opinions?"

"No, of course not. I didn't expect that there would be such outstanding descendants as you in our Chinese medicine field. Why worry about the day when our Chinese medicine didn't reach the top of the world."

"Fukuda, don't you want to fight? Good! Then let this young man fight for the old man. If he wins, the conditions you promised before will remain unchanged. If he loses, hum, your holy hand hall is still with you two. Hum, we all have to kneel down to the Japanese Medical Association. "

"Good! I'll do it. You're the one

As soon as the two sides hit it off, Fukuda started to smile after staring at Jiang Shu for a while. After clapping his hands, it seemed that the two people who had been waiting outside for a long time came in carrying a stretcher.

On the stretcher, there was a middle-aged man, Jiang Shu and Shi Yifan, who was dressed in poor clothes. When they saw that this man's face was already black, they all raised their eyebrows. These symptoms can be seen without pulse diagnosis. They are poisoning.

"The rules of this medical fight are very simple. I have a patient here. We will diagnose him together. Whoever can cure him first will decide who wins."

"Fart!"

Shi Yifan was so angry that he uttered a rude sentence: "you, do you really think we are fools? You Japanese doctors are not very good at curing diseases and saving people, but you are very good at developing all kinds of strange poisons. This man is clearly the poison you gave him in advance, and the antidote is in your hands. For you, such patients don't need to be treated at all, just feed them the antidote and drink it. "

"In this way, even if Bian que Hua Tuo is alive, I'm afraid he can't be faster than you! Hum, in order to win this battle, I didn't hesitate to feed people your own poison! You, you medics! What a disgrace to the medical profession

Being scolded by Shi Yifan, Fukuda is still unmoved. He puts his arms in front of his chest and hums up: "old man Shi, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! Who fed him poison? Do you have any evidence? Be careful that I sue you for slander. "

"Return Bian que, Hua Tuo? Hum, it's just two people who cheat the world and steal fame. Don't make trouble here. Have a good time. Do you dare to accept this medical fight? If you don't dare, please quickly put the holy hand hall under our name, and then... "

"Cut the crap, didn't you see that I had already started?"

At this time, Jiang Shu, who had already begun to feel the pulse of the patient, said faintly, and soon determined that the patient's disease was indeed poisoning.

Just after his pulse diagnosis, Fukuda sanro quickly prepared a bowl of soup for the patient to feed. Jiang Shu suddenly took out a silver needle and stabbed the patient several times. Because of its fast action, it didn't attract the attention of the people present for a moment. Only XueYue, who had been sitting on one side, seemed to smile: "this guy, you're going to play catchy again."

"Boy, if you know you can't do it, get out of the way. Our Japanese doctors are better than your Chinese doctors in pharmacology and diagnosis. I don't know how much. I don't need to feel my pulse. I can see the patient's problem just by looking at it. This bowl of medicine will ensure that the patient can get rid of the disease."

After pushing Jiang Shu away with a proud face, Mr. Fukuda poured the bowl of medicine into the middle-aged people on the stretcher. As you can see, the corners of Jiang Shu's mouth also set off a slight radian that seems to have nothing