509: Chapter 509: Lung Cancer 509: Chapter 509: Lung Cancer The president of the association and the others also looked at Tangyu with serious and solemn expressions.
At this ti, they were unlikely to be joking, and Tangyu also spoke with a serious deanor.
There was not the slightest hint of jesting in his expression.
“Tangyu, why don’t you tell us?
Maybe we’re old and no longer sharp, our eyes have grown dim,” President Bi said.
He and dicine King Ye had discussed it, but they indeed couldn’t see anyone here who looked ill.
If what Tangyu was saying was true, his dical skills would reach an unfathomably high level, even possibly surpassing the four of them.
For them, although it couldn’t be considered a blow, it was at least a matter they needed to take seriously.
If the Traditional Chinese dicine community could produce a Divine Doctor, they would naturally be very pleased.
Ye Yuan was watching Tangyu with a cold expression.
He hardly believed that this milk-faced youngster could indeed make any shocking or unconventional statents.
Everyone here appeared very healthy to him; it was impossible for anyone to be ill.
That was the confidence of a dicine King.
He was already a bit uncomfortable with this arrogantly young man, even more so now with a cold and stern look.
“Humph, I think it’s just a publicity stunt,” Yu Zhaoke muttered unhappily.
Tangyu looked around at the crowd, his mouth curling into a strange smile before he turned to President Bi and said, “President Bi, you are sick.”
“Presumptuous.” Ye Yuan slamd the table, nearly leaping up in rage, glaring at Tangyu with an angry and majestic face.
The murderous aura emanating from him was frightening.
When a dicine King was angry, his authority was indeed a little terrifying.
Ma Huo and Ouyang Mulin also had somber expressions, though they didn’t explode like Ye Yuan.
They simply watched Tangyu with cool detachnt.
“Tangyu, what do you an by that?
Speak with more respect,” Bi Wanting also began to get angry, glaring at Tangyu.
Yu Zhaoke continued to grumble under his breath, and the others all looked at Tangyu with strange eyes.
Liu Shiyi was a bit dumbfounded, looking at Tangyu with bewildered eyes.
This was a great disrespect to President Bi.
Who was President Bi?
He was the president of the Traditional Chinese dicine Association, a national congressman, a committee mber of the National Political Consultative Conference, equivalent to a ministerial-level official.
Furthermore, he was the foremost authority in Huaxia’s Traditional Chinese dicine community; his status was most exalted.
How could they tolerate such an affront by a junior?
Seeing everyone’s expressions, Tangyu felt for a mont like he was ‘standing at the peak, overlooking all the lesser mountains.’ Being a master was lonely indeed.
President Bi waved his hand to silence everyone, “Tangyu, tell us, what sickness do I have?” Although President Bi was not joking now, his expression still had a degree of amiability, and it was clear that he wasn’t truly angry.
Such composure was indeed admirable.
Tangyu nodded and stood up, first glancing at Doctor Xiao and slightly raising the corner of his mouth, “Actually, it should not have been just who noticed.
I’m not wrong, am I, Doctor Xiao?”
Tangyu’s words shocked everyone again, and their gaze shifted to Doctor Xiao.
If Tangyu’s words lacked persuasive power, then Doctor Xiao’s words were absolutely ten or a hundred tis more convincing.
His reputation as a Divine Doctor was widely acknowledged, and even so of the most respected seniors in the Traditional Chinese dicine Association admired Doctor Xiao greatly.
Doctor Xiao nodded, “Tangyu, you don’t have to be modest, if not for your reminder, I indeed wouldn’t have noticed.
In this regard, I admire you.”
What—
This—
With the confirmation from Doctor Xiao, everyone was naturally taken aback again.
This ant that Tangyu was not just speaking empty words.
Even Ye Yuan, who had just been furious, now had a face full of gravity.
His hand had already pressed on President Bi’s pulse, unable to determine from his complexion alone, he had to perform a more precise pulse diagnosis.
“Tangyu, please continue,” Doctor Xiao said, not wishing to steal Tangyu’s lilight.
Tangyu nodded, “President Bi, you look very healthy, your vitality and spirit seem a decade or two younger than your actual age.
From such an appearance alone, even a master in traditional Chinese dicine would definitely think you are in great health.
If I’m not mistaken, President Bi, you must have done so research on health preservation and always kept yourself well-maintained, better than the average middle-aged person.
Your vitality, spirit, and deanor seem without issue, showing no signs of illness, which is why everyone has overlooked it, even you yourself, President Bi, have ignored it, not noticing at all.
However, if one observes carefully, it can be seen that your breathing, though seemingly regular, is actually uneven, presenting an irregular wave pattern.
I’ve roughly counted, and every ten breaths, President Bi, you would have one short and forceful breath, perhaps even you have not noticed.”
“What, how is that possible?
I think President Bi’s breathing is very good, and besides, how could one notice such a slight change in the strength of the breath?” Yu Zhaoke imdiately protested and questioned.
It is difficult to see breathing, especially the subtle changes, which seem sowhat incredible to hear.
“Just because you can’t doesn’t an others can’t.
There are many things you can’t do,” Tangyu said.
Rao Yuanzhi’s expression shifted as he looked at Tangyu, “To have reached such a realm of observation strength, no wonder my father always says I am still far behind.
It seems I am indeed far behind.
Hmm, what a sha, and to think I was considered a leading figure among the young generation of the Holy Doctor Sect.”
President Bi and the others also showed surprise.
The power of perception had reached an intricate realm, a level they were, of course, aware of, but which no one had achieved for a long ti.
They had spent their lives pursuing such a realm and had not been successful, yet a young person had managed to grasp it.
A prodigy, truly a prodigy.
“Humph, I would like to see what kind of ivory can possibly co out of a dog’s mouth,” Yu Zhaoke’s face turned green with anger.
Tangyu couldn’t be bothered to pay any attention to Yu Zhaoke and continued, “The breath is not smooth, ten parts light, one part heavy, indicating a disease in the lungs.
Chairman Bi’s complexion is very good, radiant and lustrous, but if you look closely, you will find so black mingled within the ruddiness.
It’s autumn, and the weather is quite dry, so it could seem normal for Chairman Bi’s lips to be sowhat white, but has anyone considered this question?
If Chairman Bi takes such good care of his health, his face full of youthful glow, why then are his lips dry and whitish?
Does that make sense?”
“This?”
Everyone looked at each other, puzzled; the question had indeed caught their attention.
Ma Huo and Ouyang Mulin also began examining Chairman Bi.
These three are absolute Taishan Beidous of the Traditional Chinese dicine community, each with a renowned reputation and known as Divine Doctors.
“Even so, it doesn’t necessarily an Chairman Bi is sick,” Ma Qiyu said.
Tangyu nodded and replied, “Indeed, these issues alone might only be minor and not necessarily serious illnesses.
However, a trace of poison can be detected emanating from Chairman Bi.
At first, I didn’t take it seriously, but upon closer observation, I realized it wasn’t that simple.
Chairman Bi, if I’m not wrong in my guess, press down on your lung area and see what it feels like.”
Chairman Bi pressed on his lung area, and imdiately his face twitched in pain as he exhaled a strange odor.
Of course, the odor was very faint, imperceptible to most people, but everyone present could detect a hint of it, being skilled individuals from the Traditional Chinese dicine community.
“There really is a toxic gas.
The presence of toxic gas in the lungs, this—”
The three dicine Kings’ brows furrowed deeply; having examined Chairman Bi, they had naturally discovered so issues as well.
“Could it be—?” dicine King Ye showed an odd expression.
“Exactly, it’s lung cancer,” Tangyu confird with a nod.
The room fell into a deafening silence, where one could hear a pin drop as everyone was stunned.
Lung cancer ranked at the top of the world’s ten most difficult and complex diseases, with no noticeable reaction in the early to middle stages and extrely difficult to detect.
Usually, by the ti it is discovered, it is already late-stage, and to date, there have been no successful cures for late-stage lung cancer.
The mortality rate can be said to be as high as one hundred percent.
This shocking news naturally brought sorrow.
Chairman Bi was a respected elder who had made significant contributions to the field of Traditional Chinese dicine.
“Grandfather, this—” Bi Wanting was also sowhat unsettled, her tears almost falling.
Rao Yuanzhi also shook his head silently and sighed; he lacked the ability to cure cancer, although he could perhaps delay the progression of the disease.
Unless, of course, one could invite the Divine Doctor and patriarch to take action himself, then there might be so hope.
After a mont of silence, Chairman Bi seed to co to terms with the news and said with a slight smile to everyone, “Don’t be nervous, everyone.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws.
It’s perfectly normal to get sick.
Lung cancer is not such a terrible disease, and besides, I’m already old, there’s no need to be so distressed.”
“Sigh,” Ye Yuan sighed heavily and shook his head, “Chairman Bi, we few old fellows will certainly use everything we’ve learned in our lifetis to help you slow it down.
Even if we can’t cure it, we should at least prevent the disease from worsening too quickly.
Chairman Bi, you are the pillar of the Traditional Chinese dicine Association, and your loss would be a trendous one, both to the association and to the Traditional Chinese dicine community as a whole.”
“I gratefully accept the kind intentions of my three old friends for now,” Chairman Bi nodded, looked towards Bi Wanting, and sighed silently.
Being diagnosed with this kind of disease was virtually a death sentence.
Death is not scary.
What’s scary is knowing when you will die, waiting for death is very painful, more than most people can bear.
“If the disease hasn’t manifested yet, it’s not late-stage; it might still be early-stage.
If we combine Traditional Chinese dicine with modern treatnt thods, it’s not necessarily incurable,” Ye Wan suggested.
Tangyu said, “Although it’s not late-stage, it’s also not early-stage.
You could say it’s sowhere between mid and late-stage, and the situation is not very optimistic.”
At these words, Tangyu dealt another blow to the hearts of those present.
Chairman Bi smiled again and said, “At least it’s not late-stage yet, which is sothing to be thankful for.
Tangyu, thank you for diagnosing my illness.
You truly are a rare talent, a once in a century genius in the Traditional Chinese dicine community.
Having you on our delegation this ti, I am even more confident of our victory.
Now, let’s all put aside our emotions and not waste ti on ; let’s continue discussing the previous matter.”
Chairman Bi’s spirit was indeed inspiring and admirable.
Yet, the atmosphere on site beca a bit oppressive, as if a dark cloud had spread across a clear sky, especially for Bi Wanting, who was greatly affected.
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