But in his heart, he couldn’t quite believe it. After all, his grandfather’s illness had not just developed overnight. He had consulted renowned doctors both dostically and internationally, yet there had been no improvent. Almost all the doctors had recomnded surgery, but considering the risks, they had simply been delaying it. Only recently, when the situation had considerably worsened, did his grandfather finally decide that surgery was essential—success or failure was in the hands of fate. It was then that he had started searching across the country for a distinguished physician, which led him to Dr. Zhang.
"Specifically, I still need to take the old gentleman’s pulse before I can be absolutely sure,"
Xiao Yi said, glancing again at the elderly man.
"So young, and a practitioner of traditional Chinese dicine, can he be reliable?"
A woman beside him eyed Xiao Yi with surprise and whispered skeptically by Mr. Ma’s face.
"Dad, just let him take your pulse, after all, taking a pulse won’t do any harm!"
Mr. Ma glared at the woman, ignoring her words, and turned his head to speak to the old man.
The elderly man looked at Xiao Yi, then back at Mr. Ma, and nodded, stretching out his hand without a word.
"Doctor Xiao, please go ahead and check," Mr. Ma said, noticing the elderly man’s expression and quickly addressing Xiao Yi with a smile.
Xiao Yi nodded, stepped forward, and gently placed his hand on the elderly man’s wrist, listening intently with a focused expression.
As Xiao Yi placed his hand on the elderly man’s pulse, nearly everyone in the room held their breath, watching him anxiously, fearing that their own breathing might be too loud and disturb his assessnt.
The elderly man’s gaze remained fixed on Xiao Yi, observing his solemn and earnest deanor. Within his sowhat cloudy old eyes, a hint of surprise appeared. He had suffered from his ailnt and had seen many divine doctors, but Xiao Yi’s deanor, which he had seen in nationally renowned physicians known as national masters, was unexpectedly present in this young man who appeared to be barely in his twenties!
Mr. Ma, who was also no ordinary individual, noticed Xiao Yi’s expression and his eyes briefly showed a hint of surprise too, while hope in his heart grew increasingly stronger, making his eyes grow fervent.
Perhaps, this ti I am truly fortunate to have encountered a miraculous doctor!
Mr. Ma thought excitedly to himself; if this were truly the case, it would be wonderful!
"Old gentleman, did this illness begin during the war?"
While everyone was tensely focused, Xiao Yi finally released the old man’s hand. Mr. Ma stepped forward excitedly about to speak, but Xiao Yi had already spoken first.
"Hmm?"
The old man, Mr. Ma, and everyone else changed their expressions abruptly, their gazes shifting toward Xiao Yi in unison. The old man’s gaze, in particular, began to carry a weighty solemnity.
Feeling the shift in everyone’s expressions, Dr. Zhang hesitated before his face grew increasingly anxious, "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, please don’t speak carelessly. Although I know your dical skills are profound and miraculous, can this really be diagnosed just by taking the pulse? If you’re right, that’s fine, but if there’s a mistake, that would completely shatter their confidence, and they wouldn’t dare to let you treat them anymore."
"The root of your illness, if I’m not mistaken, was caused by a gunshot wound. It’s fortunate you were saved back then, but given the dical conditions at the ti, it’s no wonder you’ve been left with this chronic issue. Moreover, I sense a very strong aura of violence in you, sir, accumulated over many years, which leads to guess that it originated from your ti in the war."
Xiao Yi, ignoring the unusual looks from the crowd, continued indifferently, "Sir, you must have participated in a war before."
"Xiao Yi, no, Divine Doctor Xiao, you’re absolutely right! The old man’s illness is indeed due to a gunshot wound he received on the battlefield while trying to save a comrade! Despite your youth, Divine Doctor Xiao, your dical expertise is truly miraculous! It’s wonderful; you must have a way to cure the old man, right?"
As Mr. Ma listened to Xiao Yi’s words, his composed deanor vanished completely, and he excitedly clung to Xiao Yi’s hand, his eyes filled with fervent hope.
"Young man, very good, very good. There are more and more new people. At such a young age, you possess such extraordinary dical skills. May I ask which national master did you study under?"
The old man’s gaze suddenly shot out a sharp light, closely scrutinizing Xiao Yi.
In that instant, the old man’s thin figure emitted an aura so imposing that it startled everyone in the room. They all held their breath in shock. Dr. Zhang was particularly taken aback, never having expected such a frail-looking old man to exude such an intimidating presence!
What astonished him even more were the words of the old man and Mr. Ma; they indicated that Xiao Yi had completely diagnosed the condition correctly!
Xiao Yi had not checked any dical records or various scans; he rely took the patient’s wrist briefly and was able to recount the cause of an illness that dated back decades!
Is traditional Chinese dicine really this miraculous?
How profound and extraordinary are Xiao Yi’s dical skills?
"Sir, I learned dicine from my ancestral grandfather, without a formal teacher. Regarding dical skills, I really can’t accept such high praise, sir. Our Chinese dical heritage is vast and profound. I’ve rely learned a little bit of the surface."
Xiao Yi, feeling the old man’s imposing aura, couldn’t help but reveal a slightly astonished expression. He had sensed sothing extraordinary about the old man before, but he hadn’t expected him to be quite this exceptional. The aura he now emitted wasn’t like those of other cultivators; it was a pure force, built upon the harshness of long-lasting violence accrued over ti!
Furthermore, he vaguely felt that, in addition to the intense aura of violence, there was also an air of high authority!
Reflecting on so previous incidents, Xiao Yi glanced at Mr. Ma and his bodyguards, feeling certain now about the old man’s extraordinary status. He looked again at Dr. Zhang, inwardly feeling nervous for him. Judging from Dr. Zhang’s expression and Mr. Ma’s previous conversations, it was clear Mr. Ma had not revealed his identity, and Dr. Zhang was unaware of their true status. If it hadn’t been for his coincidental visit to the hospital, and had he perford surgery on the old man without knowing... the consequences could have been dire... (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian to support the author by voting and buying monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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