My four beautiful sisters

"So arrogant!" Fang Kai was out of breath.

"Crazy has the capital to be crazy, but you don't have it. To put it bluntly, you are still not taken seriously by the young master." Chen Bufan was extremely arrogant.

Fortunately, two of them fell, otherwise they would have taken off.

"Then I'll make you a crushing defeat, to see if you're still crazy."

Fang Kaixuan was slightly taken aback, "Let's compare the pulse."

"That's it?"

"Yes! That's it!" Fang Kaixuan confirmed.

"No problem." Chen Bufan agreed straight away.

"Lao Fang's Xuansi pulse diagnosis is a masterpiece. It has been passed down for six generations. He has experience, background, and knowledge."

"And Lao Fang is 30 years older than Chen Bufan, so sophisticated enough."

"I think this game, Lao Fang will win."

"Not necessarily, have you forgotten how strong the Sages of Medicine and Martial Arts were back then? In the entire martial arts world, whose medical skills can stand shoulder to shoulder with them?"

"Is his disciple an ordinary person? Ordinary?"

"It's hard to say, the two saints of medicine and martial arts died so early, who knows how much medical skills they have learned?"

"Also, medical skills also depend on talent. No matter how hard an idiot works, he will still be half-baked in his entire life."

"Wait and see, there's no point in us arguing here."

"Brother, please move a little to the right, you are blocking the girl."

"!!!"

Is there anyone at the Pharmacopoeia Conference who came to see girls?

Did you make a mistake!

This man is also a talent.

"Chen Bufan, let me tell you first, can you diagnose the pulse with a silk thread?"

"Just now you boasted, you can say anything related to medical skills."

"Now I'll compare Xuansi with you to diagnose the pulse."

"If you beat me, you can naturally enter the finals. If you can't, admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment."

"Okay, I accept Xuansi's pulse diagnosis." Chen Bufan readily agreed.

Fang Kaixuan was a little surprised that he agreed without hesitation.

"Twenty people come up randomly, and we will write them down one by one based on the pulse of the diagnosis."

"It's up to you."

Everyone's pulse is different, more or less different.

Even if there is nothing wrong with the whole body, the strength and distance of the beating will vary.

The 20 people who came up, whether they were sick or normal, had their own pulses.

"let us start."

"Ok!"

Both of them have an extremely thin thread in their hands, which can also be called silk.

The so-called Xuansi pulse diagnosis is a rope tied to a person's pulse, and through the beating of the wrist to diagnose whether the person is sick or suffering from some disease.

Generally, this kind of method appears in the palace. The empress and concubine are sick and have noble bodies. There are differences between men and women. In a particularly conservative society, a method of pulse diagnosis has evolved.

The more complicated the pulse diagnosis, the more error-prone it is.

Therefore, the doctors who asked to see a doctor were very skilled.

Chinese medicine has always paid attention to: look, smell, ask, and cut.

Cutting the pulse is an important part that cannot be ignored.

Across a rope, it is easy to make a mistake in judgment, how can it be so real that it is directly on the wrist, it is real.

To put it bluntly, this is an impractical and worthless way of diagnosing the pulse.

It's useless except for comparison.

It's no different from farting with your pants off.

Obviously there can be the most accurate and simplest method, but it is clever.

That's all in the past, the rules are there.

Continuing to this day, it's a bit inappropriate.

"Let's begin." Fang Kaixuan announced.

By the way, the rules of the competition between the two are very simple.

20 people are divided into two teams, one person is in charge of ten people.

Write your diagnosis down on a piece of paper.

Then the two exchanged, and then checked the pulse of the other ten people.

If Chen Bufan's and Fang Kaixuan's are exactly the same, then it depends on whose speed is faster.

Chen Bufan clamped the end of the thread with two fingers, and flicked it casually, the long thread seemed to have eyes, and it seemed to be alive, it climbed up to the opponent's wrist and wrapped itself around.

After a maximum of three seconds, Chen Bufan began to write.

Then the second, the third...

The font is flamboyant and phoenix dancing, and the iron is painted with silver hooks, which is extremely beautiful.

This calligraphy alone is very good.

Fang Kaixuan didn't see the fifth until all ten were written.

The speed is directly crushed, half as fast.

Fang Kaixuan is not in a hurry, he is as steady as a dog in diagnosing as he should.

Fast is useless, accuracy is the most important thing.

It is also the first element of seeing a doctor.

If the diagnosis is wrong, it means that the medicine prescribed is wrong.

Therefore, under the same diagnosis, the speed is compared.

If the diagnosis is wrong, no matter how fast you are, you lose.

Chen Bufan waited for a while before attacking the other ten people.

Nangong smiled and waited.

There was no tension on Qiao's face, but her heart was beating all the time, much faster than usual.

My man is doing something, how can I not worry.

Not to mention the re-emergence of the medical and martial arts lineage, it was an insignificant match, and as his woman, he should be nervous.

The lineage of the dual saints of medicine and martial arts requires not only strong force, but also excellent medical skills.

The lack of recognition of medical skills still does not indicate the revival of the lineage of the dual saints of medicine and martial arts.

At this time, Chen Bufan completed the diagnosis of the last person, put his hands on his back, and silently closed his eyes.

Straighten your chest and wait for the other party to complete.

There was a commotion under the stage, buzzing and talking about everything, like a bunch of annoying flies.

Chen Bufan turned a blind eye, listened but did not hear.

Discussions by others have no effect on his state of mind.

Good or bad, good or bad, don't care at all.

The result is the most correct.

After about a quarter of an hour, Fang Kaixuan has also completed the diagnosis.

Comparing with others with what I am best at, the time is still so far behind.

If everything is right again, Fang Kaixuan's old face will basically not be there.

"Do you want to revise the content on the paper?" Shang Mengdie asked.

"No need." Chen Bufan was the first to reply, firm as iron.

"The pulse I've taken has never been in or out for ten years, so I don't need it." Fang Kaixuan made the final decision.

"Then Bengu mainly started to compare."

"Please!"

"Please!"

Shang Mengdie stepped forward, walking casually, making her whole delicate body sway, and watching from behind, it definitely made people 'appetite'.

Very charming wow.

Shang Mengdie picked up the paper full of words on the table and looked at it carefully.

Eyes filter very quickly.

A total of [-] people have been diagnosed, and it is very simple to check.

"Okay! I've roughly read it, and one of the twenty people is not right, and the diagnoses of the two of you are quite different."

As soon as he spoke, the audience was in an uproar.

In other words, someone must have made a mistake.

"Little brother, come out." Shang Mengdie pointed at a young man with his pale fingers.

It was in him that the different diagnoses came out.

This person was sixteen or seventeen years old, and seemed younger than Chen Bufan.

His face was pale, his blood was light, he was shaky when he walked, he was weak, and he had severe asthma.

Obviously a sick man.