"So arrogant!" Fang Kaixuan came without any trouble.

"There is a crazy capital, but you don't. To be honest, you are not taken seriously by me." Chen Bufan was extremely arrogant.

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

"Then I will let you lose all the money, and see if you are still crazy or not."

Fang Kaixuan was a little stunned, "Let's take the pulse."

"That's it?"

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

"No problem." Chen Bufan agreed immediately.

"Lao Fang's hanging silk pulse diagnosis is a masterpiece. It has been passed down to six generations. She has experience, background and knowledge to accumulate."

"And Lao Fang is thirty years older than Chen Bufan, and she is so experienced."

"I see this game, Lao Fang will definitely win."

"Not necessarily, forget how strong the two saints of medical and martial arts were back then? Whose medical skills can be compared with the entire martial arts world?"

"Why are his disciples ordinary people? Or mediocre?"

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

"Also, medical skills also depend on talent. No matter how hard a fool works, he will be a half-baby in his whole life."

"Let's wait and see, there's no point in arguing here."

"Brother, please move slightly to the right, you'll block the girl."

“!!!”

Someone who specializes in visiting girls at the Pharmacopoeia Conference?

Are you getting a mistake?

This guy is also a talented man.

"Chen Bufan, let me know first, will you know how to treat the pulse of the hang silk?"

"You can say anything related to medical skills just now."

"Now I will compare with you to take the pulse."

"If you win me, you can naturally enter the finals. If not, admit defeat as soon as possible, so as not to be embarrassed."

"Okay, I accept the pulse diagnosis of the silhouette." Chen Bufan agreed readily.

Fang Kaixuan was a little surprised by such a response without hesitation.

"Twenty people came up at will, and we wrote them down one by one based on the diagnosis of the pulse."

"It's up to you."

Everyone has different pulses, more or less different.

Even if the whole body is fine, the strength and interval of the beating vary.

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

"Let's start."

"Um!"

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

The so-called hanging wire pulse diagnosis is a rope tied to a person's pulse. Through the beating of the wrist, the cushion and climax, the other party is diagnosed whether he is sick or has any disease.

Generally, this method appears in the palace. When the concubine is sick, she is also a noble body, and there is a difference between men and women. In a particularly conservative society, it evolved into a pulse diagnosis method.

The more complicated the pulse diagnosis, the more likely it is to make mistakes.

Therefore, doctors who require medical treatment are very skilled.

Traditional Chinese medicine has always been a priority: looking, listening, asking, and touching.

Pulse removal is an important part that cannot be ignored.

It is easy to make mistakes through a rope. There is no real truth or real thing to do when you put your wrist directly on it.

To be honest, this is an unrealistic and valuable method of pulse diagnosis.

Apart from pretending, it's useless.

It's no difference from farting off your pants.

There can be the most accurate and simplest method, but it can be tricky.

It was fine before, but the rules were.

It has continued to this day, and it is a bit unreasonable.

"Let's start." Fang Kaixuan announced.

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

Twenty people are divided into two teams, one person is responsible for ten people.

Write your diagnosis on a piece of paper.

Then the two exchanged and took the pulse of the other ten people.

If Chen Bufan and Fang Kaixuan are exactly the same, it depends on who is faster.

Chen Bufan clamped the thread tip with two fingers and flicked it casually. The long line seemed to have eyes, and it was like a living thing. He climbed up the other person's wrist and wrapped it up automatically.

After taking up to three seconds, Chen Bufan started writing.

Then the second, the third...

The font is flying and the phoenix dances, and the iron painted silver hook is extremely beautiful.

This handwriting alone is very impressive.

After finishing all ten, Fang Kaixuan saw the fifth one.

The speed is directly crushed, halfway.

Fang Kaixuan is not too slow, how to diagnose it or how to diagnose it, as stable as a dog.

Fast is useless, accuracy is the most important thing.

It is also the first element of medical treatment.

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

So with the same diagnosis, the speed is compared.

If the diagnosis is wrong, no matter how fast the speed is, it will lose.

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

Nangong Xiaoxiao was waiting.

There was no sign of any tension on my pretty face, but in fact my heart was always beating, much faster than usual.

How can one not worry if one is doing something?

Not to mention that it is related to the re-rise of the lineage of the two saints of medicine and martial arts, it is even an irrelevant game, and as his woman, he should be nervous.

The two saints of medicine and martial arts lineage not only require strong force, but also excellent medical skills.

If medical skills are not recognized, it still cannot indicate the revitalization of the lineage of the two saints of medicine and martial arts.

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

Stand straighten your chest and wait for the other person to complete it.

There was a riot in the audience, and everything was buzzing, like annoying flies.

Chen Bufan turned a blind eye and listened to it.

Other discussions have no effect on his mood.

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

The results are the most correct.

About a quarter of an hour later, Fang Kaixuan was diagnosed.

Compared with others, I have so much less time than I do with my best skills.

If everything is right, Fang Kaixuan's old face will basically not have.

"Do you two still need to modify the content on the paper?" Shang Mengdie asked.

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

"I have never had any pulses I have taken for ten years, so there is no need to do it." Fang Kaixuan made the final decision.

"That valley mainly started to compare."
To be continued...