From ancient times to the present, there have been cases of hanging silk pulse diagnosis.

The two most famous historical stories are that Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, became seriously ill when he was given birth, and the doctors were helpless. Xu Maogong said that Sun Simiao was known as a miracle doctor among the people and was particularly good at the diseases of women and children. Emperor Taizong of Tang asked Sun Simiao to enter the palace to diagnose the queen. Because men and women were not allowed to get close to the queen, he naturally could not get close to the queen's body, so he asked the maid to put the other end of a silk thread on the queen's pulse. In this way, it was diagnosed that the queen was a disease of incorrect fetal position and inverted.

Another thing was Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. One of his beloved concubines was seriously ill and invited an imperial physician to treat the disease. Since Qianlong did not believe in the "hanging silk pulse diagnosis", he asked someone to tie the other end of the thread to the wooden leg. The final conclusion of the imperial physician was that the happy pulse was. Qianlong took him to see what was tied to the other end. When he saw it was a wooden leg, he was scared and sweating. This was a crime of deceiving the emperor. He was very confident in his diagnosis. In desperation, Qianlong asked his wooden leg to split and found a small insect in the wooden leg. No pregnancy was born, but it was indeed a happy pulse.

The other two more famous stories about the hanging silk pulse diagnosis are illusory, but they are widely spread and far-reaching, which are the stories in Journey to the West and the Conquest of the Gods. Since it is a novel and a mythological story, most people do not believe it. It just adds great fame and mystery to this "hang silk pulse diagnosis" for no reason.

"Mr. Fang, it is indeed magical for your hand hanging silk to diagnose pulses, especially the method of having the silk thread directly wrapped around your wrist, which is very magical, like magic. But I really don't believe this saying about the pulse diagnosis of the silk. Just one thread can transmit the pulse that is not strongly transmitted through the silk thread to the person who diagnoses the pulse. Moreover, modern Chinese medicine masters, former Qing court imperial physicians, Mr. Shi Jinmo, also said that the matter of diagnosing the pulse in the ancient palace also existed in the palace, but the imperial doctors really did not use hanging silk to diagnose pulses, but through inquiries to the patient. The hanging silk is just an illusion, giving him a way to calm down and think quietly and freely." Another doctor was shocked at the beginning of reading Fang Wei's hand. It was indeed very powerful, but for him who was slightly involved in traditional Chinese medicine, he was particularly clear about Mr. Shi Jinmo, the Chinese medicine master.

Originally, the hair was not as soft as real silk, and it was not as good as real silk. It would be more than a little worse than silk when it was passed. If someone suspected this, Fang Wei might explain it carefully. It was just that their distrust of hanging silk to diagnose pulses made Fang Wei feel ridiculous.

As for whom he mentioned "Shi Jinmo" was, Fang Wei didn't know. His poor medical knowledge was also mastered through this body when he was in school. There was no relevant information, let alone traditional Chinese medicine. Fang Wei didn't know who is the most authoritative in the Chinese medicine world today and where traditional Chinese medicine is the best. Fang Wei didn't know, nor did he want to know.

"I don't know who the 'Shi Jinmo' you mentioned is, and I'm not interested in knowing it. I just think it's ridiculous. I pretend that there is nothing that I don't know. It doesn't exist. It's really ridiculous. From ancient times to the present, there has been a saying of silhouette pulse diagnosis. Unexpectedly, I doubt this skill at this time." Fang Wei argued disdainfully, and then he didn't even look at the doctor.

He turned around and looked at Tian Zhonghua. Although Tian Zhonghua was a little hesitant at this time, he had already shut up. However, the classmate of his student in front of him did have some skills. Although he didn't know how medical skills were, he could see that he was a very good friend with his proud disciple, so he couldn't embarrass his disciples.

He just smiled embarrassedly and said, "Mr. Fang, don't be angry. We do have only heard of this legendary magical skill, and we have also made Mr. Shi Jinmo's earlier judgment, so we no longer believe it. Now that Mr. Fang has reappeared this magical skill, as long as Mr. Fang can diagnose my physical problems with this, I believe everyone will also believe in this skill."

Although Tian Zhonghua spoke tactfully, he didn't believe it, and Fang Wei didn't make things difficult for him. It can be seen that he still cared for his student Wang Dong very much, and Wang Dong respected the teacher, which shows that he was a good doctor. Fang Wei still valued Wang Dong and himself very much. He glanced at Wang Dong, who was anxious, and gave him a comforting look.

Instead, he sat on the sofa and watched Ye Xinting, who was quarreling for Fang Wei. At this time, he was full of confidence and looked at these experts and famous doctors with disdain. Don’t believe it? At your level, you can only decorate extra things in your body, or cut a piece of flesh on your body to treat the disease. How could you understand our Fang Wei’s ability?

Thinking of the scene where Fang Wei enlarged his breasts just now, Ye Xinting was both excited and happy. With such ability, how could she be unhappy?

Although she didn't understand why she was happy. Although something happened to the two of them just now, what was there? She didn't bother each other and let him take charge. Although it was the first time she had done such a thing with a man, she was happy in her heart, so that would be fine.

"Doctor Tian?" Fang Wei looked at Tian Zhonghua and said lightly: "In fact, it is not a serious illness. Although it cannot be cured by Western medicine now, it is okay to maintain it, so survival is not a problem. Haha."

Tian Zhonghua's mind moved. As a doctor, he certainly knew his physical condition. Listening to Fang Wei's words, although others didn't know what it meant, Tian Zhonghua already knew. He said: "Mr. Fang's medical skills are indeed magical. I have been suffering from diabetes for ten years, and even Wang Dong didn't know it. Unexpectedly, Mr. Fang, by just taking the pulse, he could tell that he was really capable!"

After saying that, Tian Zhonghua said to Wang Dong, who was surprised and happy sitting aside, "Wang Dong, I am moved and happy that you have such a friend!"

When Wang Dong heard the teacher's words, he was also happy. Although he didn't know why Fang Wei had such ability, no matter how he was, he was not that Fang Wei or his good friend.

The teacher also spoke, and Wang Dong naturally dared to interject and said, "Fang Wei, I didn't expect you to be so capable. By the way, you said just now that Western medicine can't treat diabetes. This is true. Diabetes is a problem with the pancreatic islets. Now it cannot be cured. You can only rely on taking antidiabetic drugs or injecting pancreatic islets to maintain blood sugar. Does this mean that you just now have another meaning, which can be done in traditional Chinese medicine, or can you treat diabetes?"

Fang Wei glanced at Wang Dong and said nothing. There were pens and papers for recordings placed in the conference room. Even if Fang Wei was an outsider, these things were placed on his desk. Fang Wei looked at Wang Dong with a deep meaning. The meaning was very clear. I'll help you with Wang Dong's face.

Fang Wei quickly filled a prescription on the paper, and wrote clearly the decoction method and the method of taking it. Then he handed it to Wang Dong and said, "You can give it to your teacher, from at least half a year to more than a year, you can get rid of the current Western medicine."

Wang Dong took the prescription handed to him by Fang Wei and took a look. There were a lot of dense crowds. He didn't know much about traditional Chinese medicine, but Wang Dong could also see that this prescription was very complicated, so he handed it over to his teacher.

When Tian Zhonghua got the prescription, he took a look and found that he was half-understanding and half-doing. He knew the names of some drugs and understood the properties of the medicine, but after such a mixture, he couldn't understand what it meant.

However, Dean Fang was full of surprise, looked at Fang Wei and said excitedly: "Fang Wei, isn't it?"

Fang Wei understood what he thought that he gave the prescription for diabetes to Tian Zhonghua, and then he was taken by the hospital in disguise. In the view of Dean Fang, his hospital could cure diabetes, a difficult problem that the whole world could not solve. His hospital could not be famous.

But Fang Wei poured him a cold water on the spot and said calmly: "I'm not afraid that you will get this prescription and use it on others. I just want to say that my prescriptions are unique, so the medicines are arranged completely according to the patient's condition. There is no special medicine as mentioned in Western medicine. As long as it is for this disease, the medicines will be the same. Therefore, this prescription is useful in Tian Zhonghua. I don't know what the effect is on others, and it may have a countermeasure.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked. There was still this matter. Especially Tian Zhonghua, now he couldn't believe it. Will it have a counterproductive effect on him? It seems that he has to find someone to study the prescription in the future.
Chapter completed!