Zhou Xuan knew what Li Huihui might face next.
But what did it have to do with him?
He hadn't settled accounts with this couple yet.
Did they really think he was dead?
To be so easily lured into a trap and then framed.
This way, he would have no choice but to board Qiu Wenlong's ship.
What a shame.
He, Zhou Xuan, was here to sink that ship.
No matter the outcome, Zhou Xuan would make this couple pay.
Seeing that Zhou Xuan hadn't fallen for the trap, Qiu Wenlong awkwardly made way.
Soon, Zhou Xuan was busy with pulse diagnosis.
This birthday banquet had completely turned into Zhou Xuan's personal stage.
It was extremely difficult for people to get his usual appointment slot.
Now that such a golden opportunity was presented, who among these business magnates and influential politicians wouldn't want to live longer?
Let alone being sick, they would wish they could live for several more decades.
Zhou Xuan was like a coveted pastry, surrounded by people.
However, these were all important figures, and they weren't shameless enough to cut in line.
Although they appeared to be queuing up in their finest attire,
Each of them was looking on with eager anticipation, even wishing to witness how the divine doctor treated patients.
"My wife's condition has been going on for three days. I know you are a descendant of the Medical Sage, and you will surely be able to help him recover."
"Yes! Yes! We beg you, please save our son! He has been weak since birth and often falls ill. His mother has fainted twice from worry..."
These words made Zhou Xuan's scalp tingle. He hated seeing men cry the most.
As a grown man, he couldn't stand such torment.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please be patient. It's not too late to make a judgment after I examine him."
Zhou Xuan said while diagnosing the pulse.
"Alright! We'll wait for you."
The business magnates and influential politicians sat up straight, waiting patiently.
Finally, it was someone else's turn.
Inside the room.
"Excuse me... who are you?" Zhou Xuan looked up and saw the man standing before him.
"Mr. Zhou, hello. My name is Zhang Zhiqiang. I am a member of the Beijing Medical Association and own a pharmaceutical company," the man said, extending his hand.
"Oh, so you're Mr. Zhang."
"Just call me Zhang Zhiqiang."
"Mr. Zhang, you're too kind." Zhou Xuan stood up and shook his hand.
"May I ask why you are looking for me? You have a pharmaceutical company; you can't possibly need me to see a doctor too, can you?"
Zhou Xuan asked with a smile.
"Although I have a little money, this illness doesn't distinguish between the rich and the poor."
"You might not believe this, Master Zhou, but I've been plagued by this illness for a long time. I've even sought many mystical remedies, but they were all scams. I'm here today to try my luck."
Zhang Zhiqiang spoke, but his nonchalant demeanor suggested he didn't believe Zhou Xuan could cure him.
However, seeing so many influential figures more capable than himself, he decided to try reluctantly.
Zhou Xuan didn't mind his attitude and extended his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.
"Mr. Zhang, please sit down first, and I'll take your pulse."
"Alright, Master Zhou. If you can truly cure me, I'll give you ten million yuan today!"
"Or a villa in the southern part of Beijing. Whichever one you want, just name it."
The man's ostentatious display of wealth didn't stir anything in Zhou Xuan's heart.
"Those are all external possessions to me. Mr. Zhang, rest assured, if I can cure you, I will do my best."
After speaking, Zhou Xuan no longer paid attention to this nouveau riche.
He placed his fingers on Zhang Zhiqiang's wrist and began the diagnosis.
Everyone around held their breath, waiting for the result, but after a long while, Zhou Xuan showed no reaction.
"Master Zhou, hurry up!"
Zhou Xuan finally came back to his senses and looked at the crowd. They all shrank back, not daring to make a sound.
"Mr. Zhang, your condition is rather complex. I'll take your pulse first, and then I'll prescribe a medicine."
"Alright, Master Zhou, feel free to prescribe it."
Hearing Zhou Xuan say this, Zhang Zhiqiang breathed a sigh of relief, and his worries lessened considerably.
Zhou Xuan found the pulse very strange.
Zhang Zhiqiang's pulse was peculiar; sometimes it was like a candle in the wind, flickering faintly, and at other times, it was like a small boat tossed in a storm, erratic and unstable.
Zhou Xuan held a pen in one hand, writing on paper, while concentrating on feeling and observing his pulse.
He recorded every minute detail of the pulse, then traced the meridians one by one, searching for the source of the illness.
"Hmm..."
Zhou Xuan frowned in thought. After a moment, his brows relaxed.
"Mr. Zhang, are you feeling a bit tired and weak?"
"Yes, that's true. What's wrong? Master Zhou, is my condition very serious?"
Zhang Zhiqiang asked quickly.
"Your pulse is the Nine Revolutions Floating Life Pulse."
"What does that mean?"
Zhang Zhiqiang's face changed drastically.
He thought Zhou Xuan was just making things up to fool him, but Zhou Xuan's expression was genuine, not like he was showing off.
His demeanor was as if he were saying Zhang Zhiqiang was on his last legs.
Zhang Zhiqiang panicked.
Could this be the reason he had never been cured?
The people around also started to murmur.
Zhang Zhiqiang had come to this consultation with a hint of showing off, wanting to curb Zhou Xuan's arrogance. Moreover, he was in league with Qiu Wenlong.
Naturally, he couldn't stand Zhou Xuan's popularity and favor.
Therefore, under Qiu Wenlong's instruction, he began to cause trouble.
In fact, he did have some hidden ailments.
But he never felt like he was dying.
What on earth was the Nine Revolutions Floating Life Pulse?
He had never heard of it.
Considering he was somewhat involved in the medical field, he hadn't even heard of this, was Zhou Xuan just bluffing?
"Are you making up a name to intimidate me?"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with my body!"
Zhang Zhiqiang was stubborn, sitting on the chair and constantly pulling his suit tighter.
Seeing him like this, Zhou Xuan chuckled.
Don't think he didn't notice the exchange of glances between him and Qiu Wenlong.
"With so many people here, including discerning magnates, do you think I could fool you?"
"If you don't believe me, ask those elder physicians, and the ancient martial families of the Four Great Clans."
"Nine Revolutions Floating Life Pulse! Great Omen of Doom!"
"Ah?"
Everyone around was shocked.
"How can that be?"
"Does this mean Zhang Zhiqiang won't live much longer?"
"Good heavens, Master Zhou is too amazing."
"But I think Zhang Zhiqiang looks ruddy and healthy, not like someone who is ill."
Cold sweat was already streaming down Zhang Zhiqiang's forehead.
But he still stubbornly said, "Perhaps you're mistaken?"
Zhou Xuan shook his head, "Since I dare to say it, it's because I have a hundred percent certainty that this is the Nine Revolutions Floating Life Pulse."
"It means the true vital energy of the five elements in your body is already dissipating, and your heart is showing signs of failure. In another period of time, you will..."