"You're not here for a consultation?" the old woman frowned slightly.
Still, she asked politely, "Then, sir, what brings you to my small clinic?"
"Heh, can a distinguished family of traditional Chinese medicine not discern my identity?" the old man retorted with a cold laugh.
The old woman remained unfazed, smiling faintly. "This is a clinic, we only treat patients, not faces. I believe you've come to the wrong place. Keep walking straight ahead; that's where people go to burn incense and worship Buddha."
The old man replied, "But I've come to find you today."
"If a fellow practitioner seeks me out, what could it be about?" the old woman countered.
Upon hearing the word 'practitioner', the old man stroked his beard with a smile. "Hahaha, indeed, a family of traditional Chinese medicine. You've guessed my identity." Da Feng Novel Network.
Qin Shuran, standing behind the old woman, looked puzzled and asked Chen Fan beside her, "How did Grandma know he was a fellow practitioner?"
Chen Fan whispered, "He smells of medicinal herbs, and his body isn't sick, so naturally, he's related to traditional Chinese medicine."
Qin Shuran then understood, casting a surprised glance at the old woman. Such meticulous observation wasn't something everyone possessed.
"May I ask what brings you to my small clinic today, sir?" the old woman inquired again.
"Since ancient times, various factions of traditional Chinese medicine have held their own prejudices. Family or inherited prescriptions are guarded like treasures, never to be shared. Over the years, how many legacy prescriptions have vanished into the river of time due to this so-called inheritance? This is the sorrow of our field. I am compiling a compendium that gathers all traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions, hence my visit," the old man stated his purpose.
The old woman's wrinkled brow furrowed. "I'm not interested in such matters. Besides, we have no inherited prescriptions; they are merely ordinary medical practices."
The old man chuckled. "Heh, old lady, every place I've visited has said the same thing. But in the end, they all handed over their prescriptions."
"What do you want?" the old woman asked.
"In our profession, it's natural to compete and see who is superior. If you lose, you must hand over your family's prescriptions to me."
"What if I refuse to compete?"
"Then remove the words 'Traditional Chinese Medicine Family' from your establishment."
"What if I neither compete nor remove them?" The old woman's expression grew stern.
Chen Fan, standing behind her, also felt his expression turn cold. He knew very well this was a challenge.
"Heh, then I'll sue you. What's that thing called now?"
"False advertising," the girl beside him said.
"Yes, yes, false advertising. I can't remove it, but surely someone else can," the old man said, stroking his beard again with an air of confidence.
The old woman asked coldly, "How do you propose we compete?"
The old man smiled calmly. "My granddaughter will compete with you. It will be a test of medical skill. Whoever's skill is superior wins the match."
The old woman's gaze fell upon the young girl, about twenty years old, standing behind the old man, looking somewhat perplexed.
Chen Fan and Qin Shuran also looked at the young girl.
She was dressed ordinarily, quiet, and her expression was somewhat cold, clearly not someone who communicated easily.
"Xiao Fan, you compete with her," the old woman said at this moment.
"Alright," Chen Fan nodded.
The old man glanced at Chen Fan and immediately laughed. "Hahaha, old lady, I suggest you best handle this yourself. My granddaughter's medical expertise is beyond ordinary people."
Chen Fan replied, "Then I'm even more eager to learn."
The girl looked at Chen Fan, her brow furrowing slightly, clearly looking down on him. "You decide the method of competition, otherwise, my grandfather will say I won unfairly."
Chen Fan was taken aback. He hadn't expected this young girl to be so arrogant.
Without further ado, he said, "Alright, then we'll treat each other. We'll see what ailments each of us has, and whoever diagnoses accurately wins."
"My body is very healthy," the girl replied coldly.
Chen Fan shook his head. "No, no, everyone has some minor issues, more or less."
He then asked, "Or are you afraid to let me examine you?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Let's compete."
Hearing this, Chen Fan's lips curved into a smile. He extended his wrist. "You go first."
The girl sat in the old man's previous position, while Chen Fan took the old woman's. The girl placed her fingers on Chen Fan's pulse, closing her clear, watery eyes.
Chen Fan frowned slightly. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, but this girl closed her eyes and relied solely on pulse diagnosis. This made Chen Fan sense something was amiss.
Holding his breath, Chen Fan focused his gaze on the girl before him.
But at that moment, Chen Fan was suddenly startled, his eyes widening.
Because Chen Fan discovered that as he held his breath and observed the girl before him, an invisible screen of light emerged from her head, like a silken web, entangling his arm and spreading towards his entire body.
What was this?
This was Chen Fan's first time encountering such a phenomenon, and he had a feeling this light screen was extraordinary.
The light screen seemed to have tendrils, constantly spreading throughout his body. When Chen Fan looked at his body with normal vision, the light screen disappeared; it was only visible when using his divine eye.
Could she be a monster?
An exaggerated thought suddenly popped into Chen Fan's mind.
A moment later, the light screen retracted, all returning to the girl's head. The girl before him then slowly opened her eyes.
"Your turn," the girl opened her beautiful eyes and looked confidently at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan flipped his palm, grasping the slender, fair hand that had been on his wrist.
"Cough, cough!" The old woman beside them coughed abruptly.
It was clear Chen Fan's technique was incorrect.
In fact, Chen Fan just wanted to teach this arrogant girl a lesson, nothing more. He then placed his fingers on the girl's pulse, held his breath, and looked at her body.
Just as the girl had said, her body was indeed healthy, with no major illnesses.
However, as Chen Fan had said earlier, everyone had minor issues. And through Chen Fan's observation, a smile played on his lips.
A moment later, Chen Fan released the girl's wrist.
"You go first. I'm afraid you'll forget later," Chen Fan said, being somewhat gentlemanly.
The girl didn't hesitate. "Your body has no major problems, but you have a bit too much dandruff, indicating seborrheic dermatitis and some hormonal imbalance. Your foot was injured, and although it has healed, there's still some inflammation."
Chen Fan was surprised. His foot was injured while playing basketball in college. When he first acquired his miraculous eyes, his foot had already healed. He hadn't expected this girl to discover it.
For a moment, Chen Fan became interested in the girl before him, especially after seeing the light screen. He knew she was definitely not simple.