My grandfather asked me to come

  "Want to make a bet?"

  "Want to make a bet?"

  "Huh? What do you want to bet on?"

  "Hey kiddo, you're not thinking of swindling some pocket money out of us old folks, are you?"

  Obviously, Huo Guangbo's words amused a group of old Chinese doctors whose ages added up to over a thousand years, and they chimed in with sarcastic remarks.

  "Cheating money? Do I look like someone who is short of money?" Huo Guangbo's face showed disdain, and he said proudly, "My bet is very simple. If my divination is accurate, you are just waiting for a young man under the age of 25. From then on, when you see me, call me Master Huo. If I'm wrong, I'll seal my divination skills from now on!"

  "...". A group of people were confused by Huo Guangbo's words and started looking at each other in dismay.

  "Hey, according to my calculation, he's already out. Look, that guy wearing a white shirt, blue jeans and a diagonal double-shoulder bag should be the Wang Lao Mr. you've all been waiting for!" Huo Guangbo said, his eyes darting towards Wang Zhengyu as he pointed him out to the crowd.

  ……

  "Excuse me, which one is Mr. Zhang Datong?" Wang Zhengyu asked loudly after glancing at the group of old Chinese doctors and raising an eyebrow at Huo Guangbo who was winking at him. Apparently, after putting aside his resentment, Wang Zhengyu had officially entered into character.

  It was just that the group of people he faced seemed not to be ready, each with a different expression, and their eyes were moving back and forth between him and Huo Guangbo. At this moment, no one had the heart to make jokes or tease, which made the atmosphere in the room even more solemn.

  "Are you Mr. Wang Zhengyu?" Although he had already been warned by Huo Guangbo, Wang Zhengyu's age still clearly exceeded Zhang Datong's imagination, and his tone was still uncertain with surprise.

  "That's right!" Wang Zhengyu said succinctly.

  Although communicating with the heavenly book gave Wang Zhengyu some confidence, when it was time to really take action, as a young student from an ordinary family background, Wang Zhengyu still had some apprehension.

  "Are you also the one who has been chatting with us online?" Zhang Dasong continued to ask.

  "Huh?" Wang Zhengyu glanced at Huo Guangbo, who was making a face behind Zhang Dada's back, and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "No! That's my grandfather. Actually, tomorrow's pulse diagnosis and pregnancy test, my grandfather thinks I'm enough, so he sent me here since I have time off during the holiday! After all, it's just pulse diagnosis and pregnancy testing, not that difficult! As for why my grandfather used my name online, it's because he really likes to joke around!"

  Wang Zhengyu had to improvise here. After all, Huo Guangbo had been with him all along, and he knew whether he was online or not. He could only explain it this way. Although he said that the Tian Shu was his own grandfather, Wang Zhengyu felt a little uncomfortable, but thinking about the historical existence of the Tian Shu made him feel much better.

  It was just a casual remark made by Wang Zhengyu, which disappointed Zhang Datong and his colleagues, but also relieved many others.

  After all, the profound knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine shown by Tian Shu in their penguin communication group is far beyond what a young man like Wang Zhengyu can reach.

  To know that traditional Chinese medicine is more in need of inheritance and experience than Western medicine. Western medicine can make up for the lack of experience with various advanced instruments, which can greatly improve the accuracy of diagnosis. Traditional Chinese medicine is different, relying on "looking, listening, asking and cutting" four words, all of which require a lot of practice to have some achievements. So about many traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis and treatment of difficult and miscellaneous diseases, even online can not find anything.

  Especially with the development of modern technology, doctors who rely solely on traditional Chinese medicine to treat diseases are becoming increasingly rare. Most adopt a combination of Chinese and Western methods, and many young traditional Chinese medicine doctors, even if they have diagnosed the disease, will require patients to undergo various Western medical tests to confirm the diagnosis. The biggest difference between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine for these doctors is probably the choice of traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine when prescribing medication.

  So these old Chinese doctors were very suspicious of Wang Zhengyu's age.

  Actually, old TCM doctors like Zhang Dashan can accept the diagnostic and therapeutic methods of integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine. What they cannot accept is that some microblogging celebrities repeatedly classify TCM as pseudoscience. This is equivalent to completely denying everything these old doctors have learned in their lives. To put it more seriously, this is directly classifying these old TCM doctors as swindlers.

  So they stood up in this slight provocation, saying that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience and challenged "pulse feeling and fetal inspection". They also took out 200,000 as a reward for the winner of this traditional Chinese medicine competition.

  Although the Western doctor's thin public statement claimed that as long as traditional Chinese medicine "diagnoses and verifies pregnancy" with an accuracy rate of 80%, he would publicly apologize and never again call traditional Chinese medicine a pseudo-science. However, these old traditional Chinese doctors are clearly not satisfied with only an 80% accuracy rate requirement.

  It is worth noting that this Chinese-Western medicine showdown has been brewing for half a year, and it can be said that the momentum is huge and the social attention is very high. Not only will CCTV broadcast the competition live on site, but many online media outlets will also broadcast it simultaneously. As a group of old Chinese doctors who have dedicated their lives to traditional Chinese medicine, they naturally want to thoroughly vindicate TCM in this situation, so they are pursuing an accuracy rate of 90% or even higher.

  After all, Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis is a purely empirical technique. Although the joy pulse is indeed different from ordinary pulse diagnosis, the difference is very small, and some physical diseases can even confuse the pulse image. In fact, all old Chinese doctors do not have such high confidence, let alone bear such great pressure.

  What's more, in this arena competition, the Western medical expert had prepared forty childbearing-age young women, and the entire competition only lasted for one day. This means that the Chinese medicine practitioner who went on stage had to continuously "take pulses and diagnose pregnancies" for all forty childbearing-age young women, which was also a huge challenge for human endurance.

  Taking the pulse requires concentration, and prolonged concentration is inevitably followed by relaxation, which can easily lead to misdiagnosis. Even for an experienced traditional Chinese doctor like Zhang Daxiang, who has been practicing medicine for over 30 years and has a high accuracy rate in pulse diagnosis, lack of energy is still an insoluble problem.

  So when the fake Tian Shu, posing as Wang Zhengyu, appeared online and demonstrated extremely profound knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, boasting that he had a 100% success rate in diagnosing and treating difficult cases, and lecturing all of them, he directly became the best candidate for this group of old TCM doctors to take the stage tomorrow.

  When Wang Zhengyu appeared before them and told them that the person they had been communicating with online was actually his grandfather, everyone suddenly became uneasy at the same time. Because they really didn't dare to put the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine in the hearts of the masses on such a young man.

  "Oh, so it was your elder who communicated with us online!" Zhang Dasong hesitated for a moment, unable to conceal his disappointment, and continued, "Mr. Wang has underestimated the importance of this arena match. To put it bluntly, it concerns the life and death of our traditional Chinese medicine. How could he be so..."

  "Alright, let's head back to the hotel first! Mr. Wang has traveled a long way from afar and must be tired from his journey. We should also show some hospitality as hosts!" Liu Daifu, who was standing behind Zhang Dafu, pulled on Zhang's sleeve and advised.

  Everyone has lived for a long time, who doesn't understand human feelings? Zhang Dashan also had too much hope in Wang Zhengyu, so he couldn't help but lose his composure. Under the reminder of his companions, he immediately came to his senses and hurriedly apologized: "Ah, Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to make you laugh, I'm really worried about tomorrow's game, I lost my composure for a moment!"

  "It's okay, it's okay! I understand! What this big brother said is not bad, let's go back to the hotel and talk about it!" Wang Zhengyu said casually.

  Regarding Zhang Dashan's disdain, Wang Zhengyu didn't think much of it. He wasn't very familiar with traditional Chinese medicine to begin with, and even though he had been hastily taught the systematic knowledge of TCM by Tiānshū, he only understood the theory. Moreover, being so young in a field like traditional Chinese medicine where seniority is paramount, if someone was intimidated just because of Tian Shu's boasts online, Wang Zhengyu thought that person must have lost their mind.

  After a simple exchange, the group was about to leave the airport and head to the hotel. However, at this time, Huo Guangbo, who had been silent all along, suddenly came to his senses.

  "Hey, wait a minute, didn't we just agree on a bet? You're not going to welch on it, are you?"

  Everyone looked at each other again, and Wang Zhengyu looked at Huo Guangbo with a gloomy face, saying: "Alright, boss, stop messing around, okay?"

  Then Wang Zhengyu rushed to Zhang Datong and introduced: "Mr. Zhang, his name is Huo Guangbo, he's my classmate and good friend, if he says anything to you, don't take him seriously, he's just joking!"

  After Wang Zhengyu finished introducing himself, everyone finally showed a relieved expression, but they felt that the two young people were not very reliable and their thoughts became even more intense.

  "Alright, alright, now that everyone has met and we're all here, let's get the two young brothers settled in at the hotel first before talking further!" Zhang Dasong concluded with a pat of his hand.

  ……

  Everyone had their own thoughts along the way, and soon the car arrived at a Jingjiang Hotel in the northern part of Beijing.

  "Alright, everyone go to the conference room to discuss tomorrow's arena match first. I'll send these two little brothers to put their luggage in the room and then take them over." Zhang Dasong arranged after registering at the service desk.

  It was clear that the group of old Chinese doctors attached great importance to Wang Zhengyu's arrival, and also considered that Wang Zhengyu might bring people with him. They directly opened a luxurious business suite with two rooms and two beds, which also solved the accommodation problem for Huo Guangbo.

  "Mr. Wang, I was rude at the airport earlier!" Zhang Dasong apologized first when only three people were left.

  "It's nothing, actually I don't know what my grandfather is thinking either, he insisted that I participate in this arena match." Wang Zhengyu replied indifferently.

  "Yes! I think it's our mistake, we didn't make it clear to Old Master Wang the importance of this arena match! Of course, I didn't mean to belittle your medical skills, Little Wang, but after all, pulse diagnosis is something that requires experience!" Zhang Dasong said with some embarrassment.

  "It's really nothing! Aren't we supposed to have a meeting? I'm already prepared, why don't we go over now!" Wang Zhengyu said with a shrug.