Chapter 825: Only Ten Minutes

Hearing this suggestion, Wang Xuande hurriedly said, "That's perfect."

Being able to treat Director Yang's wife was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, perfect for showcasing his attainments in the Dao of medicine.

Ye Bufan nodded lightly, "I have no objection."

Yang Zhengdao said, "Then I'll trouble you two to take a look at my wife."

After he finished speaking, Li Hongxiu walked over and nodded politely to the two of them. Although she had not spoken, the noble aura about her commanded respect.

Wang Xuande said, "I'll take Ms. Li's pulse first."

With that, he had Li Hongxiu sit in front of him, extended his hand, and began to carefully take her pulse.

About three minutes later, he withdrew his right hand. "Director Yang, this Old Man here already has a result."

Yang Zhengdao looked at Ye Bufan, "Young man, it's your turn."

Li Hongxiu also stood up, ready to walk over and let Ye Bufan take her pulse, but he waved his hand, "No need, I already have a good idea of your wife's illness."

When he said that, everyone was shocked, and a look of surprise flashed across Li Hongxiu's face.

Yang Zhengdao frowned, "Young man, you haven't even felt her pulse. Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

He had been somewhat curious about this Young man, but now a hint of disgust arose. This was clearly grandstanding, with no real ability whatsoever.

Wang Xuande, being an Old Man, saw all of this and felt a surge of joy. The other party's dissatisfaction with Yang Zhengdao was definitely a good thing for him.

Ye Bufan, however, didn't mind, and said calmly, "Director Yang misunderstands. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, questioning, and palpating. I have already examined your wife through looking diagnosis just now."

"Hmph…"

Hearing him finish, Wang Xuande immediately scoffed, "Little fellow, this Old Man has practiced medicine for so many years and wouldn't dare say he has reached the Realm of looking diagnosis. You, at such a young age, speak so presumptuously. Do you really think everyone else is an amateur?"

Ye Bufan said, "Whether it's true or false, we'll know once we try."

His words piqued Li Hongxiu's interest. She asked, "Young man, then tell me, what's wrong with my body?"

Ye Bufan said, "Overall, your body is relatively healthy. The only problem is your cervical spine."

"The symptoms you're experiencing are dizziness, blurred vision, and sometimes nausea and vomiting."

When he finished speaking, the expressions of Li Hongxiu and her husband changed. What the other party said was completely accurate.

Yang Zhengdao looked at Wang Xuande, "Old Man, what's your diagnosis result?"

"He's right, Ms. Li indeed has cervical spondylosis."

Wang Xuande said this, but felt a surge of frustration in his heart. The other party hadn't even taken her pulse, yet his diagnosis was the same as his own.

This immediately showed who was superior and who was inferior. Right from the start, he had fallen into a disadvantageous position.

Then he added, "However, if one only identifies cervical spondylosis, that's merely looking at the surface without delving deeper. Otherwise, it would have been cured elsewhere long ago, and there would be no need to come to this Old Man's medical clinic."

At this point, he seemed to have regained some confidence, a proud expression appearing on his face.

Who was Yang Zhengdao? He was the head of the national medical System, holding control over all of China's medical resources, with countless doctors scrambling to treat his wife.

If it were just a simple illness, it would have been cured long ago, and there would be no need to come here to find him, the Godly Needle King.

Ye Bufan's lips curved into a smile. He knew this Old Man wanted to show off, and said directly, "Actually, this is not a big problem. It's simply that Ms. Li's vertebral canal is Innate narrow."

"Moreover, the nerves inside are spiral-shaped, which means surgery cannot be performed, and many treatment methods are not applicable."

At this, both Yang Zhengdao and Wang Xuande showed shocked expressions. If merely diagnosing cervical spondylosis through looking diagnosis was acceptable.

But to see it so detailed, even identifying the narrow vertebral canal and spiral-shaped nerves, was this even human? Did he have X-ray vision?

Especially Wang Xuande, he had just spent a full three minutes taking her pulse, and then carefully deliberated and judged before diagnosing the condition, having used all of his ability.

But the other party hadn't even touched her pulse, just took a glance and could come up with this result. This was truly too unbelievable.

If the other party wasn't the wife of the Director of the Medical General Department, he would have truly thought Ye Bufan had brought a shill.

At this moment, Yang Zhengdao's gaze towards Ye Bufan had completely changed. He wasn't arrogant; he truly had ability.

"Young man, you are indeed formidable."

Li Hongxiu also followed up, "The Young man is indeed extraordinary. My illness was diagnosed after visiting many major hospitals and undergoing numerous examinations. I never expected you could diagnose it with just a glance. It's truly amazing."

The couple's praise made Wang Xuande extremely displeased. He snorted coldly and said, "Diagnosis is just the basics. As a doctor, the most important thing is to cure the illness with medicine."

"That's right, this is just the first step, and it can't determine the outcome of the competition yet." Yang Zhengdao looked at the two and said, "You two, my wife's condition is indeed a bit complicated. Do you have any good treatment methods?"

Wang Xuande was already at a disadvantage, and to salvage the situation, he spoke first, "This Old Man has practiced medicine for many years; a small cervical spondylosis won't stump me."

"If Ms. Li receives treatment at my medical clinic, with massage, acupuncture, and supplemented by decoctions, I can cure her within three days."

Li Hongxiu showed a look of joy. She knew that she had seen many Western medicine doctors before, and besides conservative treatment, there were no good treatment plans.

For cervical spondylosis, the best Western medicine approach is surgical treatment, but unfortunately, her condition was not suitable for surgery.

In desperation, she had Yang Zhengdao bring her to the Shenzhen Wang Medical Clinic.

If her cervical spondylosis could be cured in three days, it would truly be invaluable.

Yang Zhengdao also nodded with satisfaction, then turned to Ye Bufan, "Young man, tell me your treatment plan and its effectiveness."

Ye Bufan extended two fingers to form a cross, but before he could speak, Wang Guoan scoffed, "Ten months? That's far too long compared to my grandfather's three days."

He had been extremely displeased seeing his grandfather at a disadvantage just now, and now that the situation had finally turned around a bit, he immediately began to mock him.

"Don't talk nonsense, that's rude." Wang Xuande glared at Wang Guoan and said, "He's only in his twenties, and he hasn't been studying medicine for many years."

"If he can cure Ms. Li's illness in ten months, that would also be extremely rare and valuable."

Wang Guoan quickly said, "Grandpa's lesson is right, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't compare him to Grandpa."

The grandfather and grandson sang in harmony, seemingly admonishing Wang Guoan, but in reality, they were subtly belittling the other party and elevating themselves.

Ye Bufan didn't care, and said with a slight smile, "When did I say it would take ten months to cure?"

Wang Guoan mocked, "Not ten months? Is it ten days then?"

Ye Bufan shook his head, "Ten days is too long. I'm talking about ten minutes."

As soon as he spoke, the people nearby immediately burst into an uproar.

"Is this Young man bragging? Old Man Wang needs three days, but he says only ten minutes…"

"That's impossible. I know cervical spondylosis; it's especially troublesome to treat. How could it be cured in ten minutes…"

"Not necessarily. When he diagnosed just now, he didn't even take a pulse, yet he was incredibly accurate. I have high hopes for this Young man; maybe he's a master…"