Chapter Thirteen: Seeing Through at a Glance

Gao Haisheng shouted, "I am the authority in the field of cardiology and pulmonology! I am the expert! I can tell you with certainty that Elder He's illness is fundamentally incurable by anyone."

"That expert title of yours is worthless in my eyes," Ye Bufan said. "I can also tell you with certainty that diseases Western medicine cannot cure, Chinese medicine can. Diseases you cannot cure, I can!"

Gao Haisheng burst out laughing upon hearing this, saying with disdain, "What a joke, truly a joke. This is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life!

If Chinese medicine could cure diseases, then sows could climb trees!"

Hearing this guy slander Chinese medicine again, Ye Bufan frowned. "Do you dare to make a bet with me? If I can cure Elder He's illness, you must publicly apologize to Chinese medicine across all of Huaxia.

If I lose, this check is yours."

As he spoke, he took out the million-dollar check he had just received at Baicao Hall.

Gao Haisheng shook his head and said, "Elder He is already critically ill. This kind of bet is meaningless."

Ye Bufan said, "What? Are you scared?"

Being repeatedly questioned about his Medical skill by a Young man in his twenties, Gao Haisheng grew angry. "Since you are so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, then I shall teach you a lesson.

Isn't it just a bet? If I lose, I will not only publicly apologize to Chinese medicine in authoritative publications across all of Huaxia, but I will also give you 1 million."

"It's a deal." After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he turned and handed the check in his hand to He Tianqi. "I ask Mr. He to serve as our witness."

After speaking, he started walking toward He Changqing's bedside, but He Shuangshuang flashed in front of him, blocking his path. "Stop right there! You are not allowed to touch my grandfather. He is not a tool for your bets."

Ye Bufan frowned and said, "I am treating your grandfather's illness."

He Shuangshuang stubbornly said, "There is no need. I don't trust you. For Grandfather's illness, I will contact experts from the World Medical Association again."

Cao Xinghua stepped forward and said, "Shuangshuang, Little Ye is indeed a very good Chinese medicine practitioner. Please trust him."

He Shuangshuang said, "Grandpa Cao, you are the only Chinese medicine practitioner I trust. I don't believe he can cure an illness that even you couldn't cure."

Since the bet had been made, Ye Bufan naturally couldn't give up halfway. To convince this stubborn young girl, he said, "How about this?

I will first perform a diagnosis on Elder He. If the diagnosis is correct, (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) you step aside. If it's incorrect, I will turn around and leave."

He Shuangshuang said, "My grandfather is critically ill right now. You cannot touch him."

"No problem. Chinese medicine focuses on inspection, listening, inquiry, and palpation. I can determine the condition through inspection alone."

Ye Bufan already knew He Changqing's condition like the back of his hand. He said, "When the Elder was young, he suffered a gunshot wound to his left lung. Although the injury was not severe, his recovery was poor because he did not recuperate properly afterward.

In recent years, the Elder has frequently consumed alcohol, coupled with catching a chill, which led to the worsening of his lung disease."

He Shuangshuang's expression changed. She hadn't expected the other party's words to be completely accurate, exactly matching her grandfather's situation.

But she still stubbornly said, "Stop saying useless things. Just tell me what the current condition is."

"The current condition is very serious. The texture of both lungs is coarse, the left costophrenic angle is blunted, the right pleura has thickened and adhered, and there is accompanying fluid accumulation.

The upper left lung has old pulmonary tuberculosis, restricted movement, and a tendency for the lung lobe to atrophy. Most importantly, the lung fibrosis has accelerated…"

After hearing this, even Gao Haisheng, who held the lab report in his hand, changed his expression.

He never imagined that what this Young man said was exactly the same as what his precision instruments had detected.

After the shock, He Shuangshuang had a thought and said, "I know now. Grandpa Cao must have told you my grandfather's condition beforehand, which is why you described it so clearly."

Ye Bufan stopped Cao Xinghua, who was about to defend him, and said with a smile, "Since you still don't believe me, let's change tack. Let's talk about your physical condition."

He sized up He Shuangshuang, a playful look appearing on his face. "Overall, your physical condition is quite good. You have been practicing martial arts since childhood. You have a scar on your right leg, and your left arm was injured, which causes aches when it's cloudy or rainy.

Recently, your left chest has been uncomfortable, containing a lump, which is a symptom of hyperplasia.

Also, due to your martial arts practice over the years and poor self-care, cold Qi has entered your body, resulting in painful menstruation, which flared up just two hours ago…"

"You… shut up right now!"

Although Ye Shuangshuang was extremely straightforward and had a tomboyish personality, as a woman, having her private matters exposed in public was ultimately embarrassing.

At the same time, she was extremely shocked internally. If her grandfather's condition could possibly have been told to Ye Bufan by Cao Xinghua, (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) then how did this man know her private matters, which she had never told anyone?

He Tianqi and Gao Haisheng both gaped in astonishment. Although neither of them knew Ye Shuangshuang's physical condition, judging by her reaction, what Ye Bufan said must have been correct.

This ability to clearly see a person's condition with a single glance completely exceeded human imagination. Did he have an X-ray perspective machine attached to his eyes?

The only person who remained relatively calm was Cao Xinghua. He was not too surprised; how could the successor of the Revival Nine Needles be ordinary!

Seeing He Shuangshuang frozen there, Ye Bufan merely smiled slightly, ignored her, walked around, approached the bed, took out his silver needles, and began treating He Changqing's illness.

His needling speed was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he inserted more than ten silver needles into the major acupoints on He Changqing's chest.

After the silver needles were inserted, the tails of the needles began to tremble incessantly, as if they were equipped with electric motors, never stopping for a moment.

"The Revival Nine Needles! This truly is the needle technique of the Revival Nine Needles. Old He is saved this time!"

Cao Xinghua had been watching from the side. Although he could not use the Revival Nine Needles, he had read many records and immediately determined that Ye Bufan was using this specific technique.

Originally, he had been slightly worried, but now he was completely convinced.

At the same time, his expression was incredibly excited. To be able to witness this legendary needle technique in his lifetime, he would have no regrets even if he died.

He Tianqi saw his reaction and asked in surprise, "Uncle Cao, is there anything special about the Revival Nine Needles?"

Cao Xinghua calmed his excited emotions and said, "The Revival Nine Needles is a supreme needle technique recorded in ancient Chinese medical texts. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a Divine Needle.

It encompasses the Major Achievement of Chinese acupuncture. The nine needles summarize nine different techniques, namely Nourishing Qi, Strengthening Tendons, Fortifying Bones, Clearing Meridians… Body Remodeling, and Revival Rebirth.

Legend says that the Revival Nine Needles can save even the dead, earning the beautiful reputation: 'When the soul returns, the Impermanence cries.'"

Hearing Cao Xinghua speak so miraculously, He Tianqi shouted excitedly, "Really? Doesn't that mean my father's illness is curable?"

"Is it really that miraculous?"

He Shuangshuang, recovering her wits, only muttered softly. She felt that Cao Xinghua was exaggerating, but deep down, she still hoped her grandfather could be cured.

Therefore, she didn't say anything more and watched intently from the side as Ye Bufan performed the Revival Nine Needles.