Chapter 647

Boom, 90% of the people present stood up. Everyone looked at yehaoxuan with eyes full of light. The firmness in their eyes represented their position.

"Vice Minister Yu, what do you have to say?" Zhaoziqian smiled faintly.

"You..." yuwenguang glared at zhaoziqian angrily, and he shouted, "you've already planned it, haven't you?"

Why did the eight schools of traditional Chinese medicine come here? It must have been an invitation from zhaoziqian. During his reign, zhaoziqian vigorously supported traditional Chinese medicine, and he got some supporters. Yu Wenguang sat down angrily. He looked at Liu Qingfu, who was pulling his head.

Seeing zhaoziqian's eyes, Liu Qingfu was inspired by his lack of freedom and almost broke things. Fortunately, he kept his hands open for preparation.

With a calm face, Liu ran to one side, dialed a phone, and then ordered a few words.

Just when yehaoxuan stood up and wanted to say a few words, the door of the conference room was opened from the outside. A group of people pushed a middle-aged man into the room. The middle-aged man looked very good. He didn't look seriously ill, but his face was a little pale.

"Doctor, is there a doctor? Come out and breathe." A man wearing a black vest and tattoos shouted to the central station.

"There are doctors here. What can I do for you?" Someone asked on one side.

"It's said that all the people who came here today are famous doctors. This is my brother. I don't know what's wrong. I've been unconscious all the time. Come to see a famous doctor." The tattooed man said proudly.

"Let me have a look." Yehaoxuan knew that the goods were coming for him. He smiled and walked forward unhurriedly.

"Yeh, I think this patient is very ill. Don't start at random to cure someone." Liu Feifang on the other side said coldly.

"You are not qualified to speak here. If you think you have excellent medical skills, you can come and have a look." Yehaoxuan said lightly.

"OK, I'll go up and have a look. Your medical skills are good, but I'll let you know today that you can't be an excellent doctor without decades of experience." Liu Feifei sneered and walked forward.

Looking at the patient's face, yehaoxuan was puzzled. It seemed that his complexion was not seriously ill, but his appearance was somewhat depressed. Yehaoxuan walked forward and touched the patient's pulse. His face changed slightly.

He couldn't touch the patient's pulse, but the man was alive, with body temperature and breathing, but strangely, his pulse didn't beat at all.

In doubt, Liu Feifang sneered: "Dr. ye, do you see what the patient is sick? Do you want me to remind you?"

In fact, yehaoxuan has already determined that these people were picked up by liufuqing, and this is a backup for them. Liufuqing must know what the patient is like. If yehaoxuan can't see it, he will take this opportunity to make trouble.

Before yehaoxuan could answer, Liu feiqing turned around and sneered: "Mr. Yuan, you are a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. Why don't you come and see what's going on? And the rest of you, aren't you the representatives of the eight major schools of traditional Chinese medicine? You might as well come and have a look?"

There was a sullen look on the faces of several people. In fact, the hearts of all the people were clear. It must be Liu Qianfeng who was making trouble. But looking at his arrogant appearance, everyone was quite upset.

You, Liu Qingtong, hold the point that you say you are a national. In fact, with his medical skills, he is at most a second-rate product. What if I don't give you face and call you Liu?

Some people think they have worked as imperial doctors for several years. After coming out, they make money through their own reputation. They really don't deserve to be called a traditional Chinese medicine.

"Let me see..." old Liu, who was sent by Wen Bu, stepped forward and felt the pulse for the patient, but his face changed dramatically.

He looked at the patient in some doubt, turned his pupils and asked, "what's wrong with you?"

"Not anywhere?" Cried a bald man on one side.

Mr. Liu confirmed that the goods really didn't have any pulse. Then he thought hard and looked puzzled.

"Lao Liu, what's the situation? Are you sure?" The other old man of cold school asked in surprise.

You know, as a descendant of the eight schools of traditional Chinese medicine, Wen Bu school, Liu Lao has excellent medical skills. Even if he can't cure difficult diseases, he will definitely make it clear under the pulse, but he didn't expect to be able to grasp this person's disease.

"I can only say, weird." Old Liu shook his head.

"Let me see." The old man walked forward and took a pulse. He was not surprised by the freedom Lord, and then retreated silently.

People from the eight schools of traditional Chinese medicine took turns to fight, but they looked different. Some were confused, some were surprised, and some shook their heads.

Even old yuan came forward to feel his pulse, looking puzzled.

"Well, I can't tell what the disease is?" Liu Feifei sneered.

"The patient has no pulse, which has gone against the common sense of the world. Liu Qingtong, would you like to tell me about the patient?" Old Liu mused.

"Ha ha, you are also called the eight schools of traditional Chinese medicine. You claim to be able to resist half the sky in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. I don't think you can beat it." Liu Fei laughed wildly.

The faces of all the people changed dramatically. Liu Qingfu's words were so outrageous that they offended all the eight people present.

Although they knew that this must be the ghost of Liu Qingtong, they really couldn't tell why, so they had to shake their heads.

"Yehaoxuan, you can't even see this little problem. You'd better be the president. Let's give up the job as soon as possible." Liu Feifei sneered.

"Even if I let you do it, you can't do it." Yehaoxuan said faintly. As he said this, he subconsciously looked into the patient's double viscera. His heart moved. This unintentional look made him see the clue.

The patient's double viscera were slightly uplifted, as if there was something stuffed underneath.

Yehaoxuan smiled faintly. He had found the problem. He said coldly, "besides, I have seen the clue of this man's illness."

"Xiaoye, you see, what's the situation? The living man has no pulse. It's against common sense." Old Liu shook his head and said.

"Yes, I have been practicing medicine for so many years and have never encountered such a strange phenomenon. Please explain to us old men what is the disease of this man?"

People from other schools of traditional Chinese medicine came forward one after another, looking forward to seeing yehaoxuan, hoping that he could give an answer.

"It's very simple, because this person just pretends to be sick." Yehaoxuan smiled faintly.

As soon as yehaoxuan's voice fell, Liu Qingfu's face suddenly changed.

"What are you talking about? You really didn't pretend to be ill. My brother has been ill for a long time. Don't talk nonsense. Believe it or not, I'll beat you." The tattooed man on one side scolded.

"Yes, it's also a famous doctor. You hide your pulse for me to see what's wrong."

"You still want to be the president, and you don't take care of yourself?"

The people who carried the patient in one after another were agitated. They raised their eyebrows and eyes at yehaoxuan. They had a tendency to fight if they didn't agree with each other.

Yehaoxuan said nothing. He walked up to the patient and suddenly hit him in the chest with a fierce fist.

The sick patient was caught off guard and punched in the chest. He shouted, jumped up and waved at yehaoxuan.

This guy looks like a gangster. His ruffian character can't be erased. When yehaoxuan punches him, he immediately arouses his ruffian character. A gangster is a gangster. When he provokes him, he immediately forgets to act.

In fact, yehaoxuan's punch was not heavy at all. It was just to irritate the guy. Sure enough, the goods couldn't stand any stimulation and wouldn't suffer any loss.

But his hands moved, and two iron balls a little larger than walnuts fell from his bowels and rolled to the ground.

"What is this?" The crowd looked at the two iron balls falling on the ground and asked in surprise.

Liu Qingtong's face changed. He knew it was over.

Yehaoxuan pointed to the two iron balls and said, "when the arteries under the Fu fossa are oppressed, they will affect the blood circulation and make people's pulse appear temporary abnormalities or even stop beating. Therefore, I can only say that this person is not sick."

"So it is." People suddenly realized.

"Liu Qingtong, although your medical skills are not in the class, you are a man with a face. Do you think it's interesting to play these treacherous tricks?" Zhaoziqian on the stage said coldly.

"I... I..." Liu Qingfu turned pale.

"From today on, you are no longer a royal doctor. What else have you done in your herbal hall over the years? You must know that I have organized relevant departments to investigate and deal with your herbal hall. In the future, you can change your profession."

There was no doubt that zhaoziqian's words sounded like thunder in liuqianfeng's ears. He hurriedly looked for help at yuwenguang.

Unexpectedly, Yu Wenguang, who had been standing on his side, pinned his head to one side and ignored him.

Liu Qing's heart sank and he knew it was over this time.

Just then, his mobile phone rang, and Liu Yihe's anxious voice came out: "Dad, our herbal hall has been sealed up, and suddenly someone came to audit the accounts... What shall we do?"

Liuqing was so dark that he almost fainted. No one knows better than him what the herbal hall has done in recent years.

The high medical fee is not a big deal. The key is that the amount of inferior drugs, even fake drugs, involved is large enough for him to spend the rest of his life in prison.

"Get out, there are policemen waiting outside." Yehaoxuan waved to him.