Urban Super Medical Saint

After the old man sat up straight, Ge Dongxu didn't hesitate but instead skillfully and precisely manipulated the Lung Shu acupoints, Spleen Shu acupoints, Kidney Shu acupoints, and the previously mentioned Heaven Rushing acupoints and Asthma Relief acupoints, pressing and kneading them back and forth, occasionally tapping and rubbing.

About five or six minutes later, Ge Dongxu was so tired that sweat was faintly dripping from his forehead when the old man's chest suddenly began to heave violently, and a flush of color spread across his face. The old man quickly grabbed a tissue to cover his mouth and then let out a violent cough that produced a mouthful of thick phlegm.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

With that mouthful of phlegm coughed out, the old man took a thorough breath of relief, a look of contentment and comfort on his face, as if he had just had a chilled bayberry juice on a June day, saying, "That feels so good, I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time!"

Seeing the old man's comfortable expression, Tang Yiyuan was involuntarily shaken all over and, without bothering to greet the old man, hurriedly reached out to grab the old man's wrist and started taking his pulse.

This pulse examination left Tang Yiyuan utterly astounded.

Before, when he had taken the old man's pulse, it was clearly a taut pulse, an asthma pulse. But now, although his pulse was still taut, it had improved a lot, moving towards a state of composure and ease, neither sinking nor floating, neither fine nor overflowing; the rhythm was even -- this is the pulse of a healthy person, that is to say, a normal pulse.

But how could this be possible? The old man's asthma had just seemed quite severe, but now there were signs of recovery, just because of the young man's few moments of kneading the acupoints! That was simply too miraculous.

Tang Yiyuan naturally didn't know that the few minutes of kneading that Ge Dongxu had done, which seemed simple, were actually using a lost technique, and moreover, he had stimulated True Qi while kneading. It was precisely for this reason that Ge Dongxu had broken into a sweat in just a few short minutes.

The effects of such kneading were naturally miraculous!

Ge Dongxu, after all, was young and only focused on curing the old man's asthma, without considering that doing so was too shocking and disruptive. It wasn't until he saw Tang Yiyuan's expression that he suddenly realized he had gone too far. But by then it was obviously too late, so Ge Dongxu pretended not to notice Tang Yiyuan's shocked expression and, smiling at the old man, said, "Your current condition is only temporary, and you'll need to persistently take Chinese medicine for a period of time before you can completely eradicate your asthma. If you trust me, I'll write you a prescription, and you should be completely healed after taking it for two weeks."

"Trust you, of course I trust you. Thank you so much, doctor," the old man quickly nodded, as if afraid that if he was too slow, Ge Dongxu might change his mind.

Seeing the old man nodding eagerly, Tang Yiyuan felt somewhat embarrassed, but even more so, he was shocked by the medical skills Ge Dongxu had displayed.

Since it had already come to this, Ge Dongxu didn't bother with modesty. Seeing the old man nodding, he took out paper and a pen from his bag, swiftly wrote a prescription, and handed it to the old man, saying, "Just take this prescription to get the medicine, and take it for two weeks."

As the old man took the prescription, Tang Yiyuan hesitated for a moment and said somewhat sheepishly, "Young man, may I take a look at your prescription?"

"What, afraid I wrote the wrong prescription, endangering grandma's condition?" Ge Dongxu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"No, no. The young man has already proven his medical skills, and I deeply admire that. Now I'm just curious and would like to see your prescription," Tang Yiyuan quickly said, his old face turning slightly red.

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He asked for the prescription out of curiosity to see it for himself, but also with a tinge of skepticism, always wondering if he could find any faults.

The prescription was written by Ge Dongxu, and at this moment, the elder did not consider Tang Yiyuan's face, but looked to Ge Dongxu, obviously waiting for his nod before she was willing to let Tang Yiyuan review it.

"Then take a look, anyway, it's not such an incredible prescription," Ge Dongxu said nonchalantly.

Upon hearing this, the elder handed the prescription to Tang Yiyuan, who had just taken it and had not yet had the chance to scrutinize it closely before being struck by the powerful and vigorous calligraphy that danced across the paper, involuntarily exclaiming, "Good writing!"

Shortly after, Tang Yiyuan started to examine the prescription in detail.

"Angelica, prepared Rehmannia root, dried tangerine peel, pinellia, poria, roasted licorice..." Tang Yiyuan murmured as he read along. After he finished, he thought it over carefully and could not help showing a hint of admiration on his face, standing up to bow with clasped hands towards Ge Dongxu, "I was quite offensive just now, please don't take it to heart, young sir!"

After looking at the prescription Ge Dongxu had written, and comparing it to what he would have prescribed for the elder, Tang Yiyuan found Ge Dongxu's to be superior, leaving him with no room for criticism. And if he were to draft one himself, he certainly couldn't have come up with something as sophisticated. He finally let go of the disdain he had held for Ge Dongxu, realizing that although this young man might not have as comprehensive knowledge in traditional Chinese medicine or as much clinical experience as him, he undoubtedly excelled in treating asthma and also had unique approaches for treating children's diseases.

Seeing that Tang Yiyuan, a university professor who was much older than himself, bowed and apologized, Ge Dongxu felt somewhat embarrassed and hastily stood up to return the gesture, "Hehe, it's nothing, I'm young, so misunderstanding is normal. Besides, I really only know these few tricks."

Tang Yiyuan felt a secret relief when he heard Ge Dongxu say that he only knew these few tricks; otherwise, if someone so young could treat any disease with ease, wouldn't it make him, a lifelong student of traditional Chinese medicine, seem incapable?

Although Ge Dongxu spoke modestly, Tang Yiyuan knew that just with that skill alone, Ge Dongxu had already qualified to be listed among the prominent doctors of Jiangnan Province. So, although he was relieved, he did not have the slightest intention of underestimating Ge Dongxu, hastily saying, "That's already very impressive. May I ask which famous doctor you apprenticed under?"

"My master has passed away and was not fond of people mentioning his name during his lifetime, so I ask for your understanding that I'm not at liberty to reveal it," Ge Dongxu replied hesitantly.

His master possessed strange arts, but due to a brain injury, he suffered from amnesia, only recalling some past events when he was on his deathbed. He advised Ge Dongxu not to reveal his name lightly to others before surpassing the realm of his master's cultivation, lest it bring unnecessary trouble.

Ge Dongxu did not understand this before, but as he aged, he gradually began to understand. His master feared that even the innocent could be charged simply for possessing a gem, and what his master had passed on was not just medical knowledge but also the secret arts of the mysterious sect.

An old saying goes, "Heroes with martial power may violate prohibitions," and since ancient times, those in power have always been wary of those who wield martial power—let alone someone like Ge Dongxu, who has superpowers.

The tradition of Chinese medicine has a long history, and since ancient times, it has not lacked extraordinary individuals who stay hidden in the city or retreat to the mountains, not keen on being disturbed. Such people still exist in today's society, which Tang Yiyuan was somewhat aware of. So when he heard Ge Dongxu say this, it dispelled the previous amazement at his wonderful medical skills. However, learning that his master had passed away did bring some disappointment, as he had hoped to meet him.

ps: I recommend a new book by my good friend Tomorrow and Tomorrow called "My Big and Small Beautiful Flowers"; readers who like urban romance stories should not miss it.

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