Nianyang scrutinized Madam Shi, who still possessed a graceful deanor, her eye-corners lifted high, her sense of superiority unhidden.
The temperant of the wealthy!
With a slight curve of her lips, she said, "Madam Shi, I’ve studied traditional Chinese dicine since childhood and opened my own clinic. Nuannuan is a good friend of mine. I heard her grandmother is ill, so I ca to take a look. If you don’t believe , I can check your pulse. Why don’t you see if I can really diagnose an illness?"
Shi Yue snorted coldly, displeased by Nianyang’s beauty, her tone sharp, "Traditional Chinese dicine? Who still uses that for treatnt nowadays? Do you think it’s the Qing Dynasty?"
Nianyang laughed lightly, "Traditional Chinese dicine is a national treasure. Without it, our ancestors would have fallen thousands of years ago. How could Hua Country be glorious today? One should never forget their roots."
Shi Anguo stared at Nianyang for several seconds. She is no ordinary person.
Shi Yue sneered again, "You ntioned it was thousands of years. How old are you? How much could you have learned? Most traditional Chinese doctors are frauds, trying to trick people. I’m talking about you!"
Madam Shi naturally did not believe Nianyang either, but with everyone watching, she couldn’t drive her away. That would look bad and damage the Shi Family’s reputation.
"Fine, give it a try then." Madam Shi extended her hand, not believing in pulse diagnosis, thinking it’s all guesswork. Western dical equipnt is the most accurate, and only those old TCM doctors with prestige could diagnose by pulse.
In her eyes, Nianyang was just a child. Could a child even feel a pulse?
Well, let her try and be disappointed, perhaps.
Nianyang took less than a minute to conclude, "Madam Shi, do you experience overheating at night yet fear the cold every autumn, with weakness in your limbs, blackened nails, and frequent cramps?"
The maids who were quietly laughing suddenly froze.
Everyone, including Madam Shi and Shi Anguo, looked at Nianyang as if she were a ghost.
Because Nianyang was right, Madam Shi had suffered from this symptom for several years, and despite seeing doctors and taking dicine, it didn’t improve. Luckily, it only flared up for a few months in autumn each year, and she just endured it.
Honestly, this ailnt doesn’t seem like much.
But if the patient doesn’t ntion it, it’s difficult for doctors to diagnose it.
Now no one dared to laugh at Nianyang. This girl was truly a bit uncanny!
Shi Nuan looked at Nianyang in surprise, her confidence in Nianyang curing her grandmother jumping from a third to two-thirds!
"This... how did you figure that out?" Madam Shi felt strange. Had she really encountered a Divine Doctor? "What is this condition?"
There are many TCM frauds, but there are genuinely gifted ones too.
Nianyang smiled slightly, "Madam Shi, you suffer from Sha Lin, with a wiry, deep, and astringent pulse. It’s a chronic condition. I’ll prescribe you a redy, and you’ll recover in half a month."
Before Madam Shi spoke, Shi Yue interjected, "Mom, don’t believe her. Everyone knows about your condition at ho. Maybe Shi Nuan told her. Don’t take her prescription."
Right, she almost forgot. What if Shi Nuan told her?
Madam Shi cald down a bit. Nianyang turned to Shi Yue, "If Third Miss Shi doesn’t believe, why don’t I try checking your pulse?"
Shi Yue, not believing in Nianyang’s ability, arrogantly extended her hand,
"Go ahead, diagnose . I want to see what conclusion you can co to."......
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