Chapter 677: This Is My Specialty

"Hehe, there really aren't many young people who can get up this early. Young man, don't you intend to learn?" Just then, Zhu Yiwen chuckled and looked at Chen Yu.

"Thank you, Zhu Lao, but I don't need this." Chen Yu smiled.

"You young people really should pay attention to your own bodies," Zhu Yiwen said, looking at Chen Yu. "Drinking and staying up late are bad for your health. The reason I am publicly demonstrating our Zhu Family's Health Preservation Technique in the square is because I feel for you young people."

"Haha, I am very grateful for Zhu Lao's anxiety for the younger generation, but not all young people are as Zhu Lao imagines," Chen Yu laughed.

"Then let me take your pulse. Although I am not some top-tier famous doctor, I come from an Aristocratic Family of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I can tell if your body is in a sub-healthy state just by taking your pulse," Zhu Yiwen said with a chuckle.

"You? Take my pulse?" Chen Yu looked at the old man, feeling stifled. He believed the old man had no ill intentions, but the old man likely didn't know that when it came to the path of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Chen Yu had never truly yielded to anyone.

"That's right, the title of Medicine King that I, this old man, hold didn't come for nothing," Zhu Yiwen said with a chuckle.

"Really, there is no need, thank you, Zhu Lao," Chen Yu said, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration.

"You person, why are you so unappreciative?" The girl named Zhu Zifu who was to the side walked over. "Although my grandfather's fame is not equal to the Three Heads of the Imperial Hospital, he is still a famous doctor in his own right; it's just that the people he treats are the common masses."

"Now, all the major medical institutions in Shengjing are breaking their heads trying to book him for lectures or consultations. My grandfather is now offering to take your pulse and diagnose your sub-healthy body, and you actually refuse?"

"That's right, young people are truly too impetuous. Zhu Lao often gives lectures on the Health channel of CCTV. Do you know how expensive his appearance fee is?"

"Exactly, the Zhu Family Immortal Ganoderma Hall has a history of several hundred years. For Zhu Lao to show up for a consultation, even a 'Lao Huang' appointment fee is bid up to over ten thousand."

The onlookers stepped forward one after another, pointing fingers at Chen Yu. In their view, for this Medicine King Zhu Lao to make an appearance, only high-ranking officials with power over a region would be qualified to have him take action.

Chen Yu, this young passerby, actually refused Zhu Lao's good intentions. Young people really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

"The reason I refused is because I am clear that my own body has no illness, and even less so any sub-health. So I appreciate Zhu Lao's good intentions, but I really don't need it," Chen Yu said calmly.

"Young man, don't be so dogmatic. Nowadays, young people stay up late and drink; there are few whose bodies are truly healthy. The reason I am promoting our Zhu Family's Health Preservation Technique in the square is that I feel anxious for you young people and want to change your habits through the health methods inherited in Huaxia," Zhu Yiwen said with a chuckle.

"I really have no illness. I am also a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine myself. Coincidentally, Traditional Chinese Medicine is exactly the field I am most proficient in, so I know best in my own heart how my body is," Chen Yu smiled.

Once Chen Yu's words were out, the surroundings went quiet. A moment later, a burst of mocking laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Haha, this person must be a fool."

"Definitely a fool. He dares to say that Traditional Chinese Medicine is his field of expertise in front of Zhu Lao?"

"Haha, he really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth at all. Does he really not know who Zhu Lao is?"

"An Aristocratic Family of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and he even holds the title of Medicine King, with strength not below the Three Heads of the Imperial Hospital. He says he is proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine to Zhu Lao's face?"

A group of people mocked Chen Yu without mercy. In their view, Chen Yu was just a greenhorn who had just stepped into society; he probably hadn't experienced the harsh beatings of society yet.

"Hehe, young man, it is a good thing that you understand Traditional Chinese Medicine. This shows that among the younger generation, there are still people who like our inherited culture." Zhu Yiwen looked at Chen Yu with surprise, then chuckled: "But Traditional Chinese Medicine is broad and profound; many things within it can only be understood intuitively and cannot be put into words. Don't think that just because you've read a few medical books, you truly understand Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"That's right, my grandfather is 88 years old this year and has been studying medicine since he was 6. He has been dealing with Traditional Chinese Medicine and herbs for over seventy years. Even he wouldn't dare say he completely understands Traditional Chinese Medicine, let alone you?" Zhu Zifu, to the side, looked at Chen Yu with some disdain.

"Zhu Lao is right. Many things in Traditional Chinese Medicine require years of experience to summarize. Its broad and profound nature is not something anyone can fully fathom," Chen Yu smiled. "But I said, this field happens to be the one I am proficient in. If Zhu Lao doesn't believe me, let's have a friendly exchange."

"Doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

"You are qualified to have an exchange with Zhu Lao? Zhu Lao is the Chief President of the China Traditional Chinese Medicine Association."

"Hehe, truly a newborn calf that is not afraid of the tiger. Zhu Lao, teach him a lesson so he doesn't suffer the beatings of society later."

The surrounding people exploded with a bang. They felt Chen Yu was just showing off. This was the Medicine King Zhu Yiwen! The Zhu Family Aristocratic Family of Traditional Chinese Medicine, with hundreds of years of history and heritage—this kid must be crazy.

"Are you sure?" Zhu Yiwen looked at Chen Yu with surprise, then chuckled: "Young man, I won't be holding back for your sake in a moment."

"Zhu Lao, please don't show any mercy," Chen Yu smiled.

"Good, not bad, quite confident. What is your name?" The look in Zhu Yiwen's eyes as he looked at Chen Yu held some appreciation. "Tell me, how shall we compete?"

"Any way is fine. Since it is Traditional Chinese Medicine, let's start from looking, listening, pulse-taking, and questioning, then move to decoctions and formulas, and acupuncture and meridian points, how about that?" Chen Yu smiled.

"Good, then let's start now," Zhu Yiwen laughed heartily. "Everyone present, anyone over thirty-five years old will have some problems with their body to some extent, right? Why don't we choose from the crowd? Is there anyone willing to be our two lab rats?"

"I'm willing, I'm willing."

When the onlookers heard there was such a good thing, they immediately became excited. This was a personal diagnosis by Zhu Yiwen; what a great opportunity.

As for Chen Yu, no one took him seriously. They only cared about having their pulse taken by Zhu Yiwen.

Soon, some enthusiastic people brought over a long table and a few stools. Chen Yu and Zhu Yiwen sat down, one on the left and one on the right.

"Good, let's start with you," Zhu Yiwen pointed to a man in his forties in the crowd.

"Alright, thank you, Zhu Lao." The man was overjoyed, hurried forward to sit down, and extended his wrist.

"I'll call you Little Chen, young man. You are the junior, you go first," Zhu Yiwen smiled.

"I am already done, Zhu Lao, please." Chen Yu had only glanced at the man calmly, and he already had a clear idea in his heart.

"You don't need to take his pulse, you don't need to ask?" Zhu Yiwen looked at Chen Yu with surprise.

"No need, just one look is enough," Chen Yu smiled calmly.