"Yo, you old immortal has come too!"
Weng Dehai naturally saw Jiang Yichun over there, and he walked over amidst the crowd, his old face showing a teasing smile, "What, are you also here for President Fan's five million yuan consultation fee?"
Facing Weng Dehai's mocking and disdainful demeanor, Jiang Yichun gave him an even worse look, "Your grandpa is not talented, I can't compare to you, you brat!"
This exchange surprised Wan Yunting.
On the other hand, Lu Chun, Yang Anhe, and He Chang and his group were accustomed to it, as if they had long witnessed these two old fellows, with their necks buried halfway, bickering and fighting like this.
Weng Dehai cast a disdainful glance at Jiang Yichun with his old eyes, and chuckled, "Stubborn old fools like you, who are so self-righteous and don't believe in the afterlife, are destined to not go far in the medical field."
"So you should go back to the Southern Traditional Chinese Medicine department, continue to guard your dean position, and retire to the west."
These words made Lu Chun, Yang Anhe, and the other Chinese medicine practitioners look at each other and chuckle in their hearts.
Indeed, Weng Dehai pursued worldly fame and fortune, and was smooth in his dealings with people, getting along well with most.
Unlike Jiang Yichun, according to common saying, he was a traditional and stubborn old man, so everyone disliked interacting with him.
"Brat, are you looking for a fight again?"
Jiang Yichun's old face was filled with anger as he pointed at Weng Dehai, "Do you really think that just because others flatter you, you are a divine doctor? In my eyes, you're not even a fart."
"Heh, I might be nothing, but at least I'm louder than your stink!" Weng Dehai gave Jiang Yichun a disdainful look, sneering sarcastically.
"Bah, if you have the guts, let's compare who's fart is louder..."
"Come on, let's compare..."
For a moment, Jiang Yichun and Weng Dehai were about to compete to see whose fart was louder...
This left Wan Yunting astonished. It was hard to imagine that medical practitioners of their stature would engage in such childish farting contests.
The surrounding people also felt helpless, but after seeing it often, they became accustomed to it. However, seeing them arguing more and more fiercely and preparing to get physical, Wan Yunting, He Chang, Lu Chun, Yang Anhe, and the others all stepped forward, pulled Jiang Yichun and Weng Dehai apart, and quickly soothed them, telling them to stop making a fuss.
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked out, it was Fan Xingfa, who said to them, "Two elders, instead of making a scene at my doorstep, why don't you hurry inside and see my daughter?"
"President Fan, please rest assured, with my master here, we will definitely cure your daughter's illness today!"
A young man named Dong Yuanlang, carrying a medical chest made of nanmu wood on his shoulder, was Weng Dehai's apprentice.
"Boastful." Jiang Yichun snorted coldly.
Weng Dehai squinted at him, "Old immortal Jiang, why don't we compete today and see who can figure out what illness President Fan's daughter has!"
"Deal."
Jiang Yichun's old eyes widened, and he pointed at Wan Yunting, who was quietly following beside him, "With Young Wan here today, how can this old man be afraid of you!"
"Young Wan?"
It was only then that Weng Dehai and his disciple noticed Wan Yunting beside him.
Lu Chun and the others immediately whispered the introduction of Wan Yunting's identity to Weng Dehai.
Instantly, his disciple Dong Yuanlang laughed, "Old Jiang, your Southern Traditional Chinese Medicine department is becoming less and less principled when recruiting people. You dare to use someone who has been in prison!"
This remark caused others around to chuckle, as they simply didn't take Wan Yunting seriously.
"Hmph, as expected, a teacher has the kind of disciple they teach!"
Facing Dong Yuanlang daring to speak to him like that, Jiang Yichun snorted coldly, his face filled with disdain.
Weng Dehai was indifferent, ignoring Wan Yunting, and no longer bothering with Jiang Yichun, he followed Fan Xingfa into the villa.
"Young Wan, let's go in too."
Saying this, Jiang Yichun pulled Wan Yunting along, but he chuckled softly, "Old Jiang, aren't you afraid that I'll mess up and disgrace you?"
"No matter."
Jiang Yichun waved his hand, his old eyes glaring at Weng Dehai and the others walking ahead, and he snorted, "If you really can't figure out President Fan's daughter's illness, then he, Weng Dehai, won't be able to either!"
This made Wan Yunting shake his head and smile, saying nothing more.
Fan Xingfa led them to the villa's main entrance, and then invited only Weng Dehai and his disciple, along with Lu Chun, Yang Anhe, and the other physicians who had not yet examined his daughter, upstairs.
As for He Chang and the others, the physicians who had already examined her were strictly forbidden from entering, to avoid any noise that might disturb the patient.
Wan Yunting and Jiang Yichun followed, and everyone went directly to the second floor, arriving at a boudoir. Inside, they saw a middle-aged noblewoman, Fan Xingfa's wife, and a young man, his son.
On a large bed lay a woman around twenty-five years old, of good looks, Fan Xingfa's daughter, Fan Siqi. As she had a low-grade fever, she was sleeping.
Fan Xingfa asked Wan Yunting and Jiang Yichun, who had just entered, to be quiet, and they walked to the bedside. Looking at Fan Siqi lying there, they saw that her face and neck skin had fine red spots. If her quilt were lifted to examine her entire body, she would have the same red spots.
These cherry-like hemangiomas looked terrifying.
However, this was not a symptom of hemangioma on the skin. Although it looked like a skin disease, after examination in the hospital and diagnosis by so many Chinese medicine practitioners, they could not determine what illness the small red spots on Fan Siqi's body were!
Everyone quietly gathered around the bed, carefully observing the symptoms of the small red spots on the patient's body...
Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow. Judging from the patient's external symptoms, just like Jiang Yichun, Weng Dehai, and the others, he was unable to determine what illness the small red spots on the patient's body were!
"Old immortal Jiang, who goes first?" Weng Dehai turned his head and said.
Jiang Yichun glanced at him, "You go first, brat, so you don't say Grandpa is bullying you!"
"Alright, then I'll respectfully accept."
Weng Dehai's old face was quite arrogant. His disciple Dong Yuanlang immediately pulled a chair from the side, and he swaggered to sit by the bed. Then, he took out the patient's right hand from under the quilt and looked at the small red spots on her wrist.
Dong Yuanlang placed a pulse cushion under her wrist, and Weng Dehai placed his three fingers on the patient's pulse. His old eyes narrowed, and he began to seriously diagnose the patient's pulse.
Lu Chun, Yang Anhe, and several other experienced middle-aged physicians saw Weng Dehai make the first move, and they naturally stood aside, not daring to discuss loudly, only speaking in hushed tones, believing that with Old Weng's expertise, he would surely diagnose Fan Xingfa's daughter's illness.
Wan Yunting and Jiang Yichun stood to the side, also quietly watching Weng Dehai. After examining the patient's right hand, he switched to the left hand.
After diagnosing for a full five minutes, his old brows furrowed, revealing an expression of incomprehension.
"Could it be that even Old Weng cannot diagnose the illness?"
Seeing his expression, Lu Chun and Yang Anhe exchanged glances, secretly surprised. Was this patient's illness truly that strange?
As Weng Dehai released the patient's wrist, his old eyes opened, and he looked at Fan Siqi on the bed, "It's really strange. Judging from this girl's pulse, she only has a low-grade fever and a mild cold, accompanied by Yin deficiency with fire exuberance, but no other significant symptoms. But what exactly are these small red spots on her skin?"
"Old Weng, you can't do anything either?"
Fan Xingfa was somewhat desperate. Weng Dehai was known as Divine Doctor Weng in the Hua Du Chinese medicine community, but even he couldn't figure it out. Could it be that his daughter's illness was truly incurable?
"Alas, I must admit my limited knowledge and truly cannot diagnose what these small red spots on President Fan's daughter's skin are." Weng Dehai did not dare to make arbitrary judgments about the patient's symptoms to enhance his reputation.
After all, the symptoms of the small red spots on the patient's body were indeed very peculiar. Many hospitals and Chinese medicine practitioners had treated her before without resolving the red spots on her body. Therefore, Weng Dehai dared not make a diagnosis and treatment randomly.
Although he had boasted to Jiang Yichun just now, he dared not gamble with his future reputation. If he prescribed medicine and it didn't work, and something went wrong, it would be a big trouble.
So Weng Dehai got up, turned his head and said to Lu Chun and the others, "I am unable to help. I wonder if any of you have figured out what these little red spots on this girl are?"
Yang Anhe and the other physicians shook their heads one after another, "Since even Old Weng cannot figure it out, we are even more helpless."
Seeing this, Weng Dehai smiled, and his old eyes slanted at Jiang Yichun, "Old immortal Jiang, it's your turn!"