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"You sure know how to talk." Hou Xiaoya said with a smile.

"Actually, it doesn't matter even if Uncle Hou drinks that much wine." Zhang Yu said.

When he said this, Hou Guoyi once again looked at him, thinking in his heart, This brat is rather interesting!

"Little Zhang, what's so special about saying these words?" The old man still had quite a bit of trust in Zhang Yu. After all, Zhang Yu was still a doctor. As a doctor, he would never say such words for no reason at all.

"There is no doubt that drinking alcohol will worsen Uncle Hou's condition." Zhang Yu then slowly explained, "However, if Uncle Hou is willing to do the treatment that I told you to do, drinking a bit of alcohol is not a big deal."

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, Hou Guoyi's eyes lit up. He asked, "Are you serious?"

For a person who loved alcohol, the most difficult thing to do was to not touch alcohol. For this reason, Hou Guoyi had a headache. Now that Zhang Yu had suggested that he could drink, how could he not be happy?

At this moment, Hou Guoyi, who had been prejudiced against Zhang Yu a while ago, actually started to look at Zhang Yu with a better eye now.

Uncle Hou, if you trust me, I can naturally help you solve this problem. However, I have to tell you in advance that this illness has dragged on for too long.

"As long as you let me drink, I will listen to you." Hou Guoyan slammed the table, extremely direct.

It could be seen that this illness had truly tortured him quite a bit.

"Alright, with Uncle Hou's words, I am relieved." Zhang Yu chuckled.

"Alright, alright, alright. We'll talk about the treatment later. Everyone should eat now. If you keep talking, the food will get cold." The old man said happily.

"Come, Doctor Zhang, have some more meat," Hou Xiaoya said as she directly picked a piece of meat from Zhang Yu's bowl. "You won't be able to eat our pork chops outside."

"Oh, is there such a thing?" When Zhang Yu heard this, he hurriedly picked it up and took a bite. Instantly, the fragrance of meat filled his mouth, "Hmm, the taste is indeed good. After eating it, it makes you feel even more nostalgic."

"Of course, it's my mother's doing." Hou Xiaoya said proudly, "My mom usually doesn't cook. You've coincidentally met her today."

"Then I'll have to eat some more." Zhang Yu smiled as he picked up another piece of Red Braised Meat for himself.

During the meal, Zhang Yu did not only eat, he also very politely toasted the wine one by one. Every time before drinking, he would always say, "I'll do it, you can do it." He said it in a way that made everyone else feel comfortable.

After the meal, they chatted for a while more before Zhang Yu began to work on Hou Guoyi's pulse.

"I'm asking what era it is, but you still have the chance to check your pulse? Is this really feasible?" Hou Guoyi's tone was filled with doubt.

However, Zhang Yu had come empty-handed, so it was fine. What kind of apparatus do you need, order them, send someone to get it, and you will be able to find out the root of the illness just by checking the pulse? Isn't this nonsense?

Indeed, for an old ailment like Hou Guiyi, it was impossible to see anything practical just by checking one's pulse. However, Zhang Yu was not really relying on this thing to treat patients.

The reason why he felt his pulse was to deceive others. Actually, with a pair of mysterious eyes, Zhang Yu already knew most of the condition of Hou Guoyi's body.

However, even if Zhang Yu knew the situation, he couldn't just say it out loud. How could he believe this? What if his secret was exposed?

Therefore, it was necessary to take his pulse and put on an act.

"Uncle Hou, pulse reading is the most common step in Chinese medicine. You must not underestimate this knowledge." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"You even know Chinese medicine?" This time, Hou Xiaoya was puzzled and asked, "Aren't you the doctor from the number one hospital in Lin Jiang city? I remember that place isn't a Chinese Medical Hospital?"

Zhang Yu nodded and said with a smile, "It is indeed not a Chinese Medical Hospital, but there are places where Chinese Western Medicine is interconnected." Zhang Yu nodded and said with a smile, "Indeed, it is not a Chinese Medical Hospital, but there are places where Chinese Western Medicine is interlinked with Chinese Western Medicine.

Zhang Yu didn't care that much. As long as he could convince them, he would just spout nonsense. After all, spouting nonsense wouldn't cause anyone's death.

Everyone was also stunned by Zhang Yu's words. After all, they did not know much about these areas. However, when they saw Zhang Yu's serious and serious expression, they were half convinced and half doubtful of his words.

"Then what did you see?" Hou Guoyi asked.

Zhang Yu held his breath for a moment and asked, "Is Uncle Hou's pain an inch or so above his right knee?"

"You can do this just by checking your pulse?" Hou Guoyi's shocked expression confirmed what Zhang Yu had just said.

Zhang Yu smiled, but didn't answer him. He continued to ask, "Does Uncle Hou's pain happen once or twice a month, and it's happening more and more frequently lately?"

"Yes, yes, yes. It was because of the pain that my uncle came back to rest." Hou Xiaoya replied, "Zhang Yu, quickly tell me, what should we do with this disease?"

Zhang Yu waved his hand to indicate for her to calm down. Then, he slowly said, "Uncle Hou, if you want to cure your illness, the most important thing must be to start from the cause."

"Uncle Hou had been on the battlefield before and had been wounded by gunshot wounds. I wonder if I'm right?" Zhang Yu asked.

Initially, everyone was still doubtful and worried about Zhang Yu. However, upon hearing his words, everyone was stunned.

After all, the personal circumstances of a soldier of high status like Hou Guoyi were generally not allowed to be leaked out, especially when he had been shot and wounded. Only some private doctors would know about this.

He didn't expect Zhang Yu to know about this matter just by counting a few meridians. This was truly astonishing.

"This... This is really too godly, "the old man sighed," Little Zhang, how exactly do you know this? Just by relying on your pulse to know all this, isn't this a bit too inconceivable!? "

For example, when Uncle Hou walked, his legs were a bit unbalanced. I already guessed that the problem might be with his feet, or maybe he's not allowed to drink alcohol, or something like that. With just a slight combination of their movements, I can roughly guess what the problem is.