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Chapter 543 You mean, you're good at gynecology?
At this moment, the atmosphere in Professor Li's department at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was quite strange. The reason was that Professor Li didn't think Lin Mo could figure it out. He mainly wanted Lin Mo to experience what a typical pulse of excessive heart fire looked like.

Unexpectedly, Lin Mo described all of the woman's symptoms in one breath.

That's fine, but the key issue is that there are some symptoms that cannot be detected by pulse diagnosis, especially rheumatoid arthritis and tumors. Although he can detect something is wrong when taking the pulse, other methods are needed to make a diagnosis.

But his apprentice said it all outright. In Professor Li's eyes, there seemed to be no other possibility than that he had secretly looked at someone else's medical records.

The old woman whose pulse he took was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, that's it! This young doctor is amazing! He's so talented! Do you have any ideas?"

Even his children behind him looked at Lin Mo differently.

Previously, they, like most people, thought that doctors were becoming increasingly sought-after, but after Lin Mo accurately stated the cause of his mother's illness, they no longer viewed it that way.

You have to understand, they had never met Lin Mo before. She only joined halfway through her journey and had no prior knowledge of her, let alone her medical records. Yet she could know so much just from her pulse. What else could she be but a miracle doctor?
"How do I treat it? I don't know how. My teacher hasn't taught me yet," Lin Mo said honestly.

Everyone:.
Upon seeing this, Professor Li stood up, placed one hand on the woman's medical record on the table, and asked curiously, "Xiao Lin, tell me the truth, you really haven't seen this patient's medical record?"

"No, Master, I'm just saying this based on the pulse. Of course, some of it is just my deduction based on the pulse, and I'm not really sure about it," Lin Mo said.

At first, he spoke according to the answer in his mind, but towards the end, he became slightly vague, only saying that something was wrong with his left chest and that there might be a tumor, but in fact, the answer in his mind was very clear.

Upon hearing this, Professor Li handed the medical record to Pan Limin, who was standing to the side. Pan opened it and his eyes widened in surprise: "Hey, junior brother, you're really amazing! You actually got everything right."

Wow, teacher! How come your pulse-taking skills have improved so much in such a short time?

"Teacher, you wouldn't be showing favoritism, would you? Perhaps you've saved some secret technique for your last disciple instead of teaching me?"

"Get out of my way. Although you are not my last disciple or even my personal student, you are still a graduate student under my tutelage. I may have more or less energy, but in terms of knowledge, I have taught you everything in a down-to-earth manner. How well you learn is ultimately up to you."

"Hey, that guy behind you, I put in a lot of effort into him, much more than you did, but look at the pathetic state he's in now!" Professor Li spat first, then retorted, and finally dragged Fan Peng, who was watching the show from the back, into it as well.

"The teacher called on you. Look at that junior brother, and then look at you. Aren't you ashamed?" Pan Limin laughed.

Fan Peng:
"I didn't say anything! I really didn't say anything!"

Fan Peng felt wronged. "I just wanted to come and see what was going on. Who did I offend? If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have preferred to die outside."

Professor Li then glanced at Lin Mo, but didn't say anything more to him. Instead, he continued to do his work.

I wrote a prescription for the elderly woman, gave her some instructions, and then asked her children to pick up the medicine. That was how I finished my work.

After all the patients had left, Professor Li finally spoke up: "Those things just now...were they really diagnosed by you taking their pulses?"

"Uh, maybe so." Lin Mo also realized that something was wrong. His condition seemed a bit too outrageous in the eyes of a proper traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

Professor Li glared at him upon hearing this: "It's either yes or no, what could possibly be it!" "It's based on what you taught me, plus some information I noted down from my own reading, and some of my own guesses," Lin Mo whispered.

Professor Li felt his head throb even more. He rubbed his face, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "That's impossible! This doesn't make sense!"

Others may not know, but surely he, as a teacher, knows about Lin Mo's situation?
He's only studied pharmacology and pulse diagnosis for a few days. Yesterday, he diagnosed his senior sister with kidney deficiency by taking her pulse. How could he possibly have such accurate pulse diagnosis skills? You know, which TCM practitioner's pulse diagnosis skills aren't honed through a lot of time and numerous cases? Otherwise, there wouldn't be the saying that doctors become more sought after as they get older.

But the truth was right before his eyes, and even if he wanted to refute it, he couldn't find a reason to do so.

"Could you be a medical genius, one in a million?" Professor Li murmured, looking at his apprentice.

Lin Mo was so embarrassed that he blushed. A genius? I'm really not. I'm just a cheat code.

But the next second, Professor Li stretched out his hand: "I don't believe it. Come on, take my pulse. I've been practicing medicine for so many years, since I started learning medicine, my master, and myself, and I've never seen a genius like this before."

Lin Mo:
There was nothing that could be done. Although Lin Mo had accurately described the symptoms of the previous old lady, Professor Li still didn't believe it. This was unscientific. Although traditional Chinese medicine is inherently somewhat unscientific, this was against common sense, unless the founder of the cult had possessed him.

"Ahem, teacher, I might not be able to do it," Lin Mo said, immediately backing down.

Upon hearing this, Professor Li's eyes immediately turned scrutinizing: "What? No way? Did you somehow know what was going on in front of me and were just messing with me?"

Let me tell you, you can pretend to know everything about other things, but we medical students can't. If we don't know something, we just admit it, otherwise we risk taking lives.

You may not know, and I won't blame you. I'm your teacher, so it's my duty to teach you. But if you pretend to know what you don't, then that's a matter of attitude.

Professor Li spoke with great seriousness. Although he admired Lin Mo's talent, medicine itself is rigorous and cannot tolerate any fraud.

Pretending to know what you don't know in other areas will only result in failing exams or failing courses, but this is the most taboo thing for medical students.

"No, no," Lin Mo quickly waved his hand in denial, then continued, "It's just a possibility. I was just saying, oh dear, how about you bring in a female patient instead, teacher? I'll show you again!"

Since it's hard to explain, let's just put it into practice. As for why he can only take the pulse of women and not men, we can just say it's about talent or psychology. It's better than saying he's cheating.

Hearing this, Professor Li was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

"Well, how should I put it? I'm just better at taking a woman's pulse. I got used to it, and maybe it was just psychological," Lin Mo said, feeling a little embarrassed.

Professor Li: ? ? ?

"You mean you're good at gynecology?"

(End of this chapter)