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Zhao Hao was speechless after being choked by Lu Renxin, but he wasn't the only one who had such misunderstandings about traditional Chinese medicine.

Ultimately, it's just a technique; it doesn't have the ability to directly see through the human body.

If it truly possessed such capabilities, the entire world would likely be vying to learn Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Pulse diagnosis, also known as palpation, is indeed one of the core diagnostic methods in Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), capable of capturing fluctuations in Qi, blood, and organ function. However, it is only one aspect of the four diagnostic methods in TCM.

When Lu Renxin first entered university, during the Spring Festival when he returned to his hometown, he would always be visited by a bunch of relatives, and as soon as they heard that he was studying traditional Chinese medicine, they would line up and extend their hands:

"Oh, Xinxin, you're studying Traditional Chinese Medicine. Can you tell what's wrong with me?"

Then they looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell them what problems he had, what diseases he had, and what treatments he could get, treating him like a free CT scan machine.

They were all relatives, and it was the Lunar New Year, so he, as an apprentice, had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ahead.

When I tried to ask them about their discomfort in the order outlined in the textbook, the relatives always looked speechless.

"Can't you all tell what's wrong just by taking a pulse?"

"No, it's not that simple." He tried to explain that traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the integration of the four diagnostic methods, which involve mutual verification from the four aspects of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation in order to make a diagnosis.

His relatives wouldn't listen, only thinking that he hadn't learned properly: "How come all the miracle doctors on TV can do it but you can't? It must be because your skills are lacking."

"Never mind, he's still a student, his skills probably haven't been fully developed yet."

After going through this once, Lu Renxin learned his lesson and just smiled wryly and agreed, "Yes, yes, I am indeed still a student, and I am indeed not good enough."

I only learned the theory in college, and my abilities were still too immature.

In recent years, although I have mostly performed surgeries under the guidance of my mentor, I have also prescribed medicines for many patients after their surgeries.

His experience may not be comparable to that of a master of traditional Chinese medicine, but it is more than enough to deal with a mere Xu Hao.

Xu Hao, who had just been mocked by Lu Renxin, still refused to give up. He put on a helpless expression and said, "If Lu Renxin doesn't want to, then forget it."

"But I still maintain that only a fool would believe such things. What's the use of learning them?" He was certain that Lu Renxin was just making excuses.

He labeled traditional Chinese medicine in this way, as if its thousands of years of heritage were all a lie.

Lu Renxin couldn't help but clench his fists. He wanted to give it a try, so let him see the crystallization of Chinese wisdom accumulated over thousands of years.

"Hey, wait a minute, who said I didn't want to?" Just as Zhao Hao tried to pull his hand back, Lu Renxin grabbed his wrist forcefully.

"Since you have some misunderstandings about traditional Chinese medicine, I'll reluctantly demonstrate it for you."

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, then thought to himself, "They've taken the bait."

Lu Renxin scanned Zhao Hao from head to toe, who was thin and looked like a bean sprout, but there was no unusual smell or sound.

His face was haggard, his eyes were slightly sunken, and he looked tired and lacking in energy.

"Do you usually experience any discomfort?"

"I occasionally experience tinnitus, and I feel weak after walking for a while..."

"Stretch out your hand and relax," Lu Renxin said in a gentle and calm voice.

Normally, pulse diagnosis should involve gently placing the patient's wrist on a pulse pillow, but in today's environment, this is simply not possible.

So he simply nodded slightly, extended three slender fingers, and grasped Zhao Hao's cun, guan, and chi points.

At first, he applied very light pressure with his fingers, just feeling the temperature of the skin surface and the rise and fall of the pulse. After a while, he gradually applied pressure from the fingertips downwards, changing from superficial to deep pressure.

The sensation in his fingertips was no longer limited to his skin, but went deeper, reaching his bones and muscles. Lu Renxin's expression was solemn, and he occasionally let out a long sigh.

Although Zhao Hao doesn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine, he still feels a lot of pressure because of his behavior.

Do I have cancer? Is there something wrong with me? Did he guess what was wrong with me? Otherwise, why would he be behaving this way?

His mind raced with wild thoughts, fearing his secret would be exposed. Impossible, absolutely impossible, he must be faking it.

I've had a physical exam, and apart from slightly low blood sugar, all other indicators were normal. There's no way they could have detected a problem.

He shook his head, trying to banish the jumbled thoughts from his mind.

I don't believe Lu Renxin can find my problem!

His movements did not affect Lu Renxin, who kept his eyes tightly closed, as if trying to comprehend something with his heart.

"It's so weak, so weak." He felt that Zhao Hao's pulse was almost empty when he took a quick palpation.

Only by pressing hard can you detect a pulse, especially the cun pulse, which represents the kidneys and is often weak and thready.

"Switch hands." Lu Renxin withdrew his hand and had Zhao Hao switch hands, carefully examining the right hand again using the same technique, but the result was the same.

He then looked up at Zhao Hao, his gaze filled with understanding and certainty:

"Do you often feel soreness in your lower back and knees, lack of energy, and fatigue easily with the slightest movement?" he asked slowly, his tone steady.

"How did you know?" Zhao Hao was shocked. He hadn't mentioned these symptoms earlier because he wanted to deliberately conceal some of them and confuse Lu Renxin's judgment.

How could he know? Did he really figure it out from me?

After much hesitation, Zhao Hao asked, "So, Lu, could you tell me what my problem is?"

Lu Renxin nodded slightly: "Of course."

He said with certainty, "Your pulse is deep, thin, and weak at the cun position, and it feels weak and feeble even when pressed firmly. This is a typical sign of kidney deficiency. The kidneys are responsible for storing essence, and when essence is insufficient, the pulse will be difficult to fill."

"Your erection is sometimes not firm enough, and you also tend to urinate more frequently at night."

"You must have been thin since childhood, and that's the root cause. Your innate essence is insufficient, and your acquired essence has not been nourished, which is why you have such a condition."

"In layman's terms, it's called kidney deficiency."

"Kidney deficiency? What kidney deficiency? How could I have kidney deficiency at such a young age?" He quickly looked around to make sure that no one but the three of them could hear their conversation.

His long-hidden secret was finally discovered by Lu Renxin! A man's greatest shame is his impotence.

Over the years, while pursuing Lan Yinyin, he did not give up on other beauties, but for some reason, he has become increasingly weak in recent years.

I used to be able to last three or four minutes, but now I only have one minute left.

To keep the secret, he no longer dared to go out and hunt for women, fearing that the women would look at him with disgust when he was done with them.

"You're lying! How could I possibly have kidney deficiency? How could that be?" He was furious when his sore spot was hit.

"Junior, look at me, do I look like that kind of person?" He looked at Lan Yinyin, trying to get her approval.