Chapter 547: Chapter 547: Going to Beat You into Your Original Form
With Kong Qingfeng in charge, hosting the free clinic and directing the students’ work, Xu Xiangbei could relax without having to worry about miscellaneous issues, enjoying a bit of leisure.
Lin Wanyi attended the free clinic not for the sake of truly treating those elderly men and women but with Xu Xiangbei on her mind.
She chatted enthusiastically with Xu Xiangbei, occasionally exchanging glances and sending implicit signals, but unfortunately, Xu Xiangbei was as dense as a log, oblivious to such subtleties.
Sun Ze and Lv Junxian hovered around Xu Xiangbei, not to ask about medical skills, but to inquire how Xu Xiangbei practiced martial arts.
Professor Kong explained pathology to the students, analyzed the causes of illnesses, passionately guided them in taking pulses, and volunteered to treat the elderly, keeping himself extremely busy.
He looked up and saw Xu Xiangbei and others chatting and laughing nearby, infuriating him almost to the point of spitting blood.
Slamming a prescription on the table, he walked over coldly: "Dr. Xu, this free clinic is for you to let the students practice, not for casual chat. Please maintain a certain dignity."
Xu Xiangbei grinned playfully: "With Professor Kong here, do I really need to act? You’re the senior professor, I’m just here to join the fun. It’s better for you to take charge."
Kong Qingfeng was about to say more when an old granny wobbled over. Her hair was completely silver, and due to her unsteady legs, she walked with a severe sway, hunching down.
The old granny led a small boy by the hand, about four or five years old, with clear and charming features, like a finely carved jade, looking very adorable.
However, the boy’s face was sallow, lacking in spirit, and with bloodshot eyes.
The old granny, grabbing Kong Qingfeng’s arm, her murky eyes filled with tears: "Doctor, please take a look at my grandson. He’s been complaining of a headache, had IV drips at the People’s Hospital for two days, and had scans done. The doctors said it was just a cold, but his headache hasn’t gone away. I heard your Chinese medicine can treat this, so I want you to take a look."
Several top students took the boy’s pulse, diagnosing his condition similarly to the People’s Hospital - a headache caused by a cold, with a deficiency in qi and blood.
Kong Qingfeng slowly extended his hand, taking the child’s small hand, closed his eyes, felt the pulse, and asked the child: "Where does your head hurt?"
The child pointed pitifully to the top of his head: "It hurts here."
Kong Qingfeng nodded lightly, as if he understood, but did not explain and disdainfully said to Xu Xiangbei: "Dr. Xu, take a look at this child, see if what you say aligns with my thoughts."
Xu Xiangbei laughed, seeing that Kong Qingfeng obviously wanted to compete with him, hoping to embarrass him.
Since Kong Qingfeng issued the challenge, Xu Xiangbei didn’t refuse. He gently placed the little boy’s hand on a pillow, with his fingers pressing on the child’s wrist, which was cold.
The boy’s pulse was very weak. Due to the headache, he occasionally frowned, and his legs slightly trembled.
After taking the pulse, Xu Xiangbei smiled and told the granny: "Your grandson’s illness is not serious, he just ate something wrong. This illness can be minor or severe, as long as you pay attention and stop eating incorrect food, he’ll be fine."
As soon as Xu Xiangbei spoke, the students were in an uproar. Obviously, it was a cold-caused flu, yet Xu Xiangbei said he ate wrongly, astonishing them. Is this really the level of a visiting professor?
The granny looked at Xu Xiangbei half-trustingly, with a tightly furrowed brow: "Young man, I’ve experienced life, seen all kinds of people, you’re so young, can you really diagnose? My grandson obviously has a headache and you say he ate wrongly. Did you misdiagnose?"
"Grandma, trust me, one acupuncture session and he’ll be fine..."
"No need for your diagnosis, I want that elder doctor to take a look."
The granny didn’t believe Xu Xiangbei one bit, pulling her grandson away from Xu Xiangbei, looking at him with disdain and keeping a fair distance away.
Hearing Xu Xiangbei mention acupuncture, Kong Qingfeng asked dubiously: "Oh, so you also know acupuncture? What needle do you use? Silver needle, or steel needle? Thick or thin?"
Knowing what Kong Qingfeng wanted to do, Xu Xiangbei smiled and raised his hand: "I use my hand as a needle."
Kong Qingfeng burst into laughter, looking at Xu Xiangbei with contempt: "Using your hand, without even a needle, yet you claim to know acupuncture? Are you really taking us for fools?"
Facing the suspicion from the students and the granny, Xu Xiangbei looked at Kong Qingfeng with a smile, seeing clearly that Kong Qingfeng was enjoying the thrill of kicking someone while they’re down.
Seeing Xu Xiangbei indifferent, Kong Qingfeng restrained his smile, slapped the table with a ’thud’, and stood up abruptly from his chair, looking at Xu Xiangbei with cold indignation, although he was inwardly delighted.
Kid, now I’ll reveal your true colors. If I don’t shame you severely before the classmates, you rich second-generation types really think you own the world.
Kong Qingfeng righteously declared: "Nonsense, this child clearly has a cold-induced flu, and you say he ate wrongly. Xu Xiangbei, just because you’re rich, you can buy honor, but your money can’t buy medical skills. Ha, have you exposed your weakness? I really don’t understand how Dean Qian could call you highly skilled. Your money might blind some people’s eyes, but it can’t blind all of us. With skills like yours, you’ve no qualification to be our visiting professor, yet you dare to boast here."
Students immediately started whispering, looking at Xu Xiangbei with eyes full of doubt. They knew Xu Xiangbei was the president of the Thunderbird Group and quite capable in fights, but his medical skills seemed poor, unfit for a visiting professor.
Their affection for Xu Xiangbei suddenly diminished significantly, and some even felt he was just a rich kid buying honor, causing dislike.
Seeing Kong Qingfeng adopting the posture of accusing, Xu Xiangbei laughed heartily: "Professor Kong, then tell me, what’s exactly wrong with this child?"
Kong Qingfeng sneered internally, exposed by me, and yet he can laugh it off, how shameless, not even a trace of remorse, I’ll expose his true form.
Kong Qingfeng puffed up his chest, confidently and contemptuously shook his head at Xu Xiangbei and told the granny, as well as the students: "The child’s headache is indeed cold-induced, but the cause relates to liver fire. As advocated by Chinese medicine of ’inspect, smell, ask, and diagnose’, the child’s sallow complexion and bloodshot eyes clearly show excessive liver fire. Coupled with qi and blood weakness, after catching a cold, the foot jueyin liver meridian is damaged, causing the top of the head to ache."
He gently rubbed the boy’s Baihui point, applying a subtle force, and the tension in the child’s forehead seemed to ease, revealing a faint pitiful smile.
Seeing Kong Qingfeng speak is detailed and logically sound, the students couldn’t help but feel convinced, showing admiration and nodding repeatedly, and the granny, noticing her grandchild’s pain alleviating considerably, asked joyfully: "Doctor, since you know the cause, how will you treat it? If you cure my grandson, I’ll pay you."
