The Contest (II)

When the second patient arrived, he came with several other people.

The patient was a young man who sprained his ankle while playing basketball; his ankle was swollen very badly.

"You have a pretty comprehensive range of medical conditions here."

Su Ziyang looked at Zhang Rongyi and chuckled.

Zhang Rongyi smiled, said nothing, and sat up from the chair.

Then he picked up the calligraphy brush hanging on the table.

"I'll take this patient's picture; I'll draw it for them!"

Zhang Rongyi took a calligraphy brush and began writing numbers on the patient's swollen ankles and insteps.

4440.7770.2000

4 represents the Zhen Trigram, which symbolizes the feet and tendons.

7 represents the Gen Trigram, which symbolizes joints and can also be interpreted as Bones.

The Gen Trigram) represents stopping, which can be understood as stopping pain.

2 corresponds to the Dui Trigram, which represents metal. Metal can break through blood!

Su Ziyang understood the meaning of the divination and found it interesting, but Su Ziyang didn't believe that the swelling and pain could dissipate so quickly.

Su Ziyang's assessment was correct; indeed, five minutes later, the young man was still grimacing in pain.

Zhang Rongyi remained completely calm. After putting down his brush, he actually made a few strokes in the air with his fingers, pointing towards the young man's swollen ankle.

With just a few strokes of the pen, the ankle, which had been swollen and taut, instantly shriveled up, and the skin lost its swollen shine, instead showing wrinkles.

"The pain stopped immediately."

The young man's face immediately relaxed.

"Alright, go back and eat some pig's trotters to recuperate."

After seeing the patient off, Zhang Rongyi repeated his previous question, "So? Do you still think my treatment is fake?"

Su Ziyang sensed something was amiss when Zhang Rongyi made a sword gesture in the air.

"Was that the Bagua Image-Number Therapy you just mentioned?" Su Ziyang asked, staring at Teacher Yi.

"Of course. I wrote that string of numbers in the air with my sword finger." Teacher Yi said with considerable pride, "This is my own creation. Many people who study and use this therapy have not followed my example. I am a pioneer and innovator, someone who has expanded the territory for the development of Bagua Image-Number Therapy."

Su Ziyang nodded and didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he sat back down in his seat.

Fairy Li remained silent, her brows furrowed, and stared intently at Zhang Rongyi's hands.

The fourth patient arrived relatively late. The three of them sat quietly for about half an hour before another person came in.

This person doesn't look young, but he seems very energetic.

Before Zhang Rongyi speak, Su Ziyang called out.

"Back pain!"

Zhang Rongyi Su Ziyang Su Ziyang his diagnosis.

"Old Yi, who is this person?"

The middle-aged man who entered also looked at Su Ziyang in surprise.

"A friend who's come from afar is also a doctor. Let's exchange ideas!"

During their conversation, Su Ziyang realized why the two men were looking at him with such peculiar eyes. It turned out they were old acquaintances, and their relationship was not that of an ordinary doctor and patient.

"Young friend, my Zhang Daolin. How did you determine that I have back pain?"

The man first introduced himself, then asked with a smile.

"That's how I concluded it, just take a look!"

Su Ziyang felt a little guilty. Just now, when Zhang Daolin came in, Su Ziyang had already stretched out his hand and used his Yunqi to sense the situation.

The hand dial indicator shows that Zhang Daolin has a problem with his lumbar spine and experiences lower back pain.

Previously, based solely on Zhang Daolin's physical appearance, Su Ziyang would not have been able to detect that Zhang Daolin suffered from lower back pain.

"Awesome!" Zhang Daolin gave Su Ziyang a thumbs up.

"Brother Old Yi, can you treat me? It's been cloudy these past couple of days, and my condition has flared up again!"

After praising Su Ziyang, Zhang Daolin stopped talking to him and instead spoke to Zhang Rongyi Su Ziyang.

"Why don't you let this young man give you a try? He's quite the expert!"

Zhang Rongyi pointed at Su Ziyang, Zhang Daolin looked at Su Ziyang and said with a smile, "How about you give me a checkup? Thank you!"

"No trouble at all. Lie down!"

Su Ziyang made Zhang Daolin lie face down on the bed, exposing his lower back. The scars on Zhang Daolin's lower back startled Su Ziyang; they looked as if Zhang Daolin's waist had been pieced back together.

"Is this an external injury?"

Su Ziyang looked at the shocking scars.

"When I was young, I was fighting on the battlefield, and I got shell shrapnel inside me. It still hurts sometimes. When it hurts, I come to Rongyi and ask her to take a look and stop the pain!"

Seeing that Su Ziyang remained silent, Zhang Daolin smiled awkwardly again, "What's wrong? Did you look bad and get scared? Young man!? Let Old Yi handle it! You should rest for a while. You're a guest, I can't let you do the work!"

Zhang Daolin's politeness made Su Ziyang feel uncomfortable. This man, who had survived shelling and once defended his country, could speak of his injuries so lightly.

"No, shall I give you an injection?"

"Anything is fine with me, whatever you say!"

Su Ziyang took out needles and needled two Ashi points, and then needled the Weizhong, Chengshan, and Chengfu points.

After using the "Dragon-Tiger Battle" pain relief technique, beads of sweat slowly appeared on Zhang Daolin's forehead.

"Does it still hurt?" Su Ziyang asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore. Your needle is amazing! Young man. Old Yi, how come I've never heard you mention this young man before? I really don't feel any pain anymore! That's impressive!"

After removing the needle, Zhang Daolin clutched his lower back and paced around the room twice, even turning around a bit.

"Thank you, young man!"

"You're too kind. You protect our country, and I should be thanking you!"

"Hey, this young man! Old Yi, this young man is interesting."

Zhang Rongyi the respect Su Ziyang showed to Zhang Daolin, Zhang Rongyi's expression changed somewhat.

Zhang Rongyi sat there until dark, but no more patients came to her deserted clinic.

If we follow the initial agreement on the competition, then it should be considered a draw.

"Shall we compete again tomorrow?"

Su Ziyang smiled as he looked at Zhang Rongyi. To his surprise, Zhang Rongyi shook his head. "You won, but not because of your medical skills; you won because of your youth. When I was your age, I wasn't as good as you."

"..." Su Ziyang did not expect that Zhang Rongyi would admit that he was stronger.

"Isn't it a joy to have friends coming from afar? Oh, you're a guest! Come home and have a meal!"

Zhang Rongyi extended an invitation to Su Ziyang, Su Ziyang was unsure whether to refuse or accept, so he turned to look at Fairy Li.

Fairy Li held Su Ziyang's hand and nodded.

The two followed Zhang Rongyi home, which was even more deserted than the clinic...

No one was home.

Looking at Zhang Rongyi's age, Su Ziyang thought that at this age, he should have a large family with many children and grandchildren.

"I live alone, so I don't have time to cook. I ordered groceries from the small restaurant downstairs; they'll be here soon. Let's have some tea first; it's a really good tea! You should try it!"

Zhang Rongyi boiled water, brewed tea, and began to greet Su Ziyang and Fairy Li with teacups.