Three Physicians Gather

Chunyu Tiying really could not make sense of it.

No matter how simply Zhang Xuezhou explained it, this was still a breathing technique involving 1,080 acupoints.

The names of the acupoints alone came to more than three thousand characters, not to mention the intricacy of circulating Law Power while keeping it all in mind.

Things should not normally have gone the way they had with Zhang Xuezhou.

She had only spent a little time discussing and arguing with Zheng Wukong, yet Zhang Xuezhou had already finished cultivating the self-treatment portion.

More outrageous still, Zhang Xuezhou said that he was not the only one who could do it; many others could too. Chunyu Tiying found that almost impossible to believe.

If so many people could do it so easily, what did that make people like them?

They had to memorize the names of acupoints, the names of medicinal herbs, all the rules and strictures of inspection, listening and smelling, questioning, and pulse-taking, and the Medical School's various case records through the years...

Her father, Chunyu Yi, had once been the foremost master physician of the Great Han Dynasty and could be considered exceptionally gifted. Yet memorization alone had taken him a full year. Only in his second year could he barely treat ordinary people, and not until his third did he become capable of treating patients on his own.

Chunyu Tiying had to say that even her father could not possibly have done what Zhang Xuezhou had done on his first encounter with it, much less could there be numerous people capable of doing the same.

"Those were all little things. Why don't you tell me more? You might just stump me," Zhang Xuezhou said with a shrug. "You've only given me an overview of the pulse meridians and Pulse Methods,