Live Broadcast: My Blunt TCM Practice and My Patients Are Dying Online - Chapter 41

“I already said I’m not sick, why are you still checking my pulse? You’re really wasting my time, young man.”

Even as he said this, the old man still placed his hand on the pulse pillow.

As soon as Qin Jiang placed his fingers on the pulse, he immediately felt something strange.

This old man looked quite robust, so why did every single one of his internal organs feel… off?

Seeing Qin Jiang silent, the old man asked smugly, “Well, young man, am I not very healthy?”

Qin Jiang glanced at the old man and said gravely, “Sir, you have kidney deficiency.”

“Nonsense!”

The old man flared up instantly.

“I’m a martial artist! How could I have kidney deficiency?”

“Young man, your medical skills are clearly lacking at such a young age. Where are your elders? Call your elders out here!”

The old man was clearly provoked and insisted that Qin Jiang summon his senior.

Seeing the old man so agitated, Qin Jiang quickly tried to calm him. “Sir, you’re at that age. Kidney deficiency is perfectly normal. It’d be strange if you weren’t deficient.”

“I was just stating a fact, no need to get so worked up.”

The old lady beside him patted the old man on the shoulder.

“The young man is right. What are you being so sensitive about at your age?”

“Whether you’re deficient or not, don’t I know best?”

Hearing this, the old man’s face immediately flushed red.

He clearly wanted to say something to salvage his dignity, but the old lady knew him inside and out. After a brief internal struggle, he finally gave up.

“Fine, so I’m deficient. I’m old anyway, it’s not like it gets much use anymore. But when I was young…”

Before the old man could finish, the old lady cut him off with a look of disdain. “You weren’t much better when you were young either.”

That was the final straw. The old man’s face turned ashen.

“Sir, your heart seems to have some issues too? Do you often have chest pains?”

The old man remained silent, his face dark.

“Sir, your lungs aren’t in great shape either, right? Have you been coughing up phlegm recently, coughing at night too?”

“And your liver has problems as well? Your skin is sallow, these are signs of impending jaundice.”

Qin Jiang, while feeling the old man’s pulse, listed out all the issues one by one.

The live stream audience found this hilarious.

“Oh man, this sounds worse and worse. With Doctor Qin’s diagnosis, not a single one of the old man’s organs—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys—is okay.”

“This is killing me. The old man might as well have searched online. Maybe his condition wouldn’t have seemed so severe that way.”

“But the old man looks pretty fit to me? Look at his posture, his back is straight. Didn’t he say earlier he practices martial arts?”

With every sentence Qin Jiang spoke, the old man’s expression grew darker.

Meanwhile, the old lady kept nodding beside him.

“Yes, yes, yes! You’re absolutely right, young doctor! This is amazing, how did you know about all my husband’s symptoms!”

Qin Jiang was speechless.

How else would I know? I felt it from the pulse, of course.

It was normal for an old man his age to have some issues with his internal organs.

But what concerned Qin Jiang most was something else.

Qin Jiang looked at the old man and asked very seriously, “Sir, is there something wrong with your legs?”

The old man had endured all the previous comments without a word.

But the moment Qin Jiang mentioned his legs, he shot to his feet so fast it startled Qin Jiang.

“Brat, I’ve had enough of you!”

“Your skills are lacking and you’re here spouting nonsense? Say I’m lacking elsewhere, fine, but you dare say my legs are no good? Are you looking down on the ‘Number One Iron Leg of Jincheng’?”

Whoa, touched a nerve there?

Qin Jiang quickly waved his hands placatingly. “Sir, that’s not what I meant. I just felt from your pulse that your legs do seem to have a problem…”

“Good! It seems if I don’t show you some real skill today, you won’t admit you’re wrong!”

With that, the old man started pacing around the courtyard.

Qin Jiang was baffled.

What was wrong with this old man? Was he really about to perform?

Soon, the old man stopped in front of a large iron pillar.

This iron pillar had been in the clinic’s courtyard for a long time.

Originally, the community committee planned to install some exercise equipment in the yard for patients who needed rehabilitation.

But they had only just erected this one pillar when the committee changed its mind, saying the clinic’s courtyard was too small, and they’d move the equipment outside.

So the pillar was left alone in the corner of the yard, minding its own business, not bothering anyone, perfectly fine where it was.

The old man walked up to it, reached out and touched it, then nodded in satisfaction.

“This pillar will do. It’s worthy of the Number One Iron Leg of Jincheng.”

He tapped it, and a clear metallic sound rang out.

That’s right, the pillar was hollow.

But its hardness was undeniable; it wasn’t something an ordinary person could challenge.

The old man, however, clearly thought nothing of the iron pillar. He raised his right leg, poised to strike.

Seeing this, Qin Jiang rushed over to stop him.

“Sir, what are you doing? You’re not thinking of kicking it, are you?”

The old man raised an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you say my leg has problems? I’m going to prove to you that my leg is just fine!”

Qin Jiang said, “Sir, even if your leg is fine, this isn’t the way to prove it.”

“Proving it like this will only make me think there’s something wrong with your head, too.”

The old man: “…”

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Boy, you show a distinct lack of respect for your elders.”

The old lady came over then, pulling Qin Jiang aside and whispering, “Don’t worry, young doctor. My husband is a martial arts fanatic. He’s been practicing his legs for over forty years. He has real skill.”

“He’s kicked through dozens of iron pillars like this one.”

Hearing the old lady say this so proudly, Qin Jiang’s eyes widened.

“Ma’am, are you joking? Pillars this thick? He’s kicked through dozens?”

“Is he Ultraman Seven or Ultraman Tiga?”

“At this thickness, even Bruce Lee would break his leg!”

Qin Jiang thought the old lady was exaggerating and still tried to stop the old man from kicking.

“Sir, you really can’t do something this dangerous at your age.”

“If something happens to you in my clinic, I’ll be held responsible!”

The old man snorted coldly and directly raised his right leg.

“Young man, you’d better step aside.”

“This leg holds forty years of skill. Could you possibly withstand it?”

The old lady quickly pulled Qin Jiang further away to avoid any accidental injury.

Right at that moment, the old man let out a loud shout and suddenly swung a powerful roundhouse kick squarely into the iron pillar.

CLANG!

A sharp metallic clang reverberated throughout the entire clinic.

The old man’s expression flickered slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

Qin Jiang was dumbfounded.

Was this old man for real?