"No, no."

Bai Yi almost burst into tears when he smiled. He arrogantly stared at the third senior brother of the Su family who was taking pulses beside Su Wansheng: "I am laughing at those kids for working hard, and the play is good!"

"…"

Seeing Bai Yi intervening in someone else's pulse diagnosis, Su Wansheng couldn't help but say coldly: "I said you can't just hold your mouth?"

The eldest son of the Shi family smiled loudly: "This Bai Yi must be pretending to be strong, because once we cure Mr. Chen's illness, he will be blind and disabled."

After hearing this, fifty geniuses laughed, but the third senior brother of the Su family was secretly worried: "What's going on? Old Chen's pulse is different again?"

They didn't dare to speak, so they had to lower their voices and said, "Brother, you come here to take your pulse, it's a bit bad!"

"What?"

Su Wansheng originally thought that Mr. Chen had woken up, even if his pulse was unstable, it would be fine for the third brother of the Su family to take action.

He was nervous, and Su Wansheng quickly stepped forward to take the pulse of Mr. Chen. After touching it, he was shocked: "How could this happen? This is the first time I have encountered such a pulse."

Seeing that Su Wansheng's face was wrong, the other fifty geniuses began to laugh, but at this time Bai Yi laughed and said, "I'm just talking about Su Wansheng, is Mr. Chen's pulse very delicate?"

"…"

Su Wansheng couldn't help but feel cold in his eyes: "So what if the pulse is messy? What does this matter? I'm just thinking about it!"

After hearing his words, the other geniuses could no longer help it, and the genius with the highest medical skills in the clan came over immediately to take the pulse of Mr. Chen one by one.

This made Old Chen suffer. Before he could figure out the situation, dozens of people took turns to take his pulse, and almost even his skin was touched.

"What's going on."

Seeing the fifty geniuses looking embarrassed, the guests and the Hua family around him were surprised, Mr. Chen’s illness is really that difficult?

"Time will pass soon."

Bai Yi was thirsty and gave a wink at Ling Miaojun and Ling Yihan, which made them excited.

"Bai Yi."

Ling Miaojun asked in a low voice: "If you are asked to take action, can you cure Mr. Chen's illness?"

"Absolutely no problem."

Bai Yi smiled and replied: "Old Chen's illness is easy for me! Wait for me to come and slap these so-called geniuses in the face."

On the other end, Su Wansheng and several medical geniuses were busy studying, but they had just summarized a disease, and Mr. Chen's pulse was different again.

After three or four times going back and forth, the geniuses had to admit that it was not enough to treat diseases and save people, so they all became solemn.

For difficult diseases, pulse diagnosis is a crucial first step in treating a doctor, and it is the first link in the treatment process in traditional Chinese medicine.

If the pulse diagnosis is incorrect, it will start from the source, not only will the disease not be cured, but it will even kill the person.

Bai Yi had already inputted the aura of heaven and magic into Mr. Chen's life, which means that from the very beginning, Su Wansheng and the others would not give him the chance to cure Mr. Chen.

This move is cruel and very accurate when making moves. From the beginning, I took the lead and clamped down the enemy.

Fifty geniuses looked at each other, and then looked at Su Wansheng. They didn't speak, but their eyes were already embarrassed.

"You can't think of a way?"

Su Wansheng's eyes were fierce and he stared at these geniuses fiercely: "No matter what, we can't lose, we can't lose!"
Chapter completed!