Dashing Student

Chen Nan asked with a smile, "What if I lose?"

Sato Kenichi's gaze was icy cold. After sweeping over the students present, he firmly fixed his eyes on Chen Nan, a playful malice appearing on his face: "Your medical school must publicly admit that Traditional Chinese Medicine is nothing but outdated witchcraft and can never be compared with modern medicine."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The scene immediately erupted into uproar, as if a peaceful lake had been disturbed by a giant stone, stirring up a thousand ripples.

The complexions of the medical school's students changed drastically. No one had expected Sato Kenichi to stake the reputation of Traditional Chinese Medicine!

In a moment.

A strong anger arose in everyone's hearts.

But more people turned their eyes toward Chen Nan, their eyes filled with worry and concern.

Yet Chen Nan remained calm, as if Sato's provocation was but a breeze brushing his face, unable to shake his determination. He nodded slightly, his tone firm, like a rock: "Fine, I accept."

Sato Kenichi let out a cold snort, casually tossing the token to Yamamoto behind him, his movement nonchalant yet carrying a hint of arrogance: "Then let's begin."

"What shall we compete on? You decide."

Chen Nan pondered briefly, quickly running through various strategies in his mind, and then said, "Since you question the clinical value of Traditional Chinese Medicine, let's compare diagnosis and treatment."

"We each select a patient on the spot, diagnose and propose a treatment plan, and finally the medical experts present will judge. How about that?"

Sato Kenichi raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, seemingly caught off guard by Chen Nan's suggestion, but he quickly nodded in agreement: "Agreed."

At this moment, Su Yue walked out from the crowd, her posture graceful, holding a document in her hands, the paper slightly quivering.

The sound of her high heels crisply tapping on the floor, each step seemingly pressing upon the heartbeats of those around, accelerating their pulse.

Her voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable authority, "The school has just received a notice. There is a patient with a complex condition waiting for a consultation at the hospital."

"Why don't we use this patient as an example, what do you think?"

Chen Nan and Sato Kenichi exchanged glances, their eyes meeting in the air like two bolts of lightning, both nodding in agreement.

Ten minutes later.

The patient was rushed into the medical college's medical room by an ambulance, tearing through the calm with its siren echoing across the campus.

In addition, several experts and professors from the hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine also hurriedly arrived, their steps eager, expressions solemn.

It was obvious that they had all heard about the contest between Chen Nan and Sato Kenichi. The competition had already attracted the attention of many in the medical field.

The patient was a middle-aged male, quietly lying on the hospital bed, his complexion pale as paper, devoid of color, his breathing weak like a flickering candle in the wind, as if it could extinguish at any moment.

The medical history showed that he had been to multiple hospitals, seeking medical advice everywhere, but the cause of his illness remained undiagnosed, his condition like a dense fog looming over everyone's hearts.

Sato Kenichi stepped forward first, his movements swift and skilled, slipping on gloves as if entering battle mode instantly.

He began to conduct a detailed physical examination for the patient, his hands as precise as instruments, each movement skilled and accurate, meticulously following the process of modern medicine.

After the examination, he picked up the patient's lab results and imaging data, his gaze focused and serious, carefully flipping through them, not overlooking any detail, as if to excavate the hidden truth from these dense data and complex images.

"Based on the patient's symptoms and examination results," Sato Kenichi said in a deep voice, his voice low and resolute, as if reading an indisputable verdict, "I preliminarily diagnose a rare autoimmune disease—systemic lupus erythematosus. I suggest immediate immunosuppressive therapy and close monitoring of the disease progression."

His diagnosis was well-founded and logical, and several medical experts present nodded in agreement, expressing their approval.

Given the available data, they also highly suspected that the patient had systemic lupus erythematosus, and Sato Kenichi's diagnosis seemed to coincide with their own assessments.

When it was Chen Nan's turn, he did not rush to look at the lab results but instead took the patient's pulse first.

His fingers gently rested on the patient's wrist, the movements gentle yet steady, eyes closed in focus, as if listening to some silent rhythm from the depths of life, making the surrounding noise seem irrelevant to him.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a light of profound understanding, then he carefully examined the patient's tongue and the base of the eyes, not missing any subtle features.

"The patient's pulse is thin and frequent, the tongue coating is thin and white, and there are blood streaks at the base of the eyes," Chen Nan said slowly, his voice stable and firm as if stating a well-understood fact: "This is a classic case of both Qi and blood deficiency, with concurrent liver Qi stagnation."

"I judge that the patient's disease is not systemic lupus erythematosus, but rather liver Qi stagnation caused by long-term emotional suppression, which then affects the circulation of Qi and blood throughout the body."

He paused briefly, then continued methodically, "I suggest using acupuncture combined with Traditional Chinese Medicine to soothe the liver, regulate Qi, and nourish Qi and blood."

"The specific prescription can use Chaihu Shugan Powder with modifications, supplemented with Astragalus, Angelica dahurica, and other herbs that replenish Qi and nourish the blood."

Chen Nan's diagnosis was starkly different from Sato Kenichi's, like two meteors on different trajectories, leaving distinctly different marks in the minds of the audience.

The scene immediately fell silent, as if time had stopped for these two radically different diagnoses.

Several medical experts whispered to each other, discussing the rationality of the two diagnoses, their expressions serious and focused, occasionally furrowing their brows and nodding, as if making a difficult decision.

After a heated discussion, the medical experts finally reached a consensus.

The lead expert stood up, his figure tall and commanding, cleared his throat, and announced the result: "After comprehensive evaluation, we believe Chen Nan's diagnosis is more accurate."

"The patient's symptoms do align with the manifestations of both Qi and blood deficiency and liver Qi stagnation, whereas the diagnosis of systemic lupus erythematosus lacks sufficient supportive evidence."

With these words, the scene immediately erupted.

The medical school students cheered and jumped, their cheers like surging waves, one wave after another, as if to overturn the entire medical office.

Meanwhile, the students from Japan turned pale, like dark clouds before a storm, gloomy and oppressive.

Especially Sato Kenichi, his fists clenched, a glint of sinister dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, as if harboring endless resentment and anger.

Chen Nan approached Sato Kenichi, his expression calm, and said lightly, "Thank you for the concession."

Sato, gritting his teeth in discontent, handed over the token to Chen Nan: "I accept the loss."

"However, this is just the beginning!"

Chen Nan smiled as he examined the token in his hand, a cryptic smile forming on his lips: "Since this token now belongs to me, can I deal with it as I please?"