This was specially brought by Gu Qingran, and Yu Zhiming must have given him face by letting the short-haired old man lie on the examination bed.

His inspection really found a problem.

Suspected stomach cancer.

Yu Zhiming asked the nurse to bring paper and a pen, and drew a diagram of the stomach structure on the paper with simple sketches, clearly marking the suspected cancerous locations.

Finally, don’t forget to sign your name and the date.

"Old man, I don't feel very good about your stomach."

"This is the possible location of the disease in your stomach. It is strongly recommended that you go to the hospital for a detailed examination."

The silver-haired old man next to the short-haired old man reached out and took the paper handed over by Yu Zhiming.

He looked at the content drawn on the paper, then looked up at Yu Zhiming, with a complicated expression, and said with emotion: "Dr. Yu, he really deserves his reputation."

"I must admit that I'm not as good as you when it comes to exploring the specific location of the crux of the internal organs."

Yu Zhiming replied politely: "Thank you, sir."

At this time, the short-haired old man also took the initiative to hold Yu Zhiming's hand and said kindly: "Dr. Yu, thank you!"

"You are promising and famous at a young age. I hope you will guard against arrogance and impetuosity, forge ahead in the medical field and create more achievements."

"Thank you for the encouragement." Yu Zhiming blurted back.

These people arrived quickly and left quickly.

After they left, Yu Zhiming also quickly went to the bathroom to solve the problem.

When he came back, he found Gu Qingran waiting outside.

"Gone?"

"Gone!"

Gu Qingran replied, and then asked with excitement: "Zhi Ming, do you know who that is?"

Yu Zhiming shook his head and said, "The tone of his voice sounds like a government official?"

Gu Qingran didn't want to ruin Yu Zhiming's mood, so he asked instead: "Do you know who the silver-haired old man is?"

"Old Chinese doctor?"

Gu Qingran nodded and said: "I guessed it right."

"He is the famous Mr. Qin in Beijing. He is not only an old Chinese medicine doctor, but also a master of traditional Chinese medicine. My grandfather is honored to ask him to perform a pulse test."

Gu Qingran clicked his tongue again: "When you said you didn't feel good, they didn't show surprise or shock."

"It can be seen that they knew that there was cancer in the stomach."

"Mr. Qin should have detected gastric cancer through pulse counting and other traditional Chinese medicine methods, but he couldn't determine the specific location of the cancer like you did."

"That's why he said, not as good as you."
Chapter completed!