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Chapter 467: Terminal Illness

Zhao Xingyang was extremely reluctant: "I'm not sick! Why are you messing around with this?"

Zhu Lai Di didn't get angry with him, she just said quietly: "You don't believe in Ye Shu's ability, don't you also believe in Mr. Huang's ability?"

In an instant, Zhao Xingyang felt three gazes falling on him.

Ye Shu looked at him with a good look.

Mr. Huang has a very strange temper. The look in his eyes at that moment seemed like needles that could pierce through his body!

Huo Yisheng's gaze was even more terrifying, like a knife, as if it was going to torture him to death!

Zhao Xingyang was so depressed that he turned around and glared at Zhu Lai Di: "Can you please stop hurting me!"

Zhu Lai Di ignored him. Old Huang pressed his finger hard on his wrist, causing him to scream in pain: "Gentle, be gentle!"

Huang Lao: "The pulse is deep, the disease has entered the internal organs..."

The more Zhao Xingyang listened, the more frightened he became, and the surroundings gradually became silent.

Except for Ye Shu, no one else could understand Mr. Huang's professional terms in traditional Chinese medicine.

Zhu Lai Di could understand some of it, but not much.

After listening to Mr. Huang's long string of words and his serious expression, everyone felt that something was wrong.

Then his eyes subconsciously fell on Zhao Xingyang.

Although no one spoke, their expressions seemed to be saying, "No way? Are you really seriously ill?"

Zhao Xingyang felt frightened when they looked at him, but he didn't dare to move or speak, because Mr. Huang's fingers were too strong. If he moved at all, he would be pressed very hard.

I have to say that although Zhao Xingyang is stubborn and opinionated, knows nothing about relationships between men and women, and is only immersed in his scientific research career, he is very aware of the times!

Mr. Huang asked him to change his hand, and he did so obediently.

It was not until Mr. Huang stopped that Zhu Lai Di asked, "Mr. Huang, what happened to him?"

Huang Lao glanced at Zhao Xingyang first without saying anything, then frowned at Ye Shu and commented, "You really haven't mastered it yet. Chinese medicine diagnosis emphasizes observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation. Pulse taking is a very important part of it. You need to practice more!"

The teacher spoke and Ye Shu nodded in agreement.

Zhao Xingyang was elated when he heard this: "See! I told you she's no good..."

As soon as he said that, he felt a sharp gaze falling on him. He knew without thinking that it was Huo Yisheng, the wife-protecting maniac.

So he wisely changed his words quickly: "She's not very good at learning. As Master Huang said, she hasn't mastered it yet and needs more practice..."

That's what he said, but the more he spoke, the less confident he became and the smaller his voice became.

Old Huang snorted. He was also a protective person and said, "I am Huang's disciple, it's not my place for an outsider like you to make random comments!"

Then he added: "Besides, she is not wrong."

Zhao Xingyang was stunned, Zhu Laidie frowned, and listened attentively to what Mr. Huang said.

Mr. Huang: "You are indeed sick in the brain and in the body."

Zhao Xingyang: “…”

Huang Lao: "It's not a minor illness, it's a serious illness, a difficult disease. If you don't treat it properly, I'm afraid you won't live long."

Zhao Xingyang: “??!!”

"Mr. Huang! I respect you as an elder, but you can't scare me like that! Can you tell from taking my pulse that I'm mentally ill?"

Huang Lao was angry and snorted coldly:

"It's because of ignorant and fearless people like you who question the treasures passed down by our ancestors and the profoundness of Traditional Chinese Medicine that Traditional Chinese Medicine has declined! The crystallization of our ancestors' wisdom is destroyed in the hands of people like you!"

Zhao Xingyang felt wronged. Why did he start cursing at someone just because they disagreed with him?

You say I'm sick, and I can't refute it?

At this point, he didn't think there was anything seriously wrong with his body.

Zhu Lai Di, however, understood Mr. Huang's temper. She knew that although he had a strange temper, he would not talk nonsense on professional issues.

Huang Lao: "Chinese medicine diagnosis and treatment emphasizes observation, listening, questioning and palpation!"

After saying this, he didn't know what he was thinking about. He paused indifferently, remained silent for a long time, and finally said: "Forget it, forget it. This kid is incorrigible. I can't explain it to you clearly."

"Do you often have headaches now? Dizziness, nausea, or discomfort? Do you sometimes feel like you can just sleep it off and the pain will go away?"

Zhao Xingyang's face turned serious and he became serious.

Looking at his expression, you can tell that what Mr. Huang said is right.

Mr. Huang: "According to my judgment, you probably haven't fully recovered from a previous brain injury, or you've been injured again and haven't recovered. Now you've been hit in the head again. If you don't treat it properly, you might as well lose your brain."

Zhao Xingyang's greatest strength is his brain, and his ability to use it the most is also his brain. How can he give up his brain? How can that be possible!

But Mr. Huang hadn't finished speaking yet: "You have a lot of problems, especially here, it's a difficult disease. In the words of Western medicine, you have a terminal illness!"

Not only was Zhao Xingyang stunned, Zhu Lai Di was in disbelief, and even Huo Yisheng became unusually nervous: "Really?"

My abilities are being questioned again?!

Old Huang snorted, waved his hand, and walked away without looking back.

Ye Shu looked at the devastated Zhao Xingyang and felt ashamed. She was indeed not very skilled yet. She had only noticed that there was something wrong with his pulse. Perhaps her perspective was too limited and she only focused on his injured head.

Zhao Xingyang is sick, and it is a serious and terminal illness!

The news spread quickly in the mining area.

Not only were the scientific researchers panicking, but even the workers in the mining area were at a loss for a moment: "Is Engineer Zhao going to be transferred?"

"So are we still going to do these jobs?"

They have all signed a twenty-year confidentiality agreement. Even if they can stop mining and doing scientific research here, they cannot go back.

Even if I could go back, I couldn't do any other work.

Those who work closely with Zhao Xingyang are even more worried about his health: "Is the problem serious? Can it be cured?"

"Could this be a misdiagnosis? Doesn't Mr. Zhao usually look healthy and well?"

"Yeah, why so sudden!"

……

Huo Yisheng gave Zhao Xingyang an order: "Rest in bed! Don't get out of bed, don't do any calculations, and don't read or use your brain!"

After all, they had grown up together, so it would be a lie for Huo Yisheng to say that he wasn't nervous.

What's more, Zhao Xingyang has a heavy task on his shoulders!

The world can keep going without anyone, but Zhao Xingyang is the core of the entire wasteland camp and several mining areas. Without him, all work will come to a standstill.

Unless the organization selects someone else to replace Zhao Xingyang!

But such a talented person is hard to come by. Even if you meet one, you still have to go through an examination and test, which takes time!

Huo Yisheng asked Zhu Lai Di to watch him and said, "The situation is special. If he refuses to listen and insists on doing what he wants, you are allowed to use special measures."

When Zhao Xingyang heard this, he immediately protested: "I'm about to die, and you're still letting her torture me?"