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Chapter 530 'There is righteousness in you, evil must not be done'

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    Grandpa Hou glanced majestically at his three sons,

    "You have all had your pulse checked, so let's talk about it",

    After a brief silence, Mr. Hou's eldest brother spoke first,

    "Father, didn't your son diagnose any major abnormalities?" Hou Lao's elder brother said sternly. When he said this, he was still in a state of contemplation, and his brows could not help but frown slightly, looking out.  He was very puzzled,

    "Where's the second child?", Mrs. Hou looked at the other one again,

    "Father, my son didn't diagnose any serious problems. I just feel that Mr. Mo's pericardium meridian has nodules, and the triple burner meridian is slightly blocked. Nothing else, yes, and the spleen and stomach should be a little weak,,".

    Grandpa Hou nodded slightly,

    "Well, it's nothing serious," Mrs. Hou said solemnly.

    Hearing this, Guo Junhuai looked at Mrs. Hou in astonishment. Seeing his calm face, Guo Junhuai's heart thumped. Could it be that Hua Tao and the others misdiagnosed him?

    But it won't, my symptoms are left there, how can this be wrong?

    Shen Juan subconsciously looked at Mr. Hou, and Mr. Hou understood what Shen Juan meant, so he said,

    "Father, I didn't tell you when I came here. The day before yesterday, Mr. Mo had a test at the Neurology Department of the People's Hospital of G City, and he was said to be 'central nervous system imbalance'",

    Old Mrs. Hou gave the third son a disdainful glance, and said softly,

    "Hey, with such a long name, I'm not afraid of being a mouthful. It's a 'central nervous system imbalance'. I can't find out the reason, so I just give it a name that sounds 'esoteric', just to fool people."

    Hearing what his father said, Mr. Hou was a little speechless, and he was afraid that Guo Junhuai would feel uncomfortable, so he immediately explained,

    "Father, many detection techniques in Western medicine are still very advanced."

    Old Master Hou snorted coldly,

    "I'm not blind, but no matter how advanced the medical equipment technology is, it is dead, and people are 'alive', understand? Don't be superstitious about those high-tech things, those things can only play a supporting role, 'righteousness exists in the body'  There are not so many twists and turns," Mr. Hou said disdainfully.

    Mrs. Hou has always disliked this "old three", if it wasn't for his "tough wrist", this "old three" almost took the road of western medicine under the name of "combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine".

    Although he knows that this is also forced by the general situation, he will never compromise, and the Hou family's traditional Chinese medicine must be passed on.

    In front of so many people being taught by his old father, Mr. Hou was a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to refute anything, so he just bowed his head and said,

    "The head of the father's teaching, the son remembers."

    Only then was Mrs. Hou satisfied, and there was a smile on his face.  Then he looked at Guo Junhuai and said,

    "Mr. Mo, if I'm not mistaken, you must be a writer, right?"

    Guo Junhuai was startled, wondering if Mr. Hou told him?

    But if I think about it wrong, if Mr. Hou said it, how could Mrs. Hou still use the word 'guess'?

    Guo Junhuai subconsciously glanced at Mr. Hou, and found that Mr. Hou was also surprised.

    "Father, how did you guess that?"

    "Of course it was diagnosed by the pulse diagnosis. Am I wrong?" Old Mrs. Hou asked,

    Guo Junhuai immediately straightened up and said,

    "Yes, Mrs. Hou, you are right, I am a writer",

    Grandpa Hou stroked his beard and said,

    "That's right, not only do you write a lot, but most of the time you 'scramble to write' at night. At that time, your unrestrained writing was like a raging river, rushing for thousands of miles. Am I right?".  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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