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On the day of the competition, Lin Guo and I arrived early at the consultation room of the Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic.
Director Zhao, as a witness, also arrived early.
After waiting for half an hour, the owner of the clinic finally appeared.
Lin Zhentian, 73 years old this year, was in high spirits, with a rosy complexion and a sturdy build.
In his youth, he was a renowned doctor in the area but later transitioned from medicine to business.
Under his leadership, the Lin family became the wealthiest in the county.
"Lin Yang, Lin Guo, you are both sons of the Lin family," Lin Zhentian said. "I hope you can showcase your best selves in today's competition."
"Yes!" we replied in unison.
"I have only one thing to say about this competition," Lin Zhentian declared loudly. "No matter who wins, I hope you can carry on the legacy of our medical skills!"
"Yes!" we answered again.
"Alright, let the competition begin!" Lin Zhentian took his seat.
Director Zhao entered the consultation room and arranged for the first patient to come in.
Sitting in a wheelchair was a middle-aged man who complained of severe pain in his legs.
Lin Guo and I took turns checking the patient's pulse, examining his tongue coating, and observing his complexion.
Afterward, we each wrote down our diagnosis and treatment methods.
Lin Guo diagnosed him with "He Xi Feng" (a condition resembling gout) and provided corresponding treatment methods.
"Not good!"
Lin Guo suddenly thought of something, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
He then remembered that the patient's knee was neither swollen nor hot.
This is a primary symptom of Gout!
"Damn it!"
Lin Guo cursed, "How could I forget such an important symptom?"
"However, my diagnosis should still be correct."
Lin Guo glanced at me and thought, "Anyway, I can't win, so I might as well take a gamble. Even if my diagnosis is wrong, Lin Yang's will definitely be wrong too!"
I wrote down the diagnosis and treatment plan and handed it to Director Zhao.
Lin Guo did the same.
Director Zhao looked at both of our diagnoses and announced, "In the first round, Lin Yang wins!"
"I refuse to accept this!" Lin Guo stood up and shouted, "Our diagnoses are the same; both are Gout. Why did he win?"
"Your diagnosis is Gout, but Lin Yang's diagnosis is Kidney Deficiency!" Director Zhao said.
"Impossible!" Lin Guo screamed. "It’s clearly Gout; how could he diagnose Kidney Deficiency?"
"The facts are as they are," Director Zhao replied. "You diagnosed incorrectly!"
"I don't believe it!" Lin Guo shouted.
"Actually, I also think it's Gout," I stood up and said.
"Haha, you finally admitted it!" Lin Guo laughed.
"But this Gout is not the same as the typical Gout," I said calmly. "The patient has been fishing for years, leading to an invasion of wind evil into his legs, resulting in a mutated form of Gout."
"So, your diagnosis is not wrong, but it's not entirely correct either," I added.
"You’re full of crap!" Lin Guo shouted. "Even if my diagnosis is wrong, the treatment plan is right. If he can stand up, that counts as a win for me!"
"That's true!" I nodded.
"Since you admit it, let's call it a draw," Lin Guo said.
"No!" I shook my head. "My plan can not only eliminate the root cause but also get him on his feet in a short time."
"What did you say?" Lin Guo's eyes widened.
"I said I can make him stand up within five minutes," I declared loudly.
"That's impossible!" Lin Guo yelled.
The audience didn't believe it either.
"How about we make a bet?" I suggested with a smile.
"What are we betting on?" Lin Guo asked.
"Let's bet..."
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