Zhou Yuan was fulfilling the duty of a Chinese medicine practitioner, but to everyone's ears, it seemed too arrogant.
"Nonsense!"
"You clearly don't understand Chinese medicine, how can you diagnose without taking the pulse?"
Feng Chenmo rebuked angrily, "Step aside immediately, and if you cause any more trouble, don't blame us for being rude!"
He believed in his own judgment, Xu Shengde was indeed significantly drunk, but it wasn't as severe as Zhou Yuan described.
And he was also confident that after a bowl of sobering soup was ingested, it would definitely cure the ailment.
"As a practitioner of Chinese medicine, you don't even recognize the 'observation' in the four diagnostic methods of inspection, listening and smelling, inquiring, and palpation; it's truly sad!"
Zhou Yuan felt powerless, knowing the patient's condition with just one glance at his complexion, why would he need to take the pulse?
"You…"
Feng Chenmo's lips trembled with anger!