Hearing Lin Yi's explanation, the live broadcast room was in an uproar.
"Awesome 666, you know how to be an anchor? What else don't you understand?"
"Real or fake? Can this be understood as an electrocardiogram of traditional Chinese medicine?"
Lin Yi simply waved his hand.
"Don't, don't use Western medicine to try to explain the principles of Chinese medicine. The things of our ancestors are very deep."
When the netizens in the live broadcast room saw what he said, they felt a sense of pride and immediately agreed.
"That is to say, haven't you heard anyone say this before? No matter how many consultations with experts can't find anything wrong, do you think the experts can't do electrocardiograms or what?"
"Didn't you tell me everything? Those advanced instruments didn't even detect it."
"Anchor, to be fair, this is still pseudoscience. Will silk not be repulsed when it enters the human body?"
"Yes, mosquitoes won't be rejected when their mouthparts enter the blood vessels? I'm a medical student. Stop promoting pseudoscience here."
Questioning barrages caught Lin Yi's eyes.
Before it was Lin Yi's turn to refute, the netizens in the live broadcast room had already responded.
"Brother, I am also studying medicine. I advise you not to embarrass yourself here. Drop out of school. Finding a factory to drive screws is better than studying medicine."
"Do you still know about rejection? Didn't your teacher teach you that the main component of silk is protein. It was used as a suture material in surgeries in the past and can also be used to reconstruct human tissues. Don't learn it as soon as possible. If you learn it, it will be quackery. "
"Do you think that the mosquito you slapped to death in the summer had its mouth taken out when it died? Then it stayed in your body, silly kid. You have the bones and blood of the mosquito in your body, so why didn't you Becoming Mosquito Man?”
"My mentor is a great figure in the domestic medical field and the chief physician of the China Medical Association. He takes time out to visit private Chinese medicine practitioners every year. How awesome are you to dare to talk about pseudoscience here?"
Without him having to say anything, the water friends in the live broadcast room were able to spray that guy off the internet, and Lin Yi was deeply gratified.
At this moment, he brought Du Ping into the house and closed the doors and windows tightly.
Wang Qiang held the live broadcast equipment and lay outside the window to look inside.
There was no light in the room, but a candle was lit.
Then, using pricking, while the wound was still bleeding, silk threads were inserted into Du Ping's left arm one by one.
The shadows of the nine silk threads were all cast on the wall, and Lin Yi used his pen to draw nine lines.
Then he held his breath and stared at the shadow on the wall.
Wang Qiang and Abu were both lying outside the window, not even daring to speak out loud. Mr. Lu was also looking into the house eagerly like them.
Netizens in the live broadcast room were even more shocked by his actions.
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After about two minutes, Lin Yi stood up, pulled off the silk, blew out the candles, and opened the doors and windows.
Wang Qiang was the first to rush into the room, pointed his camera at the handwriting on the wall, pouted at Lin Yi, and said proudly.
"Lin Daxian'er, I'm going to let you go now. Let me tell you what's going on!"
Lin Yi kicked him lightly and pointed at the mark on the wall.
"The human heart has nine orifices, which are connected to the two eyes, the mouth, the two ears, and the two nostrils. The remaining two are in the lower third path, so I won't go into details."
"Let's talk about it, I like to hear it."
"I am unbearably lonely late at night, so I came to chat with my sister..."
"Good guy, is it you who lured the film seller here?"
Lin Yi also laughed and said:
"These silk threads lead to the nine orifices in the heart. Among them, there are almost no pulses in the eyes, mouth, and ears. This means that these three orifices are blocked in the heart meridians, so the root cause of the disease is in the heart and not in the brain."
"Anchor, I admire you so much right now! This discovery is so subversive! If we follow the theory of Western medicine, they will definitely work on the brain and not consider the heart at all."
"Indeed, when we looked at this case before, the teacher also said that it was likely that the cerebral blood vessels were blocked after being stimulated, resulting in the loss of some language and expression abilities."
"Anchor, can I write your case into my doctoral thesis?"
"Anchor, you are simply the god of Chinese medicine!"
"if not?"
A group of medical professionals in the live broadcast room lined up to blow all kinds of rainbow farts to Lin Yi.
After hearing what Lin Yi said clearly, Mr. Lu came closer and asked in a low voice.
"Comrade Xiaolin, now that you have found the problem, do you have any solution?"
Lin Yi touched his chin.
"let me try!"
With that said, he directed Zhou Zhenbiao to untie Du Ping's clothes.
The moment his shirt was unbuttoned, a dark red mark was revealed on Du Ping's chest.
It looked like a burn scar, with circles of hematoma clearly visible, and countless winding blood filaments emanating from the surrounding area, just like the root system of a plant.
It penetrated deeply into Du Ping's heart.
The entire mark looked like an eyeball covered with bloodshot eyes.
"Tattoo? Underworld?"
"This tattoo is well done. It looks like a three-dimensional relief. Where did you get it? Give me the address!"
"Why do I feel like this thing looks a bit like a cigarette lighter burn scar? It's round and round."
"Hey guys, the cigarette lighter is out. This thing is now considered a cultural relic, you know? Who among the young people today knows about this thing?"
Lin Yi looked at the scar on Du Ping's chest and turned to ask Mr. Lu.
"Has this scar always been there?"
Mr. Lu shook his head.
“It was not written in his medical report before departure, it only appeared after he came back.
When the experts came for consultation, they performed examinations and took samples and slices.
It was concluded that the composition of human tissue was no different from Du Ping's own, and there were no other signs of disease, so he was prescribed some ointment. "
Unexpectedly, Abudu suddenly shouted.
"Hey, brother, this, this thing looks the same as the thing on the back of Adili from our village."
"Brother, is the person you are talking about the same person who worked as a guide for the archaeological team before?"
Lin Yi stepped forward and asked.
"Yes, that's him. The expert said that he had rabies, so he prescribed some medicine. The family usually tied them with chains. Last winter, he broke away from the chains and ran away. He was run over by a passing semi-trailer and died. It’s a relief.”
"Are you sure it's the same as this?"
Abdul nodded firmly.
"I was the one who took care of Adili's funeral. When I was changing clothes, I remembered it very clearly. It was like a pattern like eyes. We thought it was a tattoo or something."
Lin Yi stared at the mark on Du Ping's chest for a long time, then suddenly said to Mr. Lu:
"The red marks on Du Ping and the guide Adili may be a curse!"
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