Female doctor copper coin

What important thing did Tongqian think about all night? The next morning, she went to the Dazhong Newspaper Office alone. She carried a backpack and wore white sports shoes, and walked into the newspaper office easily.

She went straight to Editor Liu's office on the second floor. Before she reached the door, she heard several voices inside. She knocked softly and walked in. She saw two elderly people sitting inside, both in their sixties or seventies. One had kind eyes and the other had a red and impatient face, and the red face was a bit like Editor Liu.

"Hello, Manager Liu, and hello, both elders!" Tongqian greeted them.

"Are you the "flying fish"? " asked the red-faced old man.

Tongqian nodded, "This is my pen name."

"Did you write "Youthful Ambition"? How old are you this year?" The red-faced old man continued to ask anxiously.

Editor Liu immediately put down his cup and said, "Mr. Yuan, these two are the presidents of our newspaper. They have read your article and think you are suspected of plagiarism. We have already started printing, but have stopped it now. We will not resume printing until the two presidents confirm it."

"Oh, hello, I'm almost fourteen years old this year." Copper Coin declared solemnly.

"But your article is clearly written by someone over 20 years old. How can you write with such a realistic feeling if you don't have the experience of youth?" The red-faced old man continued to press on.

"It's like even though I don't have high blood pressure, I still know the symptoms of a patient. You can't say that I have to have this disease to be able to write down these symptoms, right?" Tongqian said righteously.

"No, no. I've been the president for so many years and have read so many articles, but I've never had this feeling." The red-faced old man still felt something was wrong, shaking his head and waving his hands.

He raised his hand in the direction facing the coin, and there was a very obvious surgical mark in the middle of his hand.

Tongqian said decisively, "Old man, you are about thirty-six years old and have had a stomach operation."

"Huh? How do you know? Who told her?" The old man looked at Editor Liu.

"No! I didn't say that. Besides, I don't know how old you were when you had the surgery." Editor Liu quickly denied it.

"Is that so? You don't necessarily have to experience it to be able to say it is right." Copper Coin stated his theory again with confidence.

At this time, the other three people looked at the copper coin in surprise.

Editor Liu introduced again, "Xiao Yuan, I like your articles very much, and so do the readers. I accidentally showed off to my old father that I found a very promising author. He is also very fond of talent. This is my father, and this is Uncle Pan, they are both old revolutionaries."

Tongqian stood up and bowed solemnly to the two old men again, "Hello, Mr. Liu, Hello, Mr. Pan!"

The two old men nodded, still with doubts on their faces.

"I sincerely emphasize again that this is my work. I do not bother to copy other people's articles. It can be subjected to any scrutiny."

Mr. Pan was no longer hesitant at this time, "Tell me how you knew about his condition?"

Editor Liu immediately introduced, "Mr. Pan is also the president of our city's Traditional Chinese Medicine Association."

Tongqian nodded again, "You have an aura about you, a sense of being well-informed."

"Tell me quickly, little kid, you know a lot." Old Pan urged again.

"I've been reading a book on traditional Chinese medicine recently, and I've just started. I've just learned about "observation", the best doctor observes the complexion, the middle doctor listens to the sound, and the worst doctor feels the pulse." Old Pan nodded frequently.

"Mr. Liu's face is ruddy and the blood is rushing up in his heart. I think he has high blood pressure. Have you measured it?" Tongqian looked at Mr. Liu.

"Yes, I have been taking blood pressure medication for ten years."

"I can accurately judge that he had surgery because I saw the lines on his palm." Tongqian walked over and took Elder Liu's hand. Elder Pan also came over, "Look, these are the surgical lines, and on his stomach, there are exactly six hour lines, six hundred and thirty-six years old."

"None of us Chinese medicine practitioners take palm lines seriously," said Old Pan, nodding his head.

"In fact, palm lines can best represent the holographic projection of the body, and palm lines appear before symptoms, so they can often serve as a warning." Tongqian spoke confidently about palm lines.

"Very good, very good! It taught us a lesson." Mr. Pan stood up and said.

"I am just showing off my skills in front of an expert." Tongqian sat down quickly.

"Old Liu, don't look down on people with old eyes. These young people have unlimited potential!"

"This strange feeling of mine still hasn't gone away. But your book will definitely continue to be printed."

Then Mr. Liu looked at Editor Liu and asked, "How do you settle the bill? Isn't it the first print that is charged?"

"We will print 50,000 copies this time and settle the bill with her right away." Editor Liu walked out and came back a moment later, handing the deposit slip to Tongqian.

Tongqian happily settled this important matter.