One glance at the Qi can distinguish life and death, judge yin and yang, and judge cause and effect.
Chen Du, a senior student at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, was held by a dying old man's wrist during a community free clinic.
The old man turned his lifelong cultivation into a ray of "qi" and poured it into his body, and he died of exhaustion of Qi.
From then on, Chen Du's eyes changed.
He can see the "Qi" flowing in each person's body - white Qi for health, gray Qi for disease, black Qi for signs of death, and golden Qi for vitality.
You can see lesions that cannot be detected by Western medicine at a glance, and clear blockages that cannot be detected by instruments with just one shot.
But this ability is not a gift, it is a debt.
Hidden in the wordless medical records left by the old man is a legacy that has lasted for thousands of years - "Looking at the Qimen". The old man called himself "Shen Henian", but when he found Renxintang according to his business card, Shen Henian had died three months ago.
How could a person who had been dead for three months pass on Qi to him yesterday?
Cause of death: All vitality drained away by the Devouring Gate. But Shen Henian's granddaughter Shen Nian - the quiet woman with a silver bracelet on her wrist - seemed to know something but kept silent.
On one side is the daily consultation at Renxintang - using the art of looking at qi to accurately diagnose, cure difficult and complicated diseases, and slap all the authorities in the face; on the other side is the undercurrent of millennium grievances - the Qi-devouring Sect is making a comeback, the contract keepers are secretly watching, and the secrets sealed in the wordless medical records are being revealed layer by layer.
"Once Wangqi reaches your hand, it cannot be cut off."
From today on, he is the ninth generation leader of Wangqi Sect.
But first - he's a doctor.
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This is my first time to write a book. I hope my friends will criticize and correct me if I do something wrong.