Chapter 394

Although Qian Duoduo is an honorary elder of "Miaoyi Pavilion", he is not optimistic about the three disciples participating in the medical skill competition. In order to consider his own money bag, he resolutely gave up supporting the "Miaoyi Pavilion" and bet on the "ghost doctor" instead.

"No kidding!"

Fang Bai reached out and took a pen and paper from Qian's many hands. He signed his name, wrote down the ancient medicine to be bet, the amount and multiple of the bet, and finally pressed a red finger print.

At this time, there were dozens of gambling guests on the list of gamblers in Qian's hands. Even Hua Tianhe, one of the four big countries' doctors, was in the list with a million yuan in his name.

What Hua Tianhe bought naturally is that "huichunzhai" can win the championship, but a million yuan is just a small bet for him. Winning money is a good thing, and losing will not hurt.

Although the dozens of guests who took part in the gambling were all signed and signed without any notarization, none of them would worry about the situation that the loser would not give money after the medical consultation.

The martial arts value their promises. They often value their reputation and reputation more than their lives. If a guest fails to keep his promise and fails to pay his or her debts, he will be criticized by thousands of people and bear a reputation for his whole life. Let alone the ancient martial arts world, it will be difficult to get along in the secular world in the future.

Moreover, almost all the guests who are willing to take part in the gambling are rich and noble. For them, hundreds of millions are just small numbers and can afford to lose.

In the past "world conferences of traditional Chinese medicine", there have been many gamblers who have made millions of bets. However, it is rare for Fang Bai to take part in gambling for the first time and put in hundreds of millions of bets.

A lot of money was shocked for a moment by Fang Bai, who made a big deal of money. Then, he was overjoyed.

In Qian's opinion, although Wang Miaomiao received Fang Bai's personal instruction not long ago, no master with the highest level of medical skills could train a master of medical ethics in a short period of time. Therefore, unless there is a miracle, there is almost no possibility that the "Miaoyi Pavilion" disciple will win the first place.

What's more, Wang Miaomiao is a very mediocre disciple. He is more difficult to teach. He has a lot of money and does not believe in Fang Bai. He has the ability to turn corruption into magic.

Qian has made a silent calculation in his mind. Once the "Miao Yi Pavilion" fails to win the first place in the medical skill competition, at least one third of the 100 million Yuan Fang Bai promised to invest will fall into his own pocket.

"You make me 20 million, I make you more! Hey, hey You can make a small fortune this time

For a moment, Qian looked at Fang Bai's eyes and became greedy and burning. He seemed to regard Fang Bai as a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

Soon, a lot of money moved away from Fang Bai and continued to encourage other guests to participate in the bet.

More than ten minutes later, 15 patients in hospital uniform appeared on the front platform.

Fifteen patients, male and female, all in their twenties, came from hospitals in Yanjing, suffering from influenza, headache, fever, runny nose and cough The symptoms are similar.

After 15 patients sat down in specially set seats on the rostrum, ten judges in charge of judging came forward to take their temperature and check their symptoms to prevent cheating.

After the judges have finished the examination, the 15 disciples of the five ancient medical schools will go to their patients in need of treatment according to the corresponding number, and wait for the host to announce the start.

The first round of medical skills competition was that 15 disciples of the five ancient medical schools adopted traditional Chinese medicine therapy to treat 15 patients with cold. Whoever can cure the patients in the shortest time will be promoted to the next round.

The three people who used the longest time will be eliminated because of their poor skills.

Ordinary doctors don't have three or five days to treat patients with colds. However, the 15 ancient medical disciples standing on the rostrum are all practicing both medicine and martial arts. The medical skills they have learned are the essence of the inheritance of Chinese medical skills. Compared with the medical skills of ordinary doctors, they are not sure how many times better.

The disciples of the ancient medical school usually don't show off the mountains or dew, do not publicize or boast. But at this time, for the sake of the school's interests, no one can hide his or her private affairs. It depends on whose medical skills are better.

"The first round of medical skills competition officially begins."

Wen Yu's eyes swept over the three contestants of "Miaoyi Pavilion", and then solemnly announced the beginning of the medical skill competition.

After hearing the speech, 15 students from the five ancient medical schools started to fight one after another.

After looking, smelling, asking and cutting, someone began to take out the acupuncture box, take out the acupuncture and moxibustion disinfection, and then stab into several acupoints on the patient's body like lightning.

Some people rub their hands to massage the patients.

Others take out the pills they carry with them and let the patients swallow them

Fifteen ancient medical disciples, eight immortals across the sea, each showing his magic power, using various therapies to treat patients.

Among the thousands of guests under the stage, some of them were not doctors, and were invited to attend the "World Congress of traditional Chinese medicine" for the first time. When they saw that the fifteen ancient medical disciples on the rostrum used some strange methods to treat patients, they only opened their eyes and thought that the original feeling could be treated in this way.

Nangong Ming, a black shirt man who represents the "ghost doctor gate", was the last one to attack.He walked to the thin young man he was in a hurry, glancing at each other for a few eyes, then the right hand lightning detected, grabbed the wrist of the thin man, and explored the pulse for a moment, which let go.

When the thin man's wrist was caught by nangongming, he felt a cold breath coming into the body through his wrist, and then disappeared after wandering through the meridian.

And that cold breath in the body of the process of wandering, thin men as if falling into the ice cave, the body is constantly shaking, there is a feeling of loss of soul, life as death.

Nangongming explored a thin and weak man's pulse, knew his condition, and no longer asked any questions. He extended his palms, patted him gently for more than ten times in front of him, behind his head, and then raised his hand slightly to ten judges to indicate that his treatment had been over.

Usually, the students indicate that the patient has been cured after the treatment is finished.

"No, he's cured?"

"Less than three minutes before and after!"

"This person is not simple!"

"I don't know where the master of the Sikong gate invited the high-ranking people!"

"Go on, come on stage and see if the patient's illness is really good!"

……

Ten judges, with a different mood, went to the thin man on the podium, some of whom explored his pulse, some measured his temperature, and asked him what he felt now to make sure that his cold was really good.

“…… It's a god! The doctor took so many pictures on me, I sweat all over the body, and then the whole person relaxed a lot. The original headache, cough and other discomfort disappeared Brother, you are a miracle doctor! "

The thin man stood up and walked back and forth on the stage with a great energy. He was different from the listless appearance just now, and praised him with his thumbs up at the south palace Ming.

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