Chapter 401 The First Round of Medical Skills Discussion

Although Qian Haoduo is the honorary elder of the "Miaoyi Pavilion", he is not optimistic about the three disciples participating in the medical skill discussion of the "Miaoyi Pavilion". For his own pocket, he resolutely gave up supporting the "Miaoyi Pavilion", Instead, bet on the "Ghost Doctor".

"No kidding!"

Fang Bai reached out to take the pen and paper from Qian Haoduo, signed his name in a fluttering manner, then wrote down the ancient medical school to bet on, the bet amount and the multiple, and finally pressed a red finger print on it.

At this time, on the list of gamblers in Qian Haoduo's hands, there are already dozens of guests who have gambled. Even Hua Tianhe, one of the four major national doctors, is also named on the list, and he invested a million in it. .

What Hua Tianhe bought was of course that "Hui Chun Zhai" could win the championship, and one million was just a small gamble to him. It's a good thing to win money, but he won't feel bad if he loses.

Although the dozens of guests participating in the gambling signed their signatures and did not go through any notarization, no one would worry that the loser would not pay the money after the medical skill discussion was over.

Warriors keep their promises, and they often value reputation and reputation more than life. If a guest does not keep their promises, and if they lose money and refuse to pay, they will be accused by thousands of people and bear a lifetime of infamy. It's hard to get along even in the secular world.

Moreover, the guests who are willing to participate in the gambling are almost all rich and powerful. For them, hundreds of millions are just small sums, and they can afford to lose.

In the past "World Congress of Traditional Chinese Medicine", there have been many gamblers who have spent tens of millions of dollars, but there are only a few guests like Fang Bai who have invested hundreds of millions of bets for the first time.

After Qian Haoduo was shocked for a moment by Fang Bai, who made such a generous move, he was immediately overwhelmed with unspeakable joy.

In Qian Haoduo's view, although Wang Miaomiao received Fang Bai's personal guidance not long ago, no matter how superb the medical skills are, it is impossible for the master to train a medical expert in a short period of time. "The possibility of the disciple winning the first place is almost zero.

What's more, Wang Miaomiao is still a very mediocre disciple, and it is even more difficult to train him. A lot of money does not believe that Fang Bai has the ability to turn decay into magic.

Qian Haoduo silently calculated an account in his heart, once the "Wonderful Medical Pavilion" does not get the first place in the medical skills competition, then at least one-third of the 100 million Fang Bai promised to invest will fall into his own pocket.

"You earn me 20 million, and I earn you even more! Hehe... I can make a small fortune this time!"

For a moment, Qian Haoduo looked at Fang Bai with greedy eyes, as if he regarded Fang Bai as a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Soon, Qian Haoduo walked away from Fang Bai with a beaming eyebrow and a happy face, and continued to encourage other guests to participate in the betting.

Ten minutes later, on the rostrum ahead, fifteen patients in hospital gowns appeared one after another.

Fifteen patients, male and female, all in their twenties, came from major hospitals in Yanjing, all suffered from influenza, with headache, fever, runny nose, cough...the symptoms were roughly the same.

After the fifteen patients sat down in the seats specially set up on the rostrum, the ten judges in charge of judging stepped forward to measure their body temperature and check their symptoms to prevent cheating.

After the judges finished the inspection, fifteen disciples from the five ancient medical schools would stand in front of the patients they needed to treat according to their corresponding numbers, and wait for the host to announce the start.

In the first round of medical skills competition, 15 disciples from the five ancient medical schools used traditional Chinese medicine to treat 15 patients with colds. Whoever can cure the patients in the shortest time will advance to the next round.

And the three people who took the longest time will be eliminated due to inferior skills.

Ordinary doctors treat patients with colds, and within three to five days, they will not see the effect at all, but at the moment, the fifteen disciples of ancient medicine standing on the rostrum are all practicing medicine and martial arts, and the medical skills they have learned are real Chinese medical skills Inheriting the essence, compared to the medical skills of ordinary doctors, I don't know how many times better.

The disciples of the ancient medical school usually don't show their mountains or dew, don't show off or brag, but at this time, for the benefit of the teacher, no one will hide their secrets, it depends on whose medical skills are better.

"The first round of medical skills competition has officially started."

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

Fifteen participating disciples from the five major ancient medical schools heard the words and made their moves one after another.

After looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, some people began to take out the acupuncture box, took out the acupuncture and moxibustion disinfection, and then pierced several acupuncture points on the patient's body like lightning.

Some people rub their hands to warm up and massage the patients.

Some people took out the elixir they carried with them and asked the patient to swallow it...

Fifteen disciples of ancient medicine, the Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers, using various treatments to treat patients.

Among the thousands of guests in the audience, some of them were not from the medical school, and it was the first time they were invited to participate in the "World Congress of Traditional Chinese Medicine". When treating patients, I just felt that my eyes were wide open, and I thought that colds can also be cured in this way.

Nan Gongming, the black-shirted man representing the "Ghost Doctor School", was the last to strike.

He unhurriedly walked up to the thin young man corresponding to him, glanced at him for a few times, then flashed out his right hand, grabbed the thin man's wrist, checked the pulse for a moment, and then let go.

When the thin man's wrist was grasped by Nangong Ming, he felt a cold aura pouring into his body through his wrist, and it disappeared after wandering through the meridians in his body.

While the cold breath was wandering through his body, the thin man seemed as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his body was trembling slightly non-stop, with a feeling that his soul was lost and life would be better than death.

Nangong Ming checked the thin man's pulse and knew his condition well, so he didn't ask any more questions. He stretched out his palms and patted him on the front, back and head a dozen times, and then Wei Wei raised her hand and signaled to the ten judges that her treatment was over.

Usually, when the participating disciples indicated that the treatment was over, it meant that the patient's disease had been cured.

"No, he's cured now?"

"Less than three minutes before and after!"

"This person is not simple!"

"I don't know where the Master Sikong Sect invited such an expert!"

"Go, go to the stage to see if the patient's illness is really cured!"

...

The ten judges walked up to the thin man on the rostrum with strange emotions, some checked his pulse, some took his temperature, and some asked him how he was feeling now, to determine whether he had a real cold It's ready.

"...It's amazing! The doctor patted my body a few times, I was sweating all over, and then I felt a lot more relaxed, and the original headache, cough and other discomfort symptoms disappeared... Brother, you are a genius doctor!"

The thin man stood up, walked up and down the stage energetically, completely different from the listless look just now, and gave Nangong Ming his thumbs up in praise.