Chapter 401: : The first round of medical skills

Although Qian Hao Duo is the honorary elder of "Miao Yi Ge", he is not optimistic about the three disciples of "Miao Yi Ge" participating in the medical practice. For the sake of his own money, He decisively gave up supporting "Miaoyige" and instead bet on "Ghost Doctor".
"No kidding!"
Fang Bai reached out and took a pen and paper from Qianduo's hand. Long Feifengwu signed his name, and then wrote down the ancient medical school to bet, the amount and multiple of the bet, and finally pressed a red finger print on it.
At this time, on the list of gambling personnel in the hands of a lot of money, there were already dozens of guests betting. Even the name of Hua Tianhe, one of the four major Chinese medicine doctors, was listed, and he invested 1 million in it. .
What Hua Tianhe bought was that the "Rejuvenation Studio" could win the championship, and one million is just a small bet for him. It is a good thing to win money, and it won't hurt if you lose.
Although the dozens of guests participating in the gambling are all signed and detained without any notarization, no one will worry that the loser will not give the money after the medical consultation is over.
The warrior is committed to keeping promises, and often puts reputation and credibility more important than life. If guests fail to keep their promises, lose money and refuse to pay, they will be accused by thousands of people, and they will be infamous. It's hard to mix in the world.
And the guests who are willing to participate in the gambling are almost all wealthy. For them, tens of millions are only a small number, and they can afford to lose.
At the previous "World Congress of Traditional Chinese Medicine", there have been many gamblers who spent hundreds of millions of dollars, but there are no other guests like Fang Bai who participated in the bet for the first time and invested hundreds of millions of dollars.
A lot of money was shocked by Fang Bai, who was arrogant, and immediately followed by unspeakable joy.
According to Qian Hao Duo, although Wang Miaomiao received Fang Bai’s personal guidance not long ago, it is impossible for a master with great medical skills to educate a medical expert in a short period of time. Therefore, unless a miracle occurs, "Miao Yi Ge "The probability of a disciple winning the first place is almost zero.
What's more, Wang Miaomiao was still a very mediocre disciple, and it was more difficult to train him. There was a lot of money and he didn't believe that Fang Bai had the ability to turn corruption into magic.
Qian Duoduo silently calculated an account. Once the "Miao Medical Pavilion" failed to get the first place in the medical consultation session, then Fang Bai promised to invest 100 million yuan, at least one-third of it will fall into his pocket.
"You earn me 20 million, and I earn you more! Hey... I can make a small fortune this time!"
For a while, Qian Miao's gaze turned to Fang Bai's greedy heat, as if he regarded Fang Bai as a fat sheep to be slaughtered.
Soon, a lot of money, with a happy face, walked away from Fang Bai, and continued to encourage other guests to participate in betting.
Ten minutes later, on the rostrum in front, fifteen patients in hospital gowns appeared one after another.
Fifteen patients, including males and females, are in their twenties. They come from major hospitals in Yanjing. They are all suffering from influenza, with headaches, fever, runny nose, cough... the symptoms are roughly the same.
After fifteen patients sat down in the specially set seats on the rostrum, the ten judges in charge of the judges stepped forward to take their temperature and check their symptoms to prevent cheating.
After the judges have completed the inspection, the 15 disciples of the five ancient medical schools will walk to the patients who need to be treated and stand still according to the corresponding numbers, and wait for the host to announce the start.
In the first round of medical discussion, 15 disciples of the five ancient medical schools used Chinese medicine to treat 15 patients with colds. Whoever can cure the patients in the shortest time will advance to the next round.
The three who took the longest time will be eliminated due to their inferior skills.
Ordinary doctors treat patients with colds, and there is no effect at all within three or five days, but the fifteen disciples of ancient medicine standing on the rostrum at this moment are all practicing both medical and martial arts, and the medical skills they learned are real Chinese medicine. The essence of inheritance is many times better than that of ordinary doctors.
The disciples of the ancient medical school usually do not show up or brag, but at this time, for the benefit of the teacher, no one can hide privately. It depends on who has better medical skills.
"The first round of medical skills discussion has officially begun."
Wen Yu's gaze swept over the three participating disciples of the "Miao Medical Pavilion", and then solemnly screamed, announcing the beginning of the medical skills discussion.
Fifteen participating disciples from the five major ancient medical schools heard the words and took action.
After looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, someone began to take out the acupuncture box, take out the acupuncture and disinfection, and then pierce several acupuncture points on the patient's body like lightning.
Some people rub their hands and massage the patients.
Some people took out the pill that they carried with them and let the patient swallow it...
Fifteen disciples of the ancient medical school and the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showed their magical powers and used various therapies to treat the patients.
Among the thousands of guests in the audience, some were not from the medical school and were invited to participate in the "World Chinese Medicine Conference" for the first time. When they saw the fifteen ancient medical practitioners on the rostrum, they used some weird methods. When treating the patient, I only felt an eye-opener, thinking that the cold can still be treated like this.
Nangongming, the black-shirted man who played on behalf of the "Ghost Doctor", was the last to take the shot.
He walked unhurriedly to the thin young man he corresponds to, glanced at the opponent, then flashed out his right hand, grabbed the thin man's wrist, and checked his pulse for a while before letting go.
When the thin man's wrist was grasped by Nangongming, he felt a cold breath pouring into his body through his wrist, and then disappeared after wandering through the meridians in his body.
And as the cold breath wandered through the body, the thin man seemed to fall into an ice cave, his body trembling slightly, and he felt a sense of despair and death.
Nangong Ming probed the pulse of the thin man, knew his condition well, and stopped asking any questions. He stretched out his palms and patted him a dozen times in front of, behind and on his head, and then Raising his hand slightly, he signaled to the ten judges that his treatment had ended.
Normally, when the participating disciples signal the end of the treatment, it means that the patient's disease has been cured.
"No, he will be cured?"
"Less than three minutes before and after!"
"This person is not easy!"
"I don't know where the master Sagong invited the master!"
"Go, come on stage to see if the patient's illness is really cured!"
...
The ten judges walked to the thin man on the rostrum with a strange mood, some probed his pulse, some measured his body temperature, and some asked him how he feels now to determine whether his cold was true. It's already done.
"...It's amazing! The doctor took a few shots on my body, I sweated all over, and then my whole body was relieved a lot, and the original headaches, coughs and other uncomfortable symptoms disappeared... Brother, you are really a genius doctor!"
The thin man stood up and walked a few steps back and forth on the stage vigorously. He was no different from the listless appearance just now, and gave a thumbs up to Nangong Ming.