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With a word from Han Yi Wang, Minghui was forced to a dead end, and Cui Wuxuan and others clamored in the audience:

"Chairman Ming, do you compare? If you don't compare, then you will give up, don't dare!"

"Yes, it's like a woman drowsy!"

Minghui's face blushed, and he said in a deep voice: "How to compare, you can tell."

The cold doctor smiled lightly, "One minute, you and I each use one minute to see who gets more acupuncture points, and the outcome is determined."

Minghui's heart sank, full of bitterness, but he could only bite the bullet.

However, he still had a hint of fantasy in his heart.

His own acupuncture technique is not much weaker than that of Han Yi Wang, and he may not have no chance of winning.

It's just hopeless.

At this moment, I suddenly heard an angry voice saying:

"King Cold Doctor, you people from Cold Country are as shameless as ever!"

King Hanyi narrowed his eyes, and a cold glow burst into his eyes. He saw an old man sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed into the venue.

"Old Hua!"

"Didn't Mr. Hua be injured and hospitalized?"

"Old Hua, are you okay?"

Hua Lao greeted the surroundings slightly, "Don't worry, you're only injured, you can't die temporarily."

The wheelchair continued to move forward, until he reached the stage, Hua Lao looked at the Han Yi Wang with a mocking expression on his face.

"The King of Cold Medicine, you would really embarrass the doctors, using those three kinds of abuse methods to make us who are Chinese medicine disabled, and use your own strengths to compare with others in the official competition. Can you cold people not be able to lose? "

Old Hua asked sharply.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The King of Cold Doctor slapped his cheeks and denied it, "You are hurt yourself. It's nothing to do with me. There is no proof, don't spit people!"

"Haha! You know if it's bloody mouthful!"

Hua Lao showed a touch of sarcasm, then turned his wheelchair and turned to the audience, "You guys, do you think it is really a coincidence that so many Chinese medicine practitioners have had an accident on the same day?"

"No! Once or twice may be a coincidence, three or four times is definitely artificial!"

"Everyone is not a fool. On the eve of the Zhonghan showdown, the Chinese medicine masters encountered accidents one by one, and the fools believe it!"

The sentiment was so excited, some people even yelled at him. Old Hua waved his hand to be quiet, and looked at the cold doctor again.

"I know there is nothing to say about it, you will definitely not admit it, and I won't say anything."

Hua Lao glanced at the copper man of acupuncture and sneered: "As far as I know, the copper man of acupuncture seals the holes of the copper man with yellow wax, and water is injected into it. If the acupuncture point is accurate, the needle enters but the water flows out; , The needle cannot penetrate."

"The cold doctor, how many years have you been practicing this?"

Old Hua suddenly asked.

The King of Cold Medicine was about to speak, but his nephew Cui Wuxuan said with a full face, "My uncle has practiced with acupuncture bronze man for 18 years, and no one in the world is his opponent."

The King of Cold Medicine glared at him and said what was happening, this was a pit!

Cui Wuxuan blinked, what did uncle stare at me for?

really!

Hua Lao smiled dismissively, "You have practiced with this bronze man of acupuncture and moxibustion for eighteen years, but let the chairman Ming, who saw the bronze man of acupuncture and moxibustion for the first time, compete with you, don't you feel shameless?

Although he doesn't like Minghui as a person, it is related to the rise and fall of Chinese medicine, so he can only come forward.

The King of Cold Medicine didn't change his face and his heart was not beating, and said: "The acupuncture technique is passed down from the Acupuncture Sage, and represents the highest level of doctors. Why not try acupuncture? If President Ming is afraid of losing, he can't compare."

Minghui's face blushed, he can see it now, if he compares, he has no chance of winning.

But if it's not...

Minghui frowned into Chuan, and said: "The first round of stitches has already been compared. There is no need to repeat the competition. The third round should be changed!"

Since the cold doctor can be shameless, why can't I?

Minghui thought to himself.

"What do you want to compare?"

Han Yi Wang asked, narrowing his eyes.

Minghui quickly calculated that the acupuncture and pharmacology were better than clinical.

In this regard, I am quite confident.

"Compared to the clinic."

Minghui blurted out.

The King of Cold Medicine said nonchalantly, "Ordinary patients are meaningless to you and me. It is difficult to decide the outcome in a short time!"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a broken cry: "Help, save Su Ran!"

Everyone looked back one after another, only to see a young man holding a woman and staggering over.

He is handsome and well-dressed, and he is not an ordinary person at first glance.

It's just that the look at this moment is sad and helpless, and the voice has changed.

Looking at the woman in his arms, everyone was shocked.

That woman was actually tied with five flowers, and the bundle was strong.

Even so, the woman still gave out a weird low growl, her voice low, like a monster roar.

The young man ignored everyone's weird eyes and ran with the woman in his arms.

Suddenly, the young man staggered at his feet and almost fell, but after forcibly standing firmly, he immediately continued to run forward.

But the sharp-eyed people clearly saw that the woman forcibly raised her head from time to time, grinning, as if to bite.

Upon seeing this, everyone drew aside, and the young man ran to the stage and shouted at the stage:

"I am Zhang Junru of the Zhang family, please save my girlfriend!"

"Boy Zhang, what is wrong with your girlfriend?"

Qiu Yehong, who was closer, asked.

"Yes... She was bitten by a dog the other day."

Zhang Junru said in pain.

"Rabies!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words and backed away.

"This is a terminal illness..."

Qiu Yehong's face changed dramatically.

"Is there a rabies vaccine?"

Zhang Junru burst into tears: "I hit it at that time, and there is serum, but it's useless..."

This is bitten by a mad dog!

Qiuye's red heart sank, and when she saw the woman struggling frantically and grinning, she suddenly concluded.

This woman... is hopeless!

Suddenly, with an idea, he looked up at Minghui and the King of Cold Medicine on the stage.

"King of the cold doctor, didn't you say that ordinary consultations are meaningless? How about taking this patient as the third game and dividing the winner?"

Divide the yarn!

The cold doctor's face jumped wildly, and he gave Qiu Yehong a fierce look.

Although rabies can be prevented by vaccination, most of them will not show symptoms.

However, once bitten by a real mad dog, vaccination and serum are useless.

And once the disease occurs, the mortality rate is 100%!

The old thing is digging a hole for him!

The King of Cold Medicine hated the sky and glared at Qiu Yehong.

How to save a mortal person?

If neither he nor Minghui can be saved, there will be a tie, and his previous methods will be wasted.

No way!

not like this!

The cold doctor was just about to refuse, and only listened to a not fluent female voice next to him saying:

"Mr. Cui, Chairman Ming, I think it is feasible. It is the doctor's duty to save the dead and heal the wounded. You can use this as the third game!"

Hearing this voice, the cold doctor's face jumped again, and he looked at the talking woman helplessly.

"Miss Brandt..."

"I want to see the highest level of Chinese medicine and cold medicine, so that our International Medical Association can praise it, right?

Michelle Brandt, the vice president of the International Medical Association and the chief referee of the Chinese-cold medicine showdown, said quietly.