When Li Shengxian heard this, his nose was so angry that he was so angry.

He has never seen such an excessive and despicable request.

Huang Yilong looked at Pu Qing'er boldly and said with a proud smile:

"Don't tell me, although we are both of yellow race, our looks are always a little different."

"The important thing is that although my master has countless women, he doesn't have any girls from neighboring countries. Being a disciple can be regarded as filial piety and filial piety to him."

"Miss Qing'er, what do you think?"

The camera he just wanted to turn around was turned away by Li Shengxian angrily.

If such words make the news, where will Li Shengxian's face be put?

Who knew that Pu Qing'er was not like ordinary women who stood up to resist? She looked at Li Shengxian calmly and said:

"I grew up without a father or a mother. I was raised by my master. I will do whatever my master asks me to do."

Li Shengxian shouted angrily:

"Can you be more shameless?"

Huang Yilong looked confident:

"This is boring. You didn't want us to want nothing. Now we want it, but you are unwilling to give it."

"In other words, your billions are not as good as your disciples? Then you think I didn't say that?"

"You, you..."

Li Shengxian was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He glanced around and saw that many people on the field were talking about him and didn't understand why he was so angry.

The muscles on Li Shengxian's old face moved and he forced himself to laugh.

"You are so bad. The competition hasn't even started yet, and you did it on purpose."

Huang Yilong shrugged:

"Isn't that true? The competition hasn't even started yet. You may not be the loser. Why are you so afraid?"

Li Shengxian suddenly no longer hesitated, pushed Pu Qing'er in front of Huang Yilong, and said seriously:

"Just as you said, if I lose, I will give my beloved disciple to Chen Tian. If I win, everything you won from me before will be returned to me."

"In addition, I want you to say it yourself in front of all the media in China: Traditional Chinese medicine is dead, and there is no miracle doctor in China who can defeat me, Li Shengxian."

Huang Yilong waved his hand impatiently:

"Okay, okay, since you have no doubts, let's finish early and go home early. My master is still watching my performance."

Li Shengxian looked at Huang Yilong strangely. He couldn't figure out where they got their confidence.

If they are good at playing psychological warfare with themselves, in the end they still have to rely on their medical skills to speak for themselves.

He already knew Huang Yilong thoroughly. It was the curator Chen Duao who told him.

He was not outstanding in the traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Even when he wanted to become a disciple, he was rejected by the three chiefs because they thought his qualifications were too low.

The most powerful disciple in the Chinese Medical Center is Sun Jingye’s close disciple Zhou Liang.

But Zhou Liang was a piece of cake in front of Pu Qing'er, and he lost quickly.

That day, Huang Yilong was able to win the competition using simple stitches, but he had never figured it out until now.

But in today's competition, Li Shengxian will not give them any chance!

Li Shengxian said:

"In the past few days, many people have come to compete in various traditional Chinese medicine skills and knowledge, and many of them are complete nerds. If they can work hard at writing, they are better than anyone else. They are asked to carry out clinical treatment, but they can't even understand the most basic

I couldn’t understand everything I looked at, heard or asked about.”

"So, the decisive battle between you and me should be fought with a living person."

"Among the masters present, we each select ten people to check each other's patients to see if they have the same symptoms and there is not much difference in priorities."

"Then, it's the same as before, whoever can save the patient will win."

Huang Yilong waved:

"No need to talk nonsense, I am also a medical student. I know that no other competition can prove the level between you and me. The only way to save people is to treat patients."

Soon, both sides each selected ten masters to serve as referees. One was to identify the patient's condition for them to prevent fraud, and the other was to judge their treatment process to see who would win first.

The game is about to start, and everyone in the entire venue is in a state of madness.

This game is absolutely unprecedented.

The competition bell rang, and the huge venue fell into silence for an instant.

When Bai Yujiao saw this, Chen Tian didn't show up either, so she couldn't help but ask:

"A person like you never dares to be generous and compete with others like a man. I originally thought that you let Huang Yilong pass because you were just deliberately engaging in psychological warfare. I didn't expect that you really asked him to compete?"

"Chen Tian, ​​I really think you are too arrogant. Although I don't study medicine, I know the art of traditional Chinese medicine. It is also something from our ancestors. We, the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, are all responsible."

"But this is the final. If you lose, no one can beat Li Shengxian anymore, and everyone will lose face."

"I know you are very powerful. Even when I went crazy, you were able to deal with it easily."

"Then shouldn't you go and compete in person just to be on the safe side?"

"Then Huang Yilong seems to be more careless than you, so you actually believe him?"

"Noisy!"

Chen Tian only said two words, and Bai Yujiao's blood vessels almost burst.

Bai Yujiao finally had good intentions and wanted to persuade him, but she didn't expect that Chen Tian would not appreciate it and just wanted to leave.

But she gave up after getting up, thinking that if Chen Tian was so arrogant, he would slap her in the face later.

The referees this time, Chen Duao, Yin Zhongyuan and Sun Jingye, are all senior officials of the Chinese Medical Center. They all volunteered to become Huang Yilong's referee.

Huang Yilong did not refuse. This was their last chance to change their image and restore the reputation of the Chinese Medical Center.

The game officially begins.

After on-site identification, the patients on both sides underwent routine examinations using Western medicine methods. Whether it was heart rate, blood pressure, blood sugar, and many other indicators that may affect the body, they were all surprisingly similar.

Then, Li Shengxian and Huang Yilong began to race against time to save people.

"I heard that these two patients suffer from at least three terminal diseases. Ordinary people would die even if they contracted just one of them."

"Can people suffering from the three terminal diseases really be saved? And they still have to use traditional Chinese medicine."

"Don't underestimate Chinese medicine. The magic of Chinese medicine lies in the fact that many treatment methods cannot be explained by science."

"In Chinese medicine, there is a very important theory, that is, Chinese medicine does not believe that cancer exists."

"As for Western medicine, as long as the cancer is malignant, it will directly declare that the treatment is ineffective."

"But I don't know how to treat traditional Chinese medicine. As long as I don't die, I'm willing to try it."

"So I often hear people say that people suffering from cancer have been cured by traditional Chinese medicine. People also often say that the magic of traditional Chinese medicine is that the medicine and medicine are destined to be the right person."

"Isn't this just like the law of nature?"

After hearing these discussions, everyone gained insights.

I believe that no matter who wins this game, they can surprise the world.

At this time, Li Shengxian began his normal diagnosis and treatment. He used almost all the lost techniques of traditional Chinese medicine, of which acupuncture can only be considered one.

As for Huang Yilong, he knows nothing but acupuncture.

After seeing this, everyone seemed a little confused.

Huang Yilong only had nine stone needles in his hand, and no more silver needles.

At this time, he concentrated on diagnosing the condition.

His face suddenly became ecstatic because he could easily judge the patient's condition.

He recited it silently in his mind, as if reciting a composition.

"The first needle, the Renzhong point, is the beginning of the ghost palace."

"The second shot, Shaoshang point, is for the follow-up of Guixin."

"The third shot, Yinbai point, is for the ghost base!"

………………

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and countless masters clicked their tongues.

"The first few injections are understandable, but the next few injections can't tell which acupuncture points are inserted. Why can't I tell?"

"Yes, I have been practicing medicine and treating diseases for many years, but there are still acupuncture points that I am not familiar with. What acupoints did he insert?"

"How strange!"
To be continued...