Chapter eight hundred and eighty fifth: not sick and pretending to be sick
"Blood Medicine Sect?"
Ma Tianxiong sneered: "What, you mean Ouyang Che's diagnosis is wrong, and your hematology clinic wants to announce the correct answer to set the record straight?"
Wrong diagnosis?
In other words, a misdiagnosis?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
What is this place? What is the occasion?
In the world of Chinese medicine, there are three sects and twelve aristocratic families. The Medicine God Competition is the most mysterious event of Chinese medicine and the highest representative event of medical skills.
The contestants sent by each family are the most outstanding talents among the younger generation of the family, and their medical skills are amazing.
When everyone competes in medical skills, most of them focus on details and oddities. They can prove each other and improve each other.
Even if the rules of this year's competition suddenly change, the hidden diseases in the patient's body are not so easy to guess, but at most they can only touch the door. If they are given more time, they are confident that they can accurately diagnose the root cause of the patient's disease.
, and then formulate a complete treatment plan.
But misdiagnosis...
What is misdiagnosis? It is a wrong diagnosis.
If even they can make a misdiagnosis, then the entire country of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine will be useless. This is too ridiculous.
"Playing the piano randomly." The head of the Huo family shook his head. Even if today, except for the ghost doctor, all the other medical sects suffered great losses at the hands of this patient, they were all unable to find out the root cause of the patient in the shortest possible time.
, misdiagnosis? This is simply a joke.
What's more, even Master Kongchan and the others admitted that there was poison in the patient's body. If there was a misdiagnosis, wouldn't the first person to be misdiagnosed be the leaders of the four major medical sects sitting on the rostrum?
"Lu Fan, that's all." A sarcastic smile appeared on Ouyang Che's lips. Although he knew that it was already certain that he would win the championship, he could humiliate Lu Fan at this time, and it was Lu Fan himself.
Being humiliated still gave him great pleasure.
The little girl in the Su family's camp snorted: "It seems that what Master said is absolutely right. You are not only a bad guy who does all kinds of evil, but also an ignorant and incompetent coward. It's a shame that I was talking to you just now. Bah.
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This time, the girl beside her did not reach out to stop her.
The face shrouded in black gauze glanced sideways, as if glancing in Lu Fan's direction, and hummed softly, enough to express all emotions.
Lu Fan completely turned a blind eye to all this. He sat on the chair and said to the ground: "Yes or no, you can take it up and take a look. There is no need to rush to put a hat on my head."
"Take it and take a look."
Ma Tianxiong spoke confidently. Three of the three sects and one sect were on his side today. He didn't believe that Lu Fan could cause such big waves with just a piece of paper.
What's more, no one present knows the true condition of this patient better than him.
Ma Zexiu responded, quickly trotted off the field, asked for the note from Licorice, and then held it to the rostrum.
"Let Master Kongchan take a look." Ma Tianxiong said calmly.
"The four of us have consulted on this patient before. Although it took some time, the condition in the patient's body is indeed as Ouyang Che said. She has been poisoned by extremely sophisticated methods. This is understandable. Even if licorice can do it,
They made the same judgment, but this was also after Ouyang Che, and after he revealed the root cause of the disease in public."
"So the results of this round of competition..."
Master Kongchan took the note and glanced at it with a lowered eyebrow: "Aren't you sick? Are you pretending to be sick?"
"What?" Ma Tianxiong was stunned.
"I'm not sick, pretending to be sick." Master Kongchan glanced at Licorice and said solemnly: "Here is the note. You can circulate it."
Ma Tianxiong took the note, glanced at it, and then handed it to Meng Tianzun. Meng Tianzun was slightly stunned after reading the note, and then handed it to Wang Hao's hands.
"Little friend Licorice, is this note really written by you?"
Master Kongchan couldn't help but ask. Although he knew that he had fallen into the trap set by Ma Tianxiong and others, he had personally examined the patient, so there would be no falsehood. Naturally, he would not recognize the diagnosis of Licorice.
"It is indeed what I wrote."
Licorice said calmly: "The patient does not have any illness. He was just threatened by some people and had to pretend to be comatose to deceive everyone."
Everyone heard that Licorice was targeting the Ma family.
Everyone knows that this patient was brought here from Nandu by the Ma family. If there is really any problem, it must be the Ma family's problem.
Ma Tianxiong squinted at Licorice and said: "Licorice, I know that your blood medicine sect has been hidden in the world for many years and has just been born. You are eager to show your face in front of the world and expand the reputation and influence of your blood medicine sect."
"But a gentleman loves money and gets it wisely."
"My Ma family has been established for hundreds of years and has led the Chinese medical community for decades. It is also supported by the efforts of countless disciples and the strength of the family."
"I know that the Ma family had some issues with the Blood Medicine Sect in the past, but I can tolerate you participating in the Medicine God Competition and give you a fair chance to participate."
"And you, repaying evil with kindness, slandering my Ma family with such nonsense, I'm afraid it's not very good, right?"