Feng Yuxuan and Bai Ningshuang looked curious. What is Chen Feiyu going to do?
Immediately afterwards, Feng Yuxuan shook his head with a smile and said to himself: "No matter what Chen Feiyu does, he will not be able to reverse the current situation."
Wu Runyue and other members of the Wu family's eyes lit up, and Chen Feiyu started to take action, which meant that he had a chance to turn defeat into victory!
In full view of everyone, Chen Feiyu slowly walked past the patients in line, observing as he walked, and secretly thinking about countermeasures.
In just one or two minutes, several patients had been accurately diagnosed with the cause. Long Jingzhou and others had already taken out silver needles and started treating the patients.
There is less and less time left for Chen Feiyu!
If the rules didn't allow it, Wu Ruojun would have wanted to give up the patient in front of him to Chen Feiyu.
While Feng Yuxuan was diagnosing and treating the patient, she secretly observed Chen Feiyu with a contemptuous smile on her lips. If Chen Feiyu wanted to cut off his beard and ask all the patients to go to him, it would be in vain.
Previously, she had observed the complexions of all the patients and found that their conditions ranged from mild to severe, but they did not have any difficult or complicated diseases. There was no situation where only Chen Feiyu could cure them but not the elite disciples of the ghost medicine sect.
"Chen Feiyu is powerless."
Feng Yuxuan smiled proudly, paying attention to Chen Feiyu's movements while treating the patient in front of him. He didn't even reach out to feel his pulse, but he could tell from the patient's complexion that the patient suffered from asthma.
She took out a small porcelain bottle in her hand, poured out a red pill, placed it in front of the patient, and said calmly: "Take it."
This is the "Shunqi Pill" carefully refined by the ghost doctors. It has extraordinary curative effects in treating respiratory diseases such as asthma.
The patient was a bald man in his forties named Xie Zhong. He opened his mouth and swallowed it without saying a word.
Feng Yuxuan stood up and walked behind Xie Zhong. Just as he was about to put his hand on Xie Zhong's back, his movement suddenly stopped in mid-air. He lightly frowned and ordered to a Long family disciple not far away: "Here."
I'll get a pair of gloves and a washbasin."
As the most important competition for the ghost doctor sect, gloves, basins and other props were all available and placed more than ten meters away. As a master, she could just use the volley to get the gloves and basin.
Since the status of the Long family is higher than that of the Feng family, there is no need for the disciples of the Long family to obey Feng Yuxuan's orders, but Feng Yuxuan is so imposing that what he says makes people subconsciously unable to refuse.
The Long family disciple immediately responded, ran over and handed the gloves and basin to Feng Yuxuan respectfully.
Feng Yuxuan put on gloves to isolate her skin from the other person's contact. Then she put her hand on Xie Zhong's back and used her true energy to help Xie Zhong dissolve the medicine.
In less than a minute, Xie Zhong's body felt like it was on fire, and a stream of heat steamed up.
Xie Zhong's face turned red, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of phlegm into the basin with a "wow" sound. The breath in his chest suddenly became much smoother, and he said happily: "It's comfortable, it's so comfortable."
A trace of disgust flashed through Feng Yuxuan's beautiful eyes, and she immediately asked the Long family disciple to take away the basin, sit on the seat again, put the porcelain bottle in front of Xie Zhong, and said: "There are seven pills in it, each
Take it once every three days, and your asthma will be cured after 21 days.”
Xie Zhong was overjoyed. He immediately put away the porcelain vase, stood up and bowed repeatedly to say thank you: "Thank you, thank you. Miss Feng's medical skills are the best I have ever seen in my life. With such miraculous medical skills, Miss Feng will definitely win the first prize in one fell swoop."
Feng Yuxuan smiled proudly and subconsciously looked at Chen Feiyu. She saw Chen Feiyu walking towards Long Hanqiu. She was suddenly stunned. What was Chen Feiyu going to do?
But he said that Long Hanqiu was taking the pulse of a private entrepreneur named Mu Ling in front of him, and said: "It can be seen from the pulse that you often have dizziness, headaches, drowsiness, and sometimes your limbs are numb, right?"
"Yes, yes." Mu Ling extended his thumb and praised: "As expected of the famous Third Young Master of the Long family, everything is right."
Long Hanqiu looked proud, and withdrew his pulse-checking finger, saying: "This is a precursor to a stroke. Fortunately, you arrived in time, otherwise if it had not lasted for another half a month, the stroke would have occurred."
Mu Ling was about to speak, and Long Hanqiu was also ready to continue listening to Mu Ling's flattery.
Suddenly, a mocking voice rang out: "You said he had a stroke? Ha, quack doctors are misleading, that's all."
Long Hanqiu was furious. Who dared to shout at him, Third Young Master Long?
He immediately turned around and saw Chen Feiyu walking towards him, with an obvious mockery on his lips.
With a "thump", Long Hanqiu stood up and reprimanded loudly: "Chen Feiyu, do you dare to say that I am a quack?"
Chen Feiyu smiled with contempt: "You just said 'stroke' and pushed him into a pit of fire. What is he if he is not a quack? Your medical skills are really poor."
Mu Ling was first shocked when the third young master of the Long family was provoked, then suddenly reacted and blurted out: "I'm not a 'stroke'?"
Long Hanqiu's eyes flashed with blazing anger, and he sneered disdainfully: "What a joke, my Third Young Master Long's medical skills are not even unrivaled in the world, but they can be said to be rare in the world. My pulse examination on Mu Linghao was indeed a precursor to a stroke."
"Don't come here to fool people. Isn't it because you can't find patients, so you are trying to trick people?"
Feng Yuxuan, Bai Ningshuang and others, who had been quietly paying attention to Chen Feiyu's movements, all felt that Chen Feiyu was trying to gain leverage, and shook their heads and laughed. Chen Feiyu's methods were too low-level, and it was impossible to succeed by messing around.
"He is indeed a precursor to a stroke." Chen Feiyu nodded and continued under Long Hanqiu's proud eyes: "But it is not just a precursor to a stroke."
As soon as he said this, Mu Ling was shocked. Could it be that he had other diseases?
Even Feng Yuxuan, Bai Ningshuang, Bai Jinghao and others all looked surprised. Although they had not checked Mu Ling's pulse, judging from the look on Mu Ling's face and the symptoms that Mu Ling just mentioned, it was indeed a stroke.
This is a sign, what on earth is Chen Feiyu doing?
"Impossible!" Long Hanqiu immediately retorted: "I'll check his pulse. If he has other diseases, he will never be able to hide it from me."
"A quack doctor is also very confident in his medical skills, but a quack doctor is a quack doctor and will not change based on whether he is confident or not." Chen Feiyu said lightly: "Do you dare to let me take his pulse?"
Mu Ling also wanted Chen Feiyu to diagnose him to see if he really had other diseases, but he did not dare to offend Long Hanqiu, so he could only look at Long Sanshao with small eyes, not to mention how pitiful he was.
Long Hanqiu hesitated. Chen Feiyu was obviously trying to pry him off, but if he didn't agree, wouldn't it be a disguised admission that he had given up?
In Chen Feiyu's increasingly mocking eyes, Long Hanqiu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll let you take your pulse. If you can't diagnose other diseases, you'll be kicked off Huaixian Mountain!"
"When the time comes, the Long family doesn't need to chase me away. I will go down the mountain by myself and leave behind the 'Tianxing Nine Needles'. If I diagnose him with other physical problems, all the remaining patients will be mine. How about that?"
Long Hanqiu frowned, then felt relieved after recalling Mu Ling's pulse, and sneered: "Aren't you afraid?"
"Very good. It seems that the third young master of the Long family still has some masculinity. I can think of you as a higher level." Chen Feiyu chuckled, walked up to Mu Ling, reached out to flip his eyelids, and checked his eyes.
At this moment, Chen Feiyu had some white powder that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye in his palm. While checking Mu Ling's eyeballs, the white powder was inhaled into Mu Ling's nose.
The process was so concealed and seamless that even the nearest Long Hanqiu was not noticed, let alone Feng Yuxuan, Bai Ningshuang and others in the distance.
Chen Feiyu's lips curled up into a smile, he was already sure of it!