Zhou Qingcang is very proud and arrogant, feeling that none of his peers are better than him in Chinese medicine.
But he, Confucius, also had his own arrogance in his heart!
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
"The first set of results! Announced!"
The names displayed on the big screen began to change!
No suspense!
Zhou Qingcang's name appeared directly in the first place, and two strings of numbers appeared behind his name!
The first string of numbers is the number of questions Zhou Qingcang answered, one thousand three hundred and fifty-six!
The second string of numbers is the number of correct answers, which is exactly one thousand, three hundred and fifty-six!
Correct rate, 100%!
The next second place is Confucius, who answered 1,126 questions.
The number of correct answers is also correct.
This is already very good, because the accuracy rate of the first group is 100%, just the two of them!
But even so.
Everyone's attention is on Zhou Qingcang.
The reason is simple.
Everyone knows that the highest peak in the world is Mount Everest, but few people know the second highest peak.
Even if Confucius was excellent, he was ranked second.
But he is still just a background wall to set off Zhou Qingcang's excellent background.
Very cruel and realistic.
As for the people behind, no one is paying attention anymore!
The audience was like grasshoppers on a hot pot, completely boiling!
"That's amazing! The correct rate is 100%! The number of answers is the highest in the audience! He is worthy of being the Eighth Young Master of the Magic City! The most outstanding junior of the Zhou family! It seems that he is called the first person of the younger generation in Jingzhou's medical field. Such an honorary title
!Well deserved!”
"Topping the crowd! It seems that there is no doubt that the champion of this medical festival will be the winner! He is indeed a man who has the courage to refuse to become a disciple of Chinese medicine! I believe that even if he does not become a disciple of Chinese medicine! Becoming a Chinese medicine doctor is just a matter of time.
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"This medical festival will be Zhou Qingcang's personal show! Another peerless genius like Doctor Lin will appear!"
"Did we forget Lu Chen? He answered three thousand questions."
"Hahaha, he ranks first in the number of questions answered, and his accuracy rate is probably a duck's egg. But with such an accuracy rate, he is probably the best among all, right?"
"It really matches that sentence. As good as Zhou Qingcang is, Lu Chen is just as stupid!"
...
Everyone's discussion was focused on Zhou Qingcang, and the rest of the people paid very little attention, which is a normal social phenomenon.
at the same moment.
People who are watching this medical event live broadcast.
Even more so, Zhou Qingcang is highly sought after on the Internet.
They even called Zhou Qingcang the best medical practitioner among the younger generation of Chinese medicine!
It can be said that it has been lifted to the sky.
There are even exaggerators who say that Zhou Qingcang’s medical skills are no less than those of traditional Chinese medicine, and what he needs is an opportunity to become a traditional Chinese medicine doctor!
When everyone is having their own orgasm.
After Zhou Qingcang saw his results, he did not show any excitement.
The host came to Zhou Qingcang and conducted an interview: "Mr. Zhou, although the results of all contestants have not been fully announced, there is no doubt that you won the first place in the first round. Is there anything you want to say?
?”
His words had already eliminated Lu Chen from his subconscious mind.
"It's boring."
Zhou Qingcang looked cold and arrogant, looking arrogant, and spoke concisely and concisely.