"Can I go back?" Chen Fan looked at the middle-aged man and asked.
The middle-aged man smiled calmly: "Doctor Chen, please."
Immediately, Chen Fan left the hotel restaurant and returned to his residence under everyone's astonished gaze.
Today's events made Chen Fan feel a sense of crisis.
Not only the bodyguards around Zhang Yanling, but also Wu Chengyang, the housekeeper of the Long family, the look in his eyes left Chen Fan with lingering fear even now.
"The effect of the muscle-building cream has reached its limit. We have to find ways to enhance our strength." Chen Fan murmured.
Especially the punch between Chen Fan and Zhang Yanling's bodyguard today made Chen Fan know that the world is not as simple as he saw.
He had used muscle-building creams before, and his speed and strength were beyond the reach of ordinary people, but that bodyguard could make him take half a step back. This was the first time Chen Fan encountered him.
He was sure that if he had taken action in the restaurant just now, even if he could defeat those bodyguards, he would have paid a heavy price.
Thinking of this, Chen Fan sat on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and thought of the ancient medical books that had appeared in his mind before.
All the contents were displayed in Chen Fan's mind, and he wanted to find ways to improve his strength.
Muscles and bones have reached the limit of the effect of muscle-enhancing ointment. After reading more than half of the content, Chen Fan still could not find an ointment that is more effective than muscle-enhancing ointment.
In addition to muscles and bones, there is one other thing that is very important in human movement, and that is the meridians. If I make my meridians stronger and interconnected, will my strength be improved?
Suddenly thinking of these, Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.
Then he took out more than a dozen silver needles, went to the floor-length mirror in the room, took off his shirt, and began to use the silver needles to prick various acupuncture points on his body.
When Chen Fan unblocked a meridian in his arm, he felt a sharp tingling sensation, causing Chen Fan to take a breath of cold air.
Holding back the pain, Chen Fan fully understood the principle that if there is pain, there will be no pain.
After several consecutive acupuncture treatments, finally, a sense of smoothness came over me, and the original pain disappeared instantly.
After shaking his fist twice, Chen Fan suddenly realized that his left arm was more flexible than his right arm, and his strength had also increased exponentially.
"It seems to be working." After finding the method, Chen Fan's face suddenly showed a look of joy.
Now that he is in Kyoto, this is probably the best way to improve his strength.
The next morning, when the remaining ten doctors received the notice of the competition, everyone came to the third-floor conference room of the hotel again.
But what shocked the other eight doctors was that not only Sun Mingshan, who was beaten and went to the hospital yesterday, but also Chen Fan, whose life was threatened by Zhang Yanling, also arrived at the scene.
"Is this kid desperate for his life?"
"I thought this kid would flee Kyoto overnight, but I didn't expect that he would dare to come and participate in the competition."
"I'm afraid he knew he was doomed and wanted the Long family to save his life."
"Just him?"
"He cured a ventriculitis patient yesterday! And he is also a famous miracle doctor in Jiangcheng."
"Today's young people just don't know how to be humble. They dare to call themselves miracle doctors even if they have little medical skills. In my opinion, yesterday he was nothing more than a blind cat meeting a dead mouse."
When Chen Fan appeared, there was a burst of discussion in the conference room, and people were obviously surprised as to why Chen Fan didn't leave.
You know, Long Hanchen is also a descendant of the Long family. His death is related to Chen Fan. If Chen Fan dares to stay in Kyoto, it is no different from seeking death.
At this time, the middle-aged man in charge of selection slowly walked into the conference room.
The originally noisy conference room suddenly became quiet.
The middle-aged man glanced at the ten doctors present, smiled slightly and said: "Doctors, the third round of selection is about to begin. Just like the second round, we also choose pairs of PKs, and you can form your own team."
At this moment, Sun Mingshan stood up and looked at Chen Fan with anger in his eyes: "I choose to compete with Chen Fan. Colleagues, please make it easier. I, Sun Mingshan, will definitely repay this favor in the future."
The others looked at each other in confusion. Naturally, they knew about the grievances between Chen Fan and Sun Mingshan and did not want to touch this bad guy.
Especially Chen Fan's performance yesterday. Although many people said that Chen Fan was a blind cat caught up with a dead mouse, they were still unwilling to choose Chen Fan to take this risk.
Since it is a grudge between them, let the two of them resolve it.
"Dr. Chen, today I want to see if your reputation as a miracle doctor is in vain." Seeing that no one chose Chen Fan, Sun Mingshan smiled proudly and walked slowly in front of Chen Fan.
"Dean Sun, your mouth hasn't healed yet. It's best to say less, lest the wound burst open and blood bleeds all over your face again." Chen Fan glanced at Sun Mingshan jokingly.
"You!" Seeing Chen Fan's mocking eyes, Sun Mingshan's lungs almost exploded with anger!
The reason why he became like this is because of Chen Fan?!
"Boy, let's wait and see. I will ask you to get out of the hotel today. I wonder what Mr. Zhang will do after she knows that the murderer who killed his son leaves the hotel." Sun Mingshan said coldly.
Chen Fan ignored Sun Mingshan.
After a while, the ten doctors had already chosen their opponents.
At this time, ten waiters walked into the conference room pushing dining carts.
On each dining cart, there is a broken egg, as well as some sewing utensils and thin threads.
"This competition is very simple. You need to sew up the broken egg membrane without spilling the egg white. The doctor who takes the shortest time will win. The doctor who wins this competition will receive a reward of 10 million." The middle-aged man told the purpose of this competition.
rule.
When everyone heard this, they looked a little surprised.
Because this competition is too simple, and the bonus is ridiculously high!
Suturing egg membranes is their basic skill. It is an essential skill for a brain surgeon.
Moreover, the people standing here are all well-known experts at home and abroad. This kind of suturing technique is simply pediatrics.
However, they did not dare to take it lightly when facing their opponents. After all, they all knew that the doctors in front of them were very skilled in suturing, and if they wanted to get tens of millions of rewards, they had to use their full strength.
At the scene, there was only one person with a relaxed face, and that person was Sun Mingshan.
Looking at the broken egg in front of him, Sun Mingshan mocked Chen Fan: "Dr. Chen, looking at your age, I'm afraid you haven't been on the operating table yet? What's more, you are still a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Otherwise, you can just admit defeat. This is not the case.
As for losing too ugly, otherwise, when you go back later, a miracle doctor will not even be qualified in suturing, which will make others laugh out loud! Hahaha!"
Sun Mingshan smiled so happily that he forgot about the wound at the corner of his mouth. He grinned in pain and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.
"It seems that what I just said is right, Dean Sun, talking too much is not a good thing." Upon seeing this, Chen Fan responded with a joking smile.