Although Qian Haoduo is the honorary elder of the "Miao Yi Pavilion", he is not optimistic about the three disciples of the "Miao Yi Pavilion" who participated in the medical skill competition, and for the sake of his own money bag, he decisively gave up supporting the "Miao Yi Ge" and bet on the "Ghost Doctor Gate" instead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"No kidding!"

Fang Bai stretched out his hand and took the pen and paper from Qian Haoduo's hand, signed his name with Long Feifeng Dance, and then wrote down the ancient medicine gate to bet on, as well as the amount and multiple of the bet, and finally pressed a red finger to print it.

At this time, on the list of gambling participants in Qian Duoduo's hand, there were already dozens of gambling guests, and even Hua Tianhe, one of the four great doctors, was also on the list, and he invested one million.

Hua Tianhe bought the "Rejuvenation Zhai" to win the championship, and one million is just a small bet for him, winning money is a good thing, and he will not feel distressed if he loses.

Although the dozens of guests who participated in the gambling were all signed and notarized, no one would worry that the loser would not give money after the end of the medical competition.

Warriors keep their promises, often regard reputation and reputation as more important than life, if there are guests who do not keep their promises, lose money and do not give it, they will be pointed out by thousands of people, and bear the infamy of a lifetime, not to mention the ancient martial arts world, it will be difficult to mix even in the world in the future.

And the guests who are willing to gamble are almost all rich and noble, and for them, hundreds of millions are just a small amount, and they can afford to lose.

In the previous "World Congress of Traditional Chinese Medicine", there have been many gamblers who have invested tens of millions of dollars, but guests like Fang Bai who have invested hundreds of millions of bets for the first time are unique.

Qian Duoduo was shocked for a moment by Fang Bai, who made a bold move, and then there was indescribable joy.

In Qian Haoduo's opinion, although Wang Miaomiao received Fang Bai's personal guidance not long ago, no matter how skilled the master is, it is impossible to train a master of medical dao in a short period of time, so unless a miracle happens, the possibility of the disciple of the "Miao Yi Pavilion" winning the first place is almost zero.

What's more, Wang Miaomiao is still a disciple with very mediocre qualifications, and it is more difficult to train, and Qian Duo does not believe that Fang Bai has the ability to turn decay into magic.

Qian Duoduo silently calculated an account in his heart, once the "Miao Yi Pavilion" could not get the first place in the medical skill competition, then at least one-third of the 100 million yuan that Fang Bai promised to invest would fall into his pocket.

"You earn me 20 million, I earn you more......! I can make a small fortune this time!"

For a while, Qian Haoduo's gaze at Fang Bai became greedy and hot, as if he regarded Fang Bai as a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

Soon, Qian Duoduo, whose eyebrows were dancing and his face was happy, walked away from Fang Bai's side and continued to encourage other guests to participate in the gambling and betting.

Ten minutes later, fifteen patients wearing hospital gowns appeared on the rostrum in front of them.

Fifteen patients, both male and female, in their twenties, from major hospitals in Yanjing, were suffering from influenza, headache, fever, runny nose and cough...... The symptoms are about the same.

After the fifteen patients sat down in the specially set up seats on the podium, the ten judges in charge of the judges stepped forward to take their temperatures and check their symptoms to prevent cheating.

After the judges have finished inspecting, the fifteen disciples of the five ancient medicine sects will walk up to the patients they need to treat and stand still according to the corresponding numbers, waiting for the host to announce the start.

In the first round of the medical competition, fifteen disciples of the five ancient medical sects used traditional Chinese medicine methods to treat fifteen patients suffering from colds, and whoever could cure the patient in the shortest time would advance to the next round.

The three people who took the longest time will be eliminated because their skills are not as good as others.

Ordinary doctors treat patients with colds, and they don't have three or five days to see the effect at all, but the fifteen ancient medical disciples standing on the rostrum at this moment are all double cultivation of medicine and martial arts, and the medical skills they have learned are the essence of the real Chinese medical art inheritance, and they are many times better than the medical skills of ordinary doctors.

The disciples of the ancient medical sect usually do not show their eyes or dew, nor do they brag or brag, but at this time, for the sake of the interests of the teacher, no one will hide their secrets, it depends on whose medical skills are higher.

"The first round of medical skills competition has officially begun. ”

Wen Yu's gaze swept over the three disciples of the "Wonderful Medical Pavilion", and then he announced the beginning of the medical skill competition.

When the fifteen participating disciples of the five ancient medical sects heard this, they took action one after another.

After looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, someone began to take out the acupuncture box, take out the acupuncture and sterilization, and then pierce several acupuncture points on the patient's body like lightning.

There are also people who rub their hands together and massage the patient.

Some people took out the pills they carried with them and asked the patients to swallow them......

Fifteen disciples of the Ancient Medicine Sect, eight immortals, crossed the sea, each showed their magical powers, and used various therapies to treat patients.

Among the thousands of guests in the audience, some of them were not from the medical field, and it was the first time they were invited to participate in the "World Congress of Traditional Chinese Medicine", and when they saw the fifteen disciples of the ancient medical sect on the rostrum using some strange methods to treat the patients, they only felt an eye-opener, thinking that the cold could be treated in this way.

Nangong Ming, the black-shirted man who represented the "Ghost Doctor Gate", was the last to make a move.

He walked unhurriedly to the thin young man corresponding to him, glanced at the other party a few times, and then his right hand bolted out, grabbed the thin man's wrist, and probed the pulse for a moment before letting go.

When the thin man's wrist was grabbed by Nangong Ming, he felt a cold aura pour into his body through his wrist, and it disappeared after swimming between the meridians in his body.

And in the process of that cold breath wandering in his body, the thin man seemed to be falling into an ice cave, and his body kept trembling slightly, and he felt that he was lost and depressed, and life was worse than death.

Nangong Ming probed the pulse of the thin man, knew his condition well, and no longer asked any questions, stretched out his palms, patted him lightly in front of him, behind his back and on his head a dozen times, and then raised his hand slightly, signaling to the ten judges, indicating that his treatment was over.

Normally, when a participating disciple signals the end of treatment, he or she indicates that the patient's illness has been cured.

"Isn't it, he's cured?"

"It's been less than three minutes!"

"This person is not simple!"

"I don't know where the master of Sikong Sect invited the master!"

"Let's go, go on stage and see if the patient's illness is really cured!"

……

Ten judges walked up to the thin man on the podium with a strange mood, some probed his pulse, some took his temperature, and some asked him how he was feeling to determine if his cold had really healed.

“…… This doctor patted me a few times, I sweated all over, and then the whole person was much more relaxed, and the original headache, cough and other uncomfortable symptoms disappeared...... Big brother, you are really a miracle doctor!"

The thin man stood up, walked a few steps back and forth on the stage energetically, and judged the listlessness just now, and gave Nangong Ming a thumbs up. (To be continued.) )