"Fils is so good at losing, how can he be? This Yang Yi must be a witchcraft, it must be a ......" In the state guesthouse, Charles Mick, a silver-haired French prince in his sixties, angrily threw the coffee cup out of his hand.

All the attendants bowed their heads, and their bodies could be seen trembling slightly.

Rumble!

A beautiful set of coffee pots on the table flew out with it, and the beautiful hand-woven carpet on the floor was already a mess.

Mick's anger continued unabated, and his smooth white hair became disheveled.

"Father, maybe that's a good thing, isn't it?" On the sofa not far away, a handsome man in his thirties, who looked a little like Mick, had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was not afraid at all.

"Good thing?" said Charles Mick, who paused slightly, and then his face returned to calm. "Yes, it's also a good thing, it shows that his medical skills are really good, at least there is a possibility of curing you. ”

"Yes, if he is defeated, there will be no point in us coming to Huaxia this time. Huo Dulang shrugged.

Huo Dulang is the illegitimate son of Prince Mick, as a royal family, Mick's marriage is not something he can decide, but with offspring, although it is not on the table, as his only son, he also got all his love.

It's just that the two of them keep saying that Huo Dulang is sick, but at least on the surface, Huo Dulang is healthier and stronger than others.

The Kyoto Military Hospital, because of the physical strength, the carnival of the old experts ended, and those French people had to believe in this fact, although Fils was arrogant, but at least there was some medical virtue, and he had officially admitted defeat.

But the competition is not over yet, there are at least two more competitions, and Yang Yi is still eating breakfast to replenish his body.

Yang Yi drank soy milk in his mouth, his brain was running rapidly, Fils actually had a strange true qi, and it was very helpful for treatment, but this internal force seemed to be very weak, and even Yang Yi did not feel any threat.

The strong have the momentum of the strong, Yang Yi has now reached the bottleneck, and he is about to make a breakthrough, and the five senses are much more exciting and sensitive, as long as there is a trace of danger around him, he can detect it.

"Forget it, if you can't think of it, you don't want to, anyway, this kid was left in Huaxia by me, and I will have the opportunity to ask him in the future. ”

Yang Yi already wanted to leave the authority of the three world's top doctor alliances in China last night, and the revitalization of traditional Chinese medicine is Yang Yi's expectation, and he is also working hard, but Yang Yi also admits that if Chinese medicine wants to become a talent, it cannot be completed overnight, and it is an inevitable fact that Western medicine occupies the mainstream.

So what is the position of traditional Chinese medicine in the future? Yang Yi was originally a little confused, but when he came to the Kyoto Military Region Hospital today, he was notified that a holy hand of traditional Chinese medicine came to stand and cheer.

I can't see them all on weekdays, how can I show up collectively this time?

Yang Yi quickly asked if he was willing, these Chinese medicine practitioners were actually maintaining their health on weekdays, and their main task was to protect the health of those leaders, which made Yang Yi sober up from his confusion.

Traditional Chinese medicine is difficult to learn, but its solid foundation and health preservation are not possible to learn from Western medicine, acupuncture and moxibustion are treasures, but Western medicine is not useless, otherwise it will not be popularized to the whole world in a short time, and what Yangyi wants to do is the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

Western medicine treats common diseases, while cultivated Chinese medicine specializes in high-precision treatment, and the two complement each other to promote the rapid development of Chinese medicine, which is the right way.

It is also based on this concept that Yang Yi decided to invest in the construction of a large-scale hospital that combines education and experimentation, and Yang Yi, a top authority like Fils, is certainly not willing to let go.

As for why he built it himself? Those people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who have passed through Yang Yi already know very well that some things must be grasped in their own hands, otherwise even a divine comedy will make those insatiable officials sing out of tune.

Of course, there is another most important reason, once the hospital is very large, and it benefits many patients and even officials, and one or several families want to swallow the hospital, then more families will stand up and resist.

Whether it is in J Province or in Kyoto, Yang Yi has deeply felt that if the foundation is not stable, any results made are just wedding dresses for other people, and Yang Yi will not do such a stupid thing.

Yang Yi is in deep thought, and the second competition has begun.

Cardiovascular and cerebrovascular authority, Pierrot walked into the No. 1 operating room with a serious face, and he saw all the performance of Yang Yi just now, which made him very surprised, and the original lazy attitude had been completely put away.

Gollum!

The sound of a heavy cart sounded, the door to the operating room opened, and six nurses pushed a patient into the operating room.

According to the rules, the second game was treated first by Yang Yi, while Pierrot could only wait in the operating room.

Dead air is entangled, and his life is hanging by a thread.

Looking at the patient on the hospital bed, Yang Yi's face was already serious, and before the cart came over, he had already walked up quickly and held the patient's wrist.

"Slippery pulse is sluggish, there seems to be nothing, the main pulse is like a drumbeat, disorganized, the drum pulse is the most important basis for diagnosing blood diseases, and then linked to the opponent of this second competition, Yang Yi can already determine that this is a cerebral thrombosis patient who is on the verge of death.

The most unacceptable thing is that this patient is nearly seventy years old, and the torture of illness has made him thin into skin and bones, such a fragile old man, if he gets on the operating table, no one knows whether he will be able to walk down.

Yang Yi was not complacent because he won one game, but he wanted to keep all these three top authorities in Huaxia.

Releasing the Divine Yuan, Yang Yi carefully examined the patient inch by inch, and finally found that a blood vessel in the patient's cerebellum had been blocked, which was very serious.

The only good news is that this blood vessel has not completely blocked the blood vessel, and there is still a trace of life, otherwise where would it wait for Yang Yi to be treated.

Yang Yi just took his hand away and was about to diagnose it, but suddenly found that something was wrong, although the patient also had half of his face crooked, the corners of his mouth were weak, and his saliva was dripping, but it was obviously not serious, at least there was a slight error with Yang Yi's diagnosis.

Frowning, Yang Yi did not rush to diagnose, and held the patient's wrist again, and at the same time, a true yuan slowly crossed over.

Zhenyuan probes, Yang Yi has to investigate it thoroughly in detail this time, so as not to leave any omissions.

Yang Yi believes that this patient must have been selected by the French side, and if it weren't for today's competition, this patient might not even be able to survive the next day.

"What is this Chen Qi doing? Even the selection of patients is overwhelming. The selection of patients was suppressed twice in a row, which made Yang Yi feel slightly unhappy.