On the day of the start of the exchange conference, most of the medical students came. Even many medical students from other universities come here. There are many more people who want to see the buzz.

The auditorium, which can accommodate several thousand people, is overcrowded.

When they arrived, they couldn't get in at the front door, so they could only enter from the back.

"You say, are the Chinese really so powerful?"

"It's not amazing, how did you develop this potion..."

"I don't think so, maybe it's just a rumor, and everyone has just heard about it... I said I didn't even see it with my own eyes..."

"Are you an idiot? Was it because I was dreaming about the live broadcast on the TV station before? Huaguo's Thousand Talents Plan, how shocking..."

"That doesn't necessarily mean that Chinese medicine is better than ours."

"Look at the girl they lead, she is beautiful like this, like a scholar? It's not like you want beauty to soften your heart. ”

"I think they're more like they're doing art..."

When Yuan Lang and the others appeared, there were all kinds of discussions and boos in the audience below.

There are good ones, there are bad ones, and there are questionable ones ....

And when the team of representatives of the medical school appeared, there was a burst of cheers and whistles.

"Oh my God, it's Senior William who has already gone out for an internship... His mentor was a Nobel Prize-winning M.D. ”

"Wow... Sister Lily, she's a genius who has been praised by her teachers..."

.....

The other team's team is also composed of seven people, except for William and Lily, who were repeatedly amazed by the people in the audience, the others also seem to be famous figures in the school, and there are many supporters behind no one.

Compared with the excitement on the other side, Yuan Lang and them seemed extremely quiet.

William led the other six people to raise their heads and walked up to Yuan Lang and them proudly.

Nodding reservedly, "Hello, Miss, you are so beautiful..."

"Such a beauty is absolutely pleasing to the eye when bullied."

In this case, it seems extremely disrespectful.

Miao Qingfang immediately exploded and stood up.

Although Zamoxi didn't understand what the other party said, judging from the other party's expression and Miao Qingfang's angry face, they also knew that it was definitely not a good word.

Immediately, they stood up without losing the battle.

Lily had a wooden face, only her eyes were rolling, and she whispered in a cold voice, "Don't make trouble..."

The strange thing is that as soon as she opened her mouth, she was arrogant, but William, who was the leader of the team, suppressed her temper vigorously.

Yuan Lang stared at Lily's back inexplicably.

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A man with three or seven points of hair and a smooth comb stood in the middle of the stage.

He was dressed in a black suit, shaped like a gourd, chubby, like white, leavened dough.

He held the microphone and said the prefix loudly with a smile.

The students below had long been impatient, clutching their foreheads and grieving.

This man, it's none other than medical school students, he's very familiar with him, he's the dean of teaching, he's best known for his tongue, once he speaks, he won't step down if he doesn't speak for more than an hour.

Despite this, the overall quality of the medical school students is extremely high, and none of them made a noise, and they all listened honestly and carefully.

However, what is surprising is that the dean, as the host, did not speak for long before turning his words to the main topic, which is extremely surprising.

"For this competition, we invited a special volunteer patient."

"Mr. Toms..."

"He is also the patron of this exchange competition."

As soon as the dean's voice fell, the exclamations of the students below came wave after wave.

It seems that the name represents a very different meaning.

Miao Yafang stepped forward and carefully tugged at Yuan Lang's sleeve, "Sister, do you know who this Thomas is?" ”

Yuan Lang shook his head, "I don't know. ”

However, from the voices of the crowd below, it seems that one or two can be explored.

"It's amazing that Mr. Thomas actually came here to be a case."

"Mr. Thomas has heard that he has had a heart attack for a long time and has not been effectively treated.... Could it be that the topic this time is about heart disease? ”

"It must be so.... But as Mr. Toms's chaebol... His condition is absolutely serious. ”

"Lily-senpai seems to be specializing in cardiology....."

In addition to Yuan Lang, Miao Yafang's half-hung foreign language level is the best.

She half-guessed and shared the information she had gathered with the others.

She was nervous, and even her brother Miao Qingfang was emotionally driven by her.

Na Cheng thought of the appearance of Zamoxi, Ye Qian, Shi Zimo, and Chi Yousheng, the four old gods, with a faint smile on his face.

Miao Yafang was stunned, "Aren't you all nervous?" ”

Zamosi grinned at her, "There's Yuanlang here..."

Ye Qian also said: "Don't be nervous, there is Yuanlang here..."

Shi Zimo, Chi Yousheng also remained unfathomable, "There is Yuanlang here..."

Miao Qingfang: "...."They seem to be blindly confident in Sister Yuanlang.

Seeing that Miao Yafang was still a little nervous, Ye Qian played the image of her eldest sister, patted Miao Yafang's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Our task is to maintain our arrogant and mysterious image and not fall short... Others have Yuanlang. ”

What the hell is the arrogant and mysterious image?

The corners of Yuan Lang's mouth, who were pinned on by everyone's high expectations, twitched, did she create an illusion for others, as if she was omnipotent....

Don't do that, she can't afford it.

Although Yuan Lang's inner activities are very rich at this moment, the expression on her face is the same as that of Zamoxi and Ye Qian.

Mr. Thomas was a very old-looking man.

His face was covered with large patches of old age spots, wrinkled into deep grooves that crisscrossed his face.

His complexion was very bad, his face was pale and weak, and his lips were pale and slightly purple. This is a typical outward manifestation of a heart problem.

Mr. Thomas smiled and nodded to each of them, and his attitude was very humble, and he couldn't help but make people feel good.

The moderator announces the rules, and each team can come forward to diagnose Toms separately, and then the team will discuss it. The time is half an hour.

Half an hour later, one representative from each team will come out, and the two sides will have a debate.

A debate on both sides of the arguments, theories and, finally, diagnostics.

This is the first stage, the theoretical stage.

The second stage is the clinical phase.

Mr. Thomas will then voluntarily accept both options for treatment, and the one with the most effective results will win.

As soon as the rules of the game came out, the voices of the people below were boiling, like boiling water.

Medical students know that heart disease can be cured?

At least with the technology they have so far, it's not possible.

That's why the final clinical phase will shock them.

It is equivalent to Mr. Toms giving up his right to speak on the treatment and voluntarily handing himself over to the two teams. It's just an extremely risky act.

Mr. Toms, however, seemed to have expected it, and his face remained unchanged and calm.