Because five people withdrew from the competition, the five patients who were lying on stretchers who were not selected were carried down by ten disciples of the Medicine King Valley who wrapped their bodies tightly.

Yan Xi and the others squatted down and carefully examined the patient in front of them.

The people lying on the stretcher were clearly suffering from the plague, but in addition to their blue faces and closed eyes, there were other symptoms that were different.

The person in front of Leng Xiaoning was cold, as if he had just been fished out of the ice cellar.

After carefully examining the person in front of him, Leng Xiaoning's eyes showed a look of horror, and he threw himself back and fell to the ground.

Subsequently, Leng Xiaoning also announced that he had withdrawn from the game.

Even though she wanted to give it a try, she couldn't help but flinch when she actually saw these people infected with the plague.

The person in front of Ning Chanyi was hot all over, but he kept shouting cold in his mouth. Even though he had already fallen asleep, his body still couldn't help but tremble.

The person in front of Yu Yang and the person in front of Ning Chanyi had similar symptoms, but the person in front of Yu Yang not only had a blue face, but even his lips were purple, as if he had been poisoned.

Yu Yang and Ning Chan's faces were full of seriousness, carefully observing every symptom of the patient in front of them, these symptoms were not unfamiliar to them at all, but they were different from any case they had seen before.

After a detailed examination, the two began to try to treat their patients in a variety of ways. But after trying for a long time, it still didn't work.

Without a clue, the two had to withdraw from the competition one after another. walked to the stage and looked at Yan Rou and Yan Xi who were still on the stage from a distance.

The person in front of Yan Rou had a dense red rash on the exposed skin. When Yan Rou untied the man's collar and lifted the sleeves, she saw that the man's neck and arms were also covered with dense red rashes.

Yan Rou took a silver needle and picked out a red rash, only to see a dark black and foul-smelling liquid flowing out of the rash.

On the contrary, the person in front of Yan Xi didn't look anything unusual except that his face was blue and black and unconscious. Everyone in the audience discussed that this Jiang Mingyue's luck was too good, and even when he chose a patient, he also chose a person who had just contracted the plague.

But Yan Xi looked at the patient in front of him, but his expression was not relaxed at all.

The man looked asymptomatic, as if he had just been infected. But on the contrary, among these five people, only this one person is really hanging by a thread.

Sometimes, the more inconspicuous the symptoms, the easier it is to kill people.

Yan Xi didn't check the symptoms of the person in front of him at the beginning like the others, but took out a few silver needles and pierced into the person's body, protecting his heart.

With these silver needles to protect him, this person will not die of anger for at least an hour or two.

Yan Rou glanced at Yan Xi with her peripheral vision, and a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Is this Jiang Mingyue really capable, or is he indiscriminate. I didn't even look at the symptoms, and I went straight to the needle. Isn't she afraid that these few stitches will go down and directly cure this person to death?

But it's okay to kill this person, when the time comes, she only needs to help Jiang Mingyue publicize it a little, and if Jiang Mingyue wants to practice medicine in this life, it is basically impossible.

Ignoring Yan Xi no longer, Yan Rou used a porcelain bottle to catch the black blood flowing from the red rash of the person in front of her, got up and walked to the medicine table on the side.

Because curing the plague this time was not an easy matter, the Medicine King Valley filled each medicine table with medicinal herbs and various tools that might be used.

Yan Rou walked to the medicine table and filled a medicine bowl with water. Then he took out a silver needle and shook it in the porcelain bottle containing the black liquid, and then took out the silver needle stained with the black liquid and put it in the water.

As soon as the silver needle entered the medicine bowl, the water in the medicine bowl instantly turned black.

Seeing this scene, Yan Rou frowned slightly, and after gently sniffing the smell in the medicine bowl, she took a few more medicine bowls, all of which were filled with water in the medicine bowl, and then put the silver needle stained with black liquid into the medicine bowl.

Then, Yan Rou stood up straight, her eyes carefully examining the table full of medicinal herbs. From time to time, he selected a medicinal herb from the table, thought about it carefully, and put the medicinal herb back and replaced it with another one.

After about a quarter of an hour, Yan Rou finally chose the medicinal herbs.

Yan Rou crushed these medicinal herbs with a medicinal mill, and then picked up some of the medicinal powder and sprinkled it in several medicine bowls.

Taking out the silver needle and stirring it gently in the medicine bowl, Yan Rou carefully observed the changes in the medicine bowl.

Yan Xi had been standing in place since he pierced those silver needles into the body of the person in front of him. lowered her head, as if she was thinking about something, but after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't see any movement.

On the contrary, it was Yan Rou's side that directly attracted everyone's attention.

Yan Rou tried several times in a row, as if she had finally found a clue, and a relaxed smile appeared on her face. Then he saw Yan Rou get up, walk to the man on the ground again, carefully examine his symptoms, and then nodded as if he was sure of the conclusion he had reached.

got up and walked to the medicine table, Yan Rou quickly selected a few herbs, then took the pharmaceutical tools and made the medicine.

"It is worthy of being the pearl of the palm of the Lord of Yan Valley, looking at this appearance, I already have a clue."

"This is not certain, haven't you seen so many doctors go to Pingcheng and return with feathers? After all, this Miss Yan is young, and she can't compare to those famous doctors! ”

"What's so controversial about this, just look at the medicine she made, whether she can make people well! No matter how bad it is, it is great to be able to control the condition and not worsen it again. ”

Seeing Yan Rou's movements, some people praised them, and some people shook their heads.

"What is she doing here?"

Suddenly, a man looked in Yan Xi's direction and exclaimed.

Everyone looked over, only to see Yan Xi squat down again, open the needle bag he was carrying, take out the silver needle in the needle bag, and pierce it into the body of the person in front of him one by one.

Yan Xi's acupuncture points are more or less accessible to everyone present. But all the acupuncture points add up, they don't know what Yan Xi wants to do?

Yan Rou, who was making a medicine, glanced up at Yan Xi, and a gloating smile crept into her eyes.

Jiang Mingyue, you can do your best! As long as you put this man to death, you will wait to be ruined!

This one was distracted, and Yan Rou's medicine bowl emitted a scorching smell.

Smelling this smell, Yan Rou looked at Yan Song with a little weakness, and sure enough, she received a warning look from Yan Song. Yan Rou didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and started the second pharmacy with full concentration.

Yan Xi didn't care about everyone's eyes and words at all, but continued to put needles into the acupuncture points on the person in front of him.

"Help me get him up."

When the person in front of him was full of needles, Yan Xi raised his head, looked at the medicine boy who was standing far away, and said unceremoniously.

Because it was a plague that everyone had been helpless to do so far, Yang Shimiao and the others discussed it, and prepared a medicine boy who knew some pharmacology for everyone who participated in this competition, and provided some simple help to these people who participated in the competition.

Yan Xi wanted to apply an injection to the back of the patient in front of her at this time, but the patient was in a coma and couldn't sit up on her own, so she had to call the medicine boy standing aside.

After hearing Yan Xi's words, the medicine boy didn't react for a while. But when he saw Yan Xi looking at him a little impatiently, he confirmed that Yan Xi was really talking to him.

In an instant, the blood on the medicine boy's face instantly dissipated, leaving only a miserable white.

He hadn't been in the Medicine King Valley for a long time, but he had also heard about the plague that broke out in Pingcheng. Thinking of the rumors that those who heard that people who touched the plague patients would also be infected with the plague, the medicine boy was reluctant to step forward to help Yan Xi help the patient up.

So, the medicine boy looked down at his toes, deliberately turning a deaf ear to Yan Xi's words.

Seeing the medicine boy's reaction, Yan Xi raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the medicine boy with some banter in his eyes.

A little medicine boy, if there is no one behind him, how can he dare to ignore the rules of this competition so much.

"President Yang, this patient is unconscious, and there is only one person in Mingyue, so it is inconvenient to administer the needle, I don't know if I can find someone to help?"

Yan Xi turned around, looked at Yang Shimiao on the judges' seat, and blinked his eyes, looking naïve.

If it weren't for Yang Shimiao and Yan Xi getting along for a few days, he would have been deceived by this ghost's clever expression, thinking that she was really harmless. Looking at her like this, it was obvious that she found that the medicine boy was deliberately embarrassed by someone else.

The reaction of the medicine boy just now, Yang Shimiao also saw it in his eyes. The fear on his face was genuinely afraid, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

"It's okay, these medicine boys are for you."

Yang Shimiao glanced at the medicine boy and nodded at Yan Xi.

"Do you hear that? Why don't you help me get someone up! ”

Hearing Yang Shimiao say this, Yan Xi nodded with satisfaction. Looking at the medicine boy who was unwilling to cooperate with him, Yan Xi repeated Fang Cai's words again.

After the medicine boy heard Yang Shimiao's words, he sighed in his heart, and then heard Yan Xi's voice, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he raised his head and kept looking at the second elder on the judges' seat.

"Why, the president of the Tangtang Medical Association can't summon your little medicine boy?"

Yan Xi saw that the medicine boy was still standing still, a fierce color crossed his eyes, and there was a three-point beating in his words.

"Lord Yan Valley, Second Elder, it seems that the people of the Medicine King Valley still need you to move!"

Yang Shimiao naturally noticed the medicine boy's gaze at the second elder, Yang Shimiao didn't save any face for the second elder, and directly pierced the window paper, and also pulled Yan Song into the water.

Hearing Yang Shimiao's words with a bit of warning, the second elder subconsciously looked at Yan Song, but was glared at by Yan Song.

"What are you doing? Don't go yet! ”

Yan Song shifted his gaze to the medicine boy, and there was already a slight anger in his tone.

The second elder is a fool, he can't even do the trivial matter of stumbling on Jiang Mingyue, and he even caused his face to be thrown on the ground and stepped on.

Hearing Yan Song's words, the medicine boy's body trembled. His feet moved slightly, and his eyes still quietly glanced in the direction of the second elder.

Seeing this scene, Yan Song only felt a breath of anger welling up in his heart.

"Why, I can't call you anymore?"

When he said this, Yan Song glanced at the second elder, and there was obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.