"Huh." Ye Liang just smiled and said gently, "It's not a bad thing that only you advance, it's good if you can win the championship."

"That's not good, it's only happy if the top three are all from our Ping An Medical Center!" Liu Yong laughed.

When the words fell, everyone laughed, and the gloom just now had been completely swept away, and the morale was in full swing.

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At the same time, on the other side, the atmosphere of the Holy Doctor Gate was much quieter.

They had been preparing for a plan to withdraw from the Ping An Medical Center for so long, but it was cracked so inexplicably, and they suffered a lot of losses.

How does this keep them from feeling aggrieved?

Shi Huanfeng sneered and said disdainfully, "What's the big deal? It's just a stroke of luck for them."

The head shook his head and said, "For some reason, the old man always has a sense of foreboding."

"What are you afraid of?" Shi Huanfeng frowned and said, "It's a big deal to let them stay on the stage for another round, anyway, they will definitely not be able to enter the next round of the competition."

Hearing this, the head of the house glanced at him and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Although the strength of the people in the Ping An Medical Hall is not very strong, it is not to the point where they can't even refine a traumatic pill.

"I've already made arrangements." Shi Huanfeng said with a dark smile, "It is absolutely impossible for them to refine any pills today."

"What the hell is going on?" The old man asked.

Shi Huanfeng leaned close to the ear of the master, lowered his voice and said a few words, the old man was still a little puzzled, and then a smile appeared on his face, and he laughed loudly: "Hahaha, good! If you do this, you will definitely make them lose face, lose face!"

"It's got to be you, my good apprentice!" The old man patted Shi Huanfeng's shoulder with relief, and said with a smile: "I'm already looking forward to it, I don't know what kind of expression my junior brother will show when the time comes, I must be very happy to see my proud apprentice lose face in front of everyone, hahahaha!"

The corners of Shi Huanfeng's mouth were slightly hooked, and he didn't laugh out loud, but he looked even more vicious and vicious.

I will not let go of anyone who offends me!!

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After the on-site preparation was completed, the players quickly entered the stadium and the competition was about to begin.

Zhang Chuanlin and the others from the Ping An Medical Center looked even more nervous, and silently cheered for Ye Liang and the three of them in their hearts.

It takes about two hours to refine the Trauma Pill, and the gap between those who are familiar with it and those who are novice is very large.

Like Luo Tong, who usually practices and plays, it won't take an hour to complete the refining, and Ye Liang will only be faster.

After all the contestants appeared on the stage and checked that the materials were not missing, Huang Kanghe was about to announce the start of the game, and a second before he spoke, he glanced at Ye Liang with meaningful eyes, and smiled without saying a word.

"Game on!"

Simmons's words fell, and the young doctors began to race against time, not wanting to waste even a minute of time.

Only Ye Liang was still sorting out the medicine slowly.

This kind of behavior, in the eyes of Wu Yaoming and others, is simply a provocation.

Of the thirty-two physicians present, he was the most special because he did not have a medical certificate.

To be honest, he was able to enter this round of the game, although it was a line, but it was also a great surprise to everyone, at first everyone thought he was here to make up the numbers, but unexpectedly, he was lucky to advance to this round.

"Hmph, hubris!" Wu Yaoming snorted coldly: "It's just that we have suffered a small loss, he dares to be so arrogant, other players have already started refining medicines, he is still sorting out those medicines, is he looking down on others?"

One of the elders laughed a few times and said, "Master, have you ever thought of a possibility?"

"What is possible?" Wu Yaoming asked.

The elder smiled and said, "Refining medicine is only required to be learned by an eighth-level physician, and this person doesn't even have a doctor's certificate, do you think it'......?"

Speaking of which, even if he doesn't say the rest of the story, Wu Yaoming has already understood.

The old master's mind suddenly brightened.

That's right!

This product has just played some unknown cleverness.

In terms of medical skills, why is he on a par with my Holy Doctor disciple?

So, Wu Yaoming laughed and said, "Hahaha, so it is, so it is, he doesn't know how to refine medicine at all, it's really a laughing old man, such a person can even come to lose face, it's shameless, hahaha......

At this time, five minutes had passed, and Shi Huanfeng had already completed the first stage of the Traumatic Pill refining, with Luo Tong and Liu Yong following closely behind.

The latter two are obviously much more difficult, and they have been sweating profusely, but they still throw a lot of distance away from the other players, and their progress is second only to Shi Huanfeng.

However, at this time, Ye Liang had just slowly put some of the medicinal materials into the refining furnace.

Finally, he started to make a fire.

"Haha, he really doesn't know how to refine medicine." Wu Yaoming stroked his beard and laughed, "How could the Trauma Pill be refined in batches like this? You definitely need to put all the herbs in it at once, and then slowly control the heat!"

"Looks like the first player to be eliminated is about to be born." The elder said with a sneer.