Immediately afterwards, Huang Daquan swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog while walking in front of Cui Lin.

"Old man, I haven't seen you for ten years, you are really getting older and older, I was shocked to see you just now, ten years ago, you looked like dead tree bark, and after ten years, you are about to become a dry corpse."

"Although your master's skills are far inferior to my master, he is also a famous figure in the apricot forest, why don't you think of a way for you to make you younger, you look at you, you are only in your fifties, and half of your legs are about to step into the coffin."

"Huang Daquan, don't deceive people too much!"

Cui Lin said angrily: "My master is a Chinese medicine doctor, not a beautician, I don't have the time or energy to give people beauty and plastic surgery, as a big man, you make yourself like a little fresh meat, you are embarrassed to mock me."

Cui Lin's mouth is not as good as Song Feng, but he is also relative.

When it comes to scaring people, Cui Lin is still very set.

In just two sentences, Huang Daquan's face was furious.

Huang Daquan threw the cigar in his hand on the ground and stomped on it with his foot, as if it was not the cigar but Cui Lin.

"The mouth is getting worse and worse, after living for such an age, you should always have some ability, the medical skills are not good, if you can't even talk to the skin, you are afraid that you will starve to death."

Without waiting for Cui Lin to refute, Huang Daquan glanced at Song Feng who was standing next to Cui Lin, and said with an exaggerated expression, "Ouch, isn't this that Song Feng?"

"Cui Lin, I'm really ashamed of you, a lot of young people in their twenties can't compare, not only can't compare, but also go to other people's followers, in ancient times, you are a deceitful teacher and an ancestor."

"If your master knows, he will definitely skin you, break your legs, and work for a young man in his twenties in his fifties, you are not ashamed, your ancestors estimate that the coffin board is almost impossible to cover."

"Shut up!"

Cui Lin yelled in annoyance.

"Look, I didn't say a few words, why are you in a hurry? In his fifties, he has entered the old age, and he usually pays attention to maintenance, you look at you, you are angry, your face is red and your neck is thick, if the blood vessels burst one day, will you let your master send black hair to a white-haired person."

"Oh, you're white-haired too."

Huang Daquan burst into laughter, and led his followers to laugh together.

Cui Linqi's green tendons were exposed, and his face was flushed.

"Huang Daquan, Mr. Song's medical skills are superb, there is no suspense at all in defeating me, I work for Mr. Song, I admire Mr. Song's medical skills and medical ethics, not what you say."

Cui Lin reprimanded unceremoniously: "On the contrary, it is you, I heard that you call yourself a little divine doctor in Longcheng, the local Chinese medicine doctor is more powerful than you, only your master, your cowhide is really big enough, and when you get here, you will soon be pierced by Mr. Song."

"You say he's better than me? Hahaha...... You're not kidding."

Cui Lin's words were more interesting than cross talk in Huang Daquan's ears.

Immediately, Huang Daquan looked at Song Feng and asked domineeringly, "Song Feng, your little follower said that your medical skills are better than mine, do you think this is possible?"

"Why can't it be?"

Song Feng put his hands in his pockets and said lightly.

"The surname Song, do you dare to open a dyeing room if you give you three points of color, and you can also cooperate with me to compare?"

Huang Daquan didn't take Song Feng in his eyes at all, thinking that Song Feng's so-called fame was all boasted.

It simply doesn't stand up to the test.

In today's era, as long as you have money, you can make yourself famous in the shortest possible time.

Take out a lot of money to hire a water army to build momentum for yourself on the Internet, and then find a few self-media to do some publicity, even if it is a beggar on the street, you can be packaged as a miracle doctor.

After speaking, Huang Daquan found that Song Feng was looking at him with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his heart was suddenly annoyed.

Huang Daquan was most disgusted by others showing this smile, as if he was mocking himself.

"Song Feng, you will pay for what you say."

Huang Daquan pointed at Song Feng's chest with his hand and said, "Listen, hurry up and pray not to meet me in the game,

If you run into me in the preliminary round, it can only be said that it is your kid's misfortune, and I will make you cry and cry to make you understand that the gap between you and me is as high as a mountain."

Song Fengfeng smiled lightly and said, "Thank you for your compliment, the gap between me and you is indeed as high as a mountain, but it is me who stands at the top of the mountain, and you are only worthy of standing at the foot of the mountain."

"Audience friends, welcome everyone to watch the first Chinese medicine competition in Xiangcheng in your busy schedule."

Unconsciously, it was time for the start of the game, and even if Huang Daquan was full of unhappiness, he could only return to the competition area temporarily.

On the stage, a young and beautiful host elegantly thanked the audience and told the purpose of the competition.

After a lot of unnutritious opening remarks, the host began to introduce the rules of participation in the competition and the judges and guests.

Even though Old Doctor Chen was dissatisfied with the content of the competition, he was born and raised in Xiangcheng after all. net

The TCM competition is the highest level of TCM competition in Xiangcheng for many years, and as a local, how can you not support local activities.

Therefore, Dr. Chen finally returned to the judging team.

In order to maintain the fairness of the judging and avoid one-sided situations, the number of judges was limited to seven.

More than 600 players participated in the competition.

Every 100 people are a group, and there will be different knockout rounds in the group.

The top players from each group advance to the second round.

Due to the large number of people, the knockout tournament is not a regular one-on-one, but is eliminated in groups of multiple people.

The format of the first round was relatively simple.

The organizing committee sent a certain number of patients, and all of them examined the patients.

If you analyze the patient's condition in the shortest possible time, you can win the competition.

At the beginning of the competition, the Chinese medicine practitioners in each group were in full swing to examine the patients.

Time passed minute by minute, and Song Feng completed this small competition with the first place.

Also completing the game was Cui Lin.

The two nodded to each other across the crowd.

"I have an opinion!"

An abrupt voice was heard through the microphone.

Everyone looked at each other, and they didn't know when Huang Daquan came to the stage.

I saw Huang Daquan holding the microphone in the host's hand and said loudly: "Distinguished guests, judges, I think the content of the competition is too simple, pulse is the basis of Chinese medicine, you can find a Chinese medicine doctor who can take the pulse if you go to a clinic casually."

"Using it as a test for a competition is not only simple, but also an insult to some people, like me."

"As a descendant disciple of the Dragon City Medicine King, winning by taking the pulse will not show my ability at all, and then I will not only take the pulse of the patient, but also cure his illness in the shortest possible time."

As if afraid that everyone would not believe it, Huang Daquan glanced at his subordinates.