Several clansmen of the Zhao family in Jinling took brackets, cloth curtains and other things on the field, and soon built two small sheds covered by cloth curtains on all sides, only facing Zhao Yuan and Zhao Yangqiu, revealing a small slit.

This is what Zhao Dezhu called the 'curtain house'. Its function is to make people unable to see the patient's condition inside, and can only diagnose the patient's condition through suspensory pulse diagnosis.

After the curtain house was set up, Zhao Yangqiu turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan, and said kindly: "Young man, do you know how to diagnose the pulse of the silk silk? If not, I can also put some water and let you use the ordinary pulse diagnosis technique to compete with me, lest someone say that I am invincible!"

Obviously, Zhao Yangqiu not only heard the words of Yang Jingbo and others before, but also heard them very clearly.

Zhao Yuan smiled, politely rejected Zhao Yangqiu's 'kindness', and said: "It's also a coincidence, I just happened to learn a little bit of the suspensory wire pulse diagnosis technique, so I will get an axe at the door, please give me advice." ”

"You can really brag!" Zhao Jingrou, who was sitting and watching the play, sneered and sneered: "Just by you, you can also diagnose the pulse of the suspensory filament? The pulse diagnosis technique is the most difficult of the four diagnoses, not to mention the suspensory filament diagnosis pulse technique that has gone up several steps in difficulty! Even in our Jinling Zhao family, among the younger generation, no one knows how to diagnose the pulse, and you are a poor silk from a poor ravine, you dare to say that you can, it is really unashamed!"

Zhao Yuan didn't have a good impression of this barbaric girl at all, and sneered at each other: "You won't, that's stupid, don't think that everyone is as stupid as you." ”

"You're bold!"

In front of so many medical gods and reporters being scolded for being stupid, Zhao Jingrou was so angry that she immediately rushed up and used her fists and kicks to have a good 'theoretical theory' with Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Dezhu grabbed her in time and scolded: "Have you forgotten what I said? Sit down!"

At the same time, he lowered his voice and said: "In my opinion, this kid is deliberately trying to provoke us, as long as one of us can't suppress his anger and moves on him, he will immediately lie on the ground and touch the porcelain! Good daughter, you must control your temper, don't fall for this kid's tricks!"

People with dark psychology look at everything dark, which is fully reflected in Zhao Dezhu.

Zhao Jingrou thought about it for a while, felt that what her father said made sense, and sat down after glancing at Zhao Yuan, and no longer paid attention to him.

At the same time, the patients found by both sides also came to the scene one after another and entered the curtain house.

According to the pre-agreed rules of the competition, in this pulse diagnosis competition, each side will send a patient to the other party to diagnose, whoever diagnoses quickly and accurately will win!

The patient on Zhao Yuan's side was invited by Ma Guotao from the Affiliated Hospital of Xihua Medical University, and promised to waive all treatment costs after the medical skill competition, so the patient was also very active.

This patient, a man in his sixties, was very weak, and wearing a mask made it impossible for people to see his face, so they could not visit him. After entering the curtain house, he sat down on a chair, neither moving nor silent, and everyone could only barely see his figure from the shadow reflected in the curtain.

The patient invited by the Zhao family in Jinling was a young boy, like the uncle, who also wore a mask, and after entering the curtain house, although he also sat on the chair, he kept looking left and right, just like he had ADHD.

After the patient was in place, Zhao Dezhu turned his head and arched his hand at Li Pingping, and said, "Old Li, please tie red silk for these two patients." ”

Li Heping is a third party, and his status in the medical community is very high, so it is best for him to tie the silk to the patient, and there will be no suspicion on both sides.

"Okay!" Li Heping nodded, gladly accepted Zhao Dezhu's invitation, took the red silk handed by the Zhao family in Jinling, entered the curtain house, and tied it to the wrists of the two patients.

After Li Heping retreated to his seat, Zhao Yangqiu turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan and asked, "Young man, do you come first or do I come first?"

Zhao Yuan said very politely: "Please invite me first, and I can also learn from you." ”

"Okay, I'll let you open your eyes!" Zhao Yangqiu didn't refuse, took a step forward, grabbed the red silk sticking out from the gap in the curtain house with his left hand, and put the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand on the red silk, closed his eyes and held his breath to identify the pulse.

Seeing this scene, the reporters at the scene were collective.

This famous medical competition has finally begun!

And as soon as it comes on the field, it is a miraculous hanging silk diagnosis, which is simply not too high-end!

The reporter with the camera kept taking pictures, and the reporter with the camera directly gave Zhao Yangqiu several special shots, not only close-ups of his face, but also close-ups of his hands!

If it weren't for the clansmen of the Zhao family in Jinling to maintain order, they were not allowed to get too close, so as not to affect Zhao Yangqiu's pulse, I was afraid that these reporters would rush up and clubbed the camera to Zhao Yangqiu's face and hands to take a good shot!

In addition to these traditional journalists, there were also several reporters who were doing live webcasts.

While shooting videos with their mobile phones, they were still quietly interacting with the barrage.

A beautiful and fashionable female anchor said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Everyone, the first round of the medical skills competition has begun, and I think that the medical family can win the deduction 1, and the poor boy Zhao Yuan can counterattack the successful deduction 2......"

For a while, in the live broadcast room, the screen was full of 1s, and only a few 2s floated by.

Everyone is not optimistic about Zhao Yuan, which is also reflected in the barrage.

"The other party is Zhao Yangqiu, it's strange that Zhao Yuan can win! People who don't know who Zhao Yangqiu is, you can go to the Internet to search for it, and I guarantee that it can scare you!"

"Those people who deduct 2, are their brains in water? I put my words here, if Zhao Yuan can win, I will broadcast live and eat Xiang!"

"I ate Xiang in the previous live broadcast, and I have already taken a screenshot. Don't talk so much, what if Zhao Yuan wins?

"There will be no surprises in this!"

"Do you say that the diagnosis of the pulse of the hanging silk is reliable? Why do I feel so mysterious? Don't be like some qigong master, just a fool of people, right?"

The live webcast room was very lively, but the scene was very quiet, and people didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing Zhao Yangqiu.

More than ten minutes later, Zhao Yangqiu opened his eyes, put down the red silk in his hand, and said loudly: "I already know everything about the patient's situation!"

Zhao Dezhu was overjoyed and hurriedly urged: "Third uncle, please tell me the results of your diagnosis." ”