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Chapter 342 - Dialectics

This was an era where western medicine was prevalent while traditional Chinese medicine was weak.

However, in the city of Jinling, the ancient medical atmosphere was still strong. Medical institutions were everywhere, and Chinese medicine was quite prevalent. However, in this bull-like Chinese Medical Hospital, the Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center was the most famous.

Legend has it that this Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center was created by the descendants of famous Chinese medicine, the Bian Que. As a result, the medical techniques in the Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center were passed down from generation to generation, and were still mystical. These past few years, he had created countless miracles in the Jinling. And within the Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center, the chief physician, Mr. Bian Zhongheng, was the president of the Chinese Medical Association.

Moreover, the Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center had a good reputation these past few years. Sometimes saving the poor and the poor is bad for money.

Therefore, this session of the Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine's Hegemonical Competition would be held inside the Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center.

The Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center covered an area of more than 300 mu, which was quite large. In front of the door, there were many people walking in and out of the car. Today, it was extremely lively.

After Xiao Yi got out of the taxi, he raised his head to look at the grand and imposing Great Medical Hall, and said with a slight smile: "It is indeed true, Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center is indeed very big. However, I have to take a good look at the 'Doctor' character.

Walking into the great hospital, he saw that it was already packed full of people. The number of old doctors who came to participate in the Chinese medicine competition was countless. There were also relevant reporters, who surrounded them so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

After all, this was the annual National Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine Tournament. It was quite a spectacular sight.

Xiao Yi walked into the crowd and stood behind the group of old doctors. There was no surprise on his face as he quietly waited for the competition to begin.

This group of old Chinese medical doctors were mostly familiar with each other and conversing with each other. It was very lively. With such a young face like Xiao Yi's, he stood alone at the back of the crowd.

When the lights flashed non-stop, the Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine Contest finally started.

Mr. Bian Zhongheng of the Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center was dressed in a white robe. He swept his eyes across the densely packed old Chinese medicine before him and cleared his throat. Then, he spoke in a low voice: "This year's Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine Contest, it was my honor to be able to hold it in my Xuanjuan Jishi Great Medical Center, and let me have the honor. Now, let us get to know the judges for this year's Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine Contest. "

"The one on the left is our famous old Chinese medical doctor, Mr. Gou Genxu, a Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine who has been together with the cicada for three years. His medical skills had reached perfection, and his skills in traditional Chinese medicine had reached perfection. And the one in the middle was Mr. Ceng Molai. Study abroad for many years, Doctor of Medicine. In western medicine, for a variety of drug composition improvement is won the National Gold Point Award. And the one on the right is the sponsor for this year's Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine Contest, Mr. Niu Haodan, the director of Mighty Cow Milk. Including me, I am the judge for our competition in Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine. "

Bian Zhongheng's Mister was very loud. He introduced the few evaluators in detail from the competition that was going to take place in the Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The crowd immediately burst into enthusiastic applause. All of them applauded excitedly with thunderous applause. Xiao Yi stood amongst the crowd, the interest on his face indifferent. He had no interest whatsoever in these people from the medical field.

In Xiao Yi's world, there was still no one whose medical skills could subdue him.

The judges of this year's Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine were still the same as before. Two experts in Chinese medicine were overseeing the operation while an expert in western medicine was overseeing the operation. The sponsor, however, was just a puppet and had spent money to do the job.

Among these four evaluators, the most important ones were the two old doctors, Gou Genxu and Bian Zhongheng.

After reading out the rules of the competition, the match finally began.

The first round was a very simple one, to distinguish between the ingredients. To Xiao Yi, this was a piece of cake.

In the small room were three Chinese medicinal plants. If one was able to identify two medicinal herbs and identify the medicinal properties and the origin of the years of production, then they would pass the first round of the competition.

One by one, the elders entered the small room. All of them were as light as a swallow, their faces full of calmness. They were all experienced in the identification of medicines.

In the glass window of the room, three Chinese medicinal herbs were placed. One was red, one was white, and the other was alternating between red and white.

One by one, the elders took out the three medicinal plants and gently sniffed them. After standing there for a long time, he reluctantly put down the three medicinal ingredients.

Some old Chinese medicine showed a trace of joy on their face while some old Chinese medicine showed dejection on their faces.

It was obvious that some of the old Chinese medical doctors who had entered the room had recognized at least the two Chinese medicine stalks. He was so happy to be able to pass the first stage. The other part of the old Chinese medicine with a gloomy expression obviously knew that it was hopeless and couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat in its heart.

Xiao Yi stood in the center of the hall on the first floor with a calm expression. No one walked into the small crowded house as they tried to figure out when and where the three herbs would be produced.

Finally, all of these old Chinese medical doctors had come in to see the medicine. Each of them tried to figure out the composition of the three medicinal plants, as well as the length of time they had been able to produce them and how long it would take to do so.

As a result, Xiao Yi who had a smile on his face, suddenly looked a little abrupt.

"Sir, why don't you go inside and examine the medicine?" Mr. Bian Zhongheng looked at Xiao Yi with interest and asked.

"No matter what Chinese medicine it is, it still has a faint medicinal fragrance." When I stood outside this door and calmed my heart, I could smell a faint medicinal fragrance that can explain the three medicinal ingredients in the room. "

Xiao Yi's words of assurance caused all the old Chinese medical doctors in the hall to look over. However, when they saw the young face of the person who spoke, a burst of laughter immediately sounded out.

In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, it wasn't like singing or dancing. Some people are born with the talent to dance and sing. And if he wanted to do something in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, he would have something to do with it. In that case, it would require many years of practice experience.

And for Xiao Yi to be so young, he only needed a glance. These people rejected Xiao Yi in their hearts.

"If the musk in that hut was yellow, you might have heard it. However, the young people these days were all very foolish and naive. Chinese medicinal herbs usually had a medicinal smell, but the fragrance of many of these herbs was so faint that it was impossible to smell them with one's nose. "Don't even mention standing outside the door is just wishful thinking."

"Still, if he's a dog with a dog's nose, he can smell it."

These old Chinese doctors, upon seeing the younger generation look down on their prestige. The way he spoke was indeed rather unpleasant to listen to.

However, Xiao Yi still stood in the middle of the hall with a straight face. It was as if he hadn't heard any of these criticisms.

Mr. Bian Zhongheng was startled, he adjusted his glasses and said: "Sir, the medicinal fragrance of the three herbs in the room is extremely faint, are you sure you don't want to go in and take a look?"

This Bian Zhongheng had always loved the Chinese medicine of the young generation. Seeing Xiao Yi's courage, he signed up to participate in the competition for Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine. In his heart, he could not help but have a kind heart and remind Xiao Yi.

"No need." Xiao Yi didn't even hesitate for a second as he said in a firm voice, "As expected, I can smell the three Chinese medicinal herbs in the room."

Seeing how determined Xiao Yi was, the large group of old Chinese medical doctors could not help but laugh out loud once again. He couldn't help but feel that the young people's ignorance was unreasonable.

Bian Zhongheng and Gou Genxu looked at each other and laughed bitterly. With such a young age, how could a doctor think of him as someone who didn't have much potential? However, this young man didn't know how to be humble. This made the two seniors sigh deeply from the bottom of their hearts.

However, at this moment, when Mr. Ceng Molai saw his great benefactor, Xiao Yi, in such an occasion, he was speechless. Immediately, his eyes lit up and his body trembled. He cleared his throat and said expectantly, "Quickly, write your answers on a piece of paper and pass it on."

The answer was naturally impossible to say in public. After all, they were afraid of being followed. Thus, writing it on paper was rather safe.

Gou Genxu and Bian Zhongheng, the two old gentlemen, were so excited to see Ceng Molai today. Moreover, Mr. Ceng Molai, who had always been a decoration during the national competition for Chinese medicine, was actually so excited to participate in the competition. It stunned both Bian Zhongheng and Gou Genxu.

Immediately, these old Chinese doctors began writing down their answers on a piece of paper.

Xiao Yi stood on the spot and took out his brush. Dragon and flying phoenix dancing, a few elegant cursive script jumped on the paper: "Red Ginseng, produced in the Qin Mountains, born two months in ten years. Du Zhong, born in the Qin Mountains, was born three years and three months ago. The last one is the plate of red flowers. It was born in Cilicia, Europe. It was born six months ago. "

After writing down these short words, Xiao Yi immediately gave his the answer.

Immediately, Mr. Bian Zhongheng who had nothing better to do opened Xiao Yi's paper, and with a bit of luck, he took a look at the young man's answer. After taking a look, Bian Zhongheng's body trembled and his eyes lit up. He sat up straight, his expression becoming solemn.

Then, this Mr. Bian Zhongheng seemed to have become entranced, and stared at Xiao Yi's answer for a long time.

"Teacher Gou, look! Look at this answer!" At this time, a happy smile appeared on Mr. Bian Zhongheng's face, and he immediately shouted out.

Mr. Gou Genxu absent-mindedly received Xiao Yi's answer, and lazily said: "It's been so many years, what other answer have I not seen before? "At most, just hand in the white paper, it's nothing, just get used to it."

However, when he finished this sentence … Lowering his head to look at Xiao Yi's answer, his face immediately changed.