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Fu Yao was very busy, very busy, and wanted to investigate the condition of Yang Zhengdong's port of delivery, the condition of his warehouse where he stored his goods, as well as the situation of Chen Kekai in the Public Security Office, so she did not have time to rest. However, she was satisfied with Ge Sang and Jing Shan being under her hand. She didn't feel tired at all, and was even satisfied.

In any case, she could sneak into the Di Hao Mansion at any time, and it wouldn't be too late for her to wait until the finals.

Xu Rongsheng was still speaking, "... I really believe in our Guangnan Province's Chinese medicine. For the sake of next June's sixth round of the President of Chinese Medical Hall's preliminaries, everyone must work hard together and do your best to increase the glory of our Guangnan Province and make a contribution to the cause of the Hua Xia's Chinese medicine. "

"Walla ~ ~ ~" With thunderous applause, Xu Rongsheng had always been disrespectful with his words, but these words were extremely provocative, causing the blood of all the TCM doctor present to boil. They are the Savior, they are the Living Bodhisattva, the Hua Xia's business of traditional Chinese medicine needs to be revived by them. From the looks of it, without them, the Chinese medicine industry would have fallen into decline.

Xu Rongsheng pressed down with both hands and said loudly, "Now, let's invite the provincial supervisor of this hall, Meng Hall, to address everyone."

This was the current situation in the country. No matter what it was, they would have to issue wave after wave of speeches. Meng Xianhai had a medium build, was dressed in a smart suit, had a head full of hair, and was in good spirits. Seated in the crowd below Meng Xianhai, Liang Hao saw Meng Haodong and Meng Lie whose eyes were spitting fire. Qin Feng laughed and even waved at Liang Hao.

Meng Haodong's hand was chopped off by Ge Sang's blade, and Meng Lie was in an even more miserable state. Both of his hands were chopped off by the Lord Chang, and now, even if he reattached it, he was not as nimble as he was before. This trip to the capital was tantamount to entering Meng Haodong's territory. Liang Hao had long been prepared in his heart, to be able to chase them out of Hua Hai City would be equivalent to chasing them out of the capital.

Coming out of Hua Hai City, they still had a place to stay in. Where were they going after they left the provincial capital? Everyone had a path in front of them. The way to go was up to them. Whether it was the main road or the Bridge of Helplessness … Heh heh, Liang Hao laughed indifferently, he did not put Meng Haodong in his eyes at all.

After another round of lethargic speech, Meng Xianhai passed the microphone to Zhu Qishan, allowing him to say a few words. Fortunately, Zhu Qishan's words were concise and short. After saying a few words, he said loudly: "Now, let the President of the, Zhu Chongyang, explain the rules of the competition."

Zhu Chongyang was Zhu Qishan's second son. He took the microphone and spoke into it. The competition's rules were very simple; There were only sixteen people left after the first round. The second round would begin tomorrow.

Every participant had seven people accompanying them. When they walked up to draw lots, their teammates encouraged them non-stop, praying that they would not meet Qi Badou, Zhu Shiqing and Yuan Xiaotong. Gu Xianzhang, Duan Qirui and the others also followed suit, clenching their fists tightly, they rushed to Liang Hao and cheered him on, "Come on, we'll detail you, we'll definitely be able to do it."

As long as he didn't meet Qi Badou, Zhu Shiqing, and Yuan Xiaotong in the first round, he would definitely be able to enter the second round.

The thirty-two participants lined up in a straight line and walked to the bottom of the main platform. A beautiful woman dressed in a red qipao walked up the stage. In her hand was a red wooden chest that was covered by red silk. When she walked to the front of the main stage, Zhu Chongyang stepped forward and opened the red silk cloth. There was a fist-sized hole on top of the wooden chest, if a person's hand were to reach in, they would be able to pull out a ping pong ball. There were thirty-two ping-pong balls in total, corresponding to thirty-two contestants. Nos. 1 and 32, No. 2 and No. 31... Following this, the thirty-two players were divided into sixteen groups and PK one by one would suffice.

These participants were all considered outstanding talents of their respective regions. However, when they stretched out their hands to touch their accounts, they were still a bit nervous. The first contestant to reach out his hand and grab number five. Then, he stared at the contestant to see who had touched up to number twenty-eight.

One, two... Waiting until the eighth person, until finally number twenty-eighth, not one of them was Qi Badou, Zhu Shiqing, or Yuan Xiaotong, which caused him to secretly heave a sigh of relief. Then, this number one began to size up this number eight from head to toe. He was relatively thin and had a delicate and pretty face, somewhat like a university student who had just walked out of university. He looked very refined and quiet.

Such a person also studies medicine? This number one was just like Han Bai, he was also from Rongcheng, and was called Peng Chun. He looked at Han Bai, and laughed: "Han Bai, looks like my luck is not bad huh? To meet such a novice. "

Han Bai looked at the young man and scolded him: "Alright, you sure got lucky, but you have to give our Rongcheng the honor."

Peng Chun laughed: "Don't worry, I will let him know what a real Chinese medical doctor is like."

The two of them chatted idly, but their eyes were still staring at the young man, the sign on his chest had Hua Hai City s — — Liang Hao. Peng Chun patted Han Bai's shoulder, telling him to watch a good show, then walked in front of Liang Hao with eyes full of provocation and disdain. To him, defeating such a youth was just a child's play.

The others were still touching their balls, but Peng Chun had already started to ridicule Liang Hao, and asked: "You're number 28?"

Liang Hao said somewhat nervously, "Yes, you … "What number are you?"

Peng Chun became even calmer in his heart. He held the ping pong ball in his hand and laughed: "We are in the same group. I am number 5."

"Huh?" Liang Hao exclaimed, and muttered: "If you want me to be in your group, then wouldn't I die a horrible death? "Please have mercy, Brother Peng."

"It's fine, it's fine. We're just exchanging pointers and taking a walk." Peng Chun had worked in the medical field for a long time, so he was determined to get the medical assembly this time around since he had come to the provincial capital. However, when he saw Qi Badou, Yuan Xiaotong and Zhu Shiqing, he had no idea what to do. However, this was nothing. Medicine and luck were two sides of the same coin. If he had only met Qi Badou and the other two in the last round, then he definitely had a chance of being second or third place.

In any case, going to the Yanjing City to participate in the's selection competition, every province had three slots, and the third and first place were all the same. Even if he did not take over the position of Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall of China, and went to the Yanjing City to meet the famous Chinese medicine masters, it was still good.

While they were talking, the other people had already finished drawing their lots, two people in a group, two people in a group, and one of them had directly won after losing, because his opponent was Han Bai, and he was defeated by Qi Badou, so he immediately left the competition. That person was laughing out loud. If it wasn't for so many people watching, he would have jumped up and cheered.

Qi Badou, Yuan Xiaotong and the others hadn't met each other yet, but the people who were in the same group as them all withered their heads and drooped their heads. Before they even had the chance to fight with their doctors, their confidence had already crumbled.

Zhu Chongyang asked: "Is everyone ready?"

Everyone said in unison, "It's ready."

Zhu Chongyang said loudly: "Alright, please bring a hundred patients over now."

The hundred patients were all drawn here from the provincial Commerce Chamber of TCM, provincial hospital, provincial hospital, Provincial People's Hospital hospital and so on. Before these people came in, no one knew what kind of sickness they had, and even these patients did not know why they were sent to the Di Hao Mansion.

However, when they entered in a long line, someone immediately gave them an explanation. The contestants here were all experts and doctors from all over the place. They were free to treat patients and treat patients. If they didn't get the draw, they could wait until tomorrow, or go to the hospital. This time, they all hoped that they would be lucky enough to get selected. After all, they didn't need to spend money, and they could even enjoy the treatment of a doctor.

This time, the competition method was a little different from the one in the dining hall. Qi Badou and Han Bai's competition method was not one patient, but one patient in a group. In other words, Liang Hao and Liang Hao diagnosed one patient at the same time. Within each group, there were sixteen patients that were needed, and each group was needed to be fair, impartial and open.

Liang Hao and Peng Chun were in the fifth group and sat at the side, quietly waiting for the participants in the first few groups to come up and compete.

The first group was composed of Yuan Xiaotong and a young doctor. Everyone's gazes were focused on Yuan Xiaotong, wanting to see what exactly was so extraordinary about this Guanyin Gate disciple. With a hundred patients, the computer randomly scrolled up, Zhu Qishan called for it to stop, and Xu Rongsheng pressed the button.

Crack! The number on the screen showed patient number 26.

It was a middle-aged woman who was carrying a child. The child was dispirited, had poor appetite and looked listless. In the part of the face next to the nose and below the eyes, there was a prominent bump and a more dense blotch.

The judge panel gave Yuan Xiaotong and the young doctor each five minutes. Through looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, they were able to determine the child's condition, and then wrote down the method of diagnosis.

No one dared to neglect this kind of matter. Yuan Xiaotong and the young doctor respectively went forward to inquire about it, and then retreated back to the chairs on both sides. With a swipe of the brush, Yuan Xiaotong and the young doctor quickly finished writing. The first step was to show the paper and see what the results of their respective diagnoses were.

The young doctor wrote: Eczema.

Yuan Xiaotong wrote: Stomach-cold.

Since the results of their diagnosis were different, the two of them should state their own reasons. After the diagnosis was made, the victor of the diagnosis would then be determined. If two people had the same diagnosis, then the next step would be to write down the diagnosis. Right now, the young doctor and Yuan Xiaotong were the first situation.

Be it eczema or cold stomach, if use western medicine, for the disease medicine, a few pills may solve the problem. However, it was now a meeting of the General Assembly of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so it must be treated with traditional Chinese medicine.

The young doctor looked very strong and said loudly, "I think that this child suffered from eczema. Earlier, I asked the mother about some matters, and the little red spots on the child's face, with some white hair inside, became dry and became scraps of skin. The back of the ear is wet, seepage, also on the scalp, scab, this is a typical eczema. The diagnosis method is very simple, as long as you go back and keep your skin clean, try your best not to be stimulated by the outside world, eat less animal protein, such as milk, eggs, after a period of time you will naturally recover. "

These words were very reasonable, and the experts and judges could not help but nod their heads.

Zhu Chongyang said loudly: "Please state your views on this matter, Doctor Yuan Xiaotong."

Yuan Xiaotong said in a heavy voice, "The root of eczema is the imperfection of the gastrointestinal system. Since subcutaneous capillaries are the most abundant, eczema is immediately apparent on the skin. However, I say that this symptom is not eczema, and it is based on the fact that the beginning of the Foot-Yangming Stomach Meridian is in the part of the face next to the nose, and the stomach disease is expressed in the face through the meridians. "