Zhu Qishan said loudly, "Alright, the two of you begin your diagnosis. Whoever in the shortest amount of time is able to cure or cure the patient shall have the upper hand. "

Huyan Yuanjie used the most conservative and most reliable method to treat acupuncture and moxibustion, which some of the doctors present also knew of. On the other hand, when Qi Badou pulled out the jar, Liang Hao, Yuan Xiaotong and the others thought that they could see the typhoid pie's rhinoceros horn jar, but they were disappointed again. What Qi Badou took out was a jar that was made from purple bamboo. It was very small and exquisite, and on the top of the jar was carved an orchid.

Qi Badou moved extremely quickly, igniting the fire, pulling out the canister and changing the position. The skin on his face was white and tender to begin with, yet when he pulled it out, it only left a faint bruise. However, the bruises didn't last long, and they gradually faded until they disappeared. The purple bamboo jar continuously changed its position at the bottom of the pass, at the bottom of the restaurant, and at the top of the cart. After a dozen cycles, the patient's crooked mouth miraculously recovered. Although he was still a bit off from a normal person, looking at his posture, he would definitely be completely healed in a few more sessions.

typhoid pie, Nanshan Temple, Guanyin Gate and so on. These ancient Chinese medical sects really did have their own unique places. Forget about everything else, even Liang Hao had to admit his inferiority in pulling the bottle. His specialties were acupuncture, pulse control, traditional Chinese medicine, and surgery. He was also slightly involved in pulling out the jars, but he wasn't very proficient in it.

It should be said that out of all the people present, Qi Badou's cupping technique was absolutely top-notch.

When he took two steps back, the atmosphere at the scene immediately turned explosive. Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and praise. This could be said to be a superb way to pull out a pot.

On the other side, Huyan Yuanjie was still acupuncture that patient. If he continued on like this, he might not lose. However, the atmosphere at the scene was completely one-sided, and all inclined towards Qi Badou. Every compliment was a type of intense stimulation for him.

Wasn't there still a victor? Huyan Yuanjie's tolerance was low, when he lost to Yuan Xiaotong, he was already depressed in his heart, but this time, he could not take it anymore.

"Ah …" With one needle, Huyan Yuanjie actually lost his aim at this critical moment. The steel needle didn't pierce the patient's acupoint, but rather his face. Who could stand this? The patient was in so much pain that he twitched and jumped up, screaming, "It hurts, it hurts like hell!"

"Haha …"

Even Zhu Qishan, Xu Rongsheng and the others shook their heads, almost laughing out loud. It had been a few days since the medical assembly was reunited with so many participants, but this was the first time that someone had made such an important mistake. Yes, there were times when mistakes were inevitable, but this was in the medical field. Even the slightest mistake could cause serious damage to a person's life.

Without any suspense, Qi Badou directly won. As for Huyan Yuanjie, he finally lost face. He was extremely embarrassed, and didn't even dare to raise his head, as he turned and ran.

Originally, Xie Chen, Feng Mengyang and the rest did not think much of Huyan Yuanjie.

In the capital, Huyan Yuanjie had always thought that his medical skills were impressive, but this time, no matter what, he felt that it would be embarrassing to continue practicing medicine in the capital. No one knew exactly where he went.

This time, the three people from Guangnan Province who were going to participate in the President of Chinese Medical Hall's Qualifying Competition were confirmed: Liang Hao, Yuan Xiaotong and Qi Badou. The third place was definitely Qi Badou, so it should be fine, but when Xu Rongsheng announced the result, Feng Mengyang, Xie Chen, and the other evaluators and old TCM Specialist did not agree, they had to decide on the first and second place.

Of course, they did not say that they had to sow discord between Liang Hao and Yuan Xiaotong, but because this time's Chinese medicine competition was simply too exciting, causing everyone present to be reluctant to part with it. They also wanted to see who was stronger between Liang Hao and Yuan Xiaotong. However, there were also some people who gambled on the outskirts. Who would be the champion? To them, that was extremely important. After all, that was all money.

Seeing the look of anticipation in the eyes of so many people, Xu Rongsheng laughed: "Secretary Zhu, what do you think?"

Zhu Qishan was still thinking of letting Liang Hao help him move to the city with Meng Xianhai. If he were to leave now, who knows when he would come back to the capital. Liang Hao was now the president of the provincial Commerce Chamber of TCM. No matter what, he had to stay in the provincial capital for a few days to settle the matter with the merchant guild. Of course, Zhu Chongyang also had a small selfish thought, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall of China was such a solemn matter. As a member of the Chinese Medical School, if he did not attend, it would be his lifetime's greatest regret.

He was already so old, but he had to think for his son Zhu Shiqing. If Zhu Shiqing took Liang Hao as his master, or even as his assistant, then Zhu Shiqing could at least follow Liang Hao to the Yanjing City, and personally witness the grand occasion of China's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall.

Zhu Qishan and Zhu Chongyang looked at each other, the father and son duo almost decided at the same time. Since they said that everyone was looking forward to the finals, then we will wait for three days later, and let Liang Hao and Yuan Xiaotong compete once more. Whoever wins, will be the champion of Guangnan Province's current medical assembly.

Xu Rongsheng laughed and asked: Liang Hao, Yuan Xiaotong, do you guys have any objections?

Liang Hao laughed bitterly: "From what I say, let's just forget about it? Miss Yuan, Doctor Qi, and I, are these three perfect people? Why must there be two or three of us? "

Yuan Xiaotong stared at Liang Hao, her eyes full of provocation, and said loudly: "I want to fight with Liang Hao for the championship."

In this world, there were three types of people that could not be offended: beggars, monks, and women.

In modern society, it's hard for us to provoke monks and beggars, even the real monks and beggars. Of course, there were a lot of people who were trying to pester the passersby on the streets for money. However, they could not be considered to be the disciples of Hong Linggong. As for the monks, they were already holding the salaries of the country in their hands.

The first two were eliminated one by one, and the hardest one to deal with was the women.

Liang Hao was still thinking about finding out about Mu Lianhua from Yuan Xiaotong, so he didn't dare offend her anymore. He raised both of his hands and surrendered, then said with complete sincerity: "Miss Yuan Divine Doctor's Holy Hand, I'm not even one in ten thousand. I am second place, so there is definitely no suspense. "

How could this work? They all wanted to see the exciting showdown between Liang Hao and Yuan Xiaotong. If they directly admitted defeat, what would be the point of it? Yuan Xiaotong's reaction was especially intense as she challenged three Western doctors of the railway hospital, making Yuan Zhizhong lose a lot of face. Yuan Xiaotong participating in this medical assembly was also done with the idea of defeating Liang Hao and bringing honor back to his father.

He admitted defeat? How could that be possible? He didn't even have a way out.

Yuan Xiaotong said coldly: "Are you giving me charity?"

Liang Hao laughed bitterly: "I didn't mean that, I am really not your opponent."

Yuan Xiaotong said: "If you really view me as a TCM doctor, then you must respect this time's medical assembly, respect Chinese medicine."

No matter what, he was afraid of going online. With just a few casual words, she linked Liang Hao with the cause of Chinese medicine, do you dare to not agree? If you don't agree, you're looking down on traditional Chinese medicine. Liang Hao laughed bitterly, no matter what happened in the future, he must not offend women, it was too terrifying.

Liang Hao sighed: "Alright, I agree, alright?"

Zhu Qishan laughed: "Good! Then let's set the day of the finals to be three days later.

Even if the matter was settled like this, Xie Chen, Feng Mengyang, Peng Chun, Han Bai and the others would still be very happy. Secretly, Xie Chen had already told Feng Mengyang, Peng Chun and the others about Liang Hao's brilliant views on Chinese medicine in the province of Commerce Chamber of TCM. When they heard him, their eyes shone, and at the same time they secretly regretted. This time, it would take another three days for them to find time to chat more with Liang Hao.

It was his own ability to learn, and everything else was useless.

Feng Mengyang, Peng Chun and the other young doctors wanted to call Liang Hao to drink with them at night. As Liang Hao was thinking about how to refuse, even Qi Badou walked over with a haughty look, and smiled: "Dr. Liang, I didn't even manage to go to the Hua Manor Inn that day. This time, you have to bring me along no matter what you say."

Liang Hao laughed bitterly: "Alright, I'll try my best then."

"Don't try your best, we'll be waiting for you at the Washington Hotel tonight."

"Tomorrow night, I'll definitely be there."

"That's fine too." Qi Badou, Xie Chen and the rest laughed and then finally left.

Fu Yao and Ye Zixuan jumped over and said, "Brother Hao, it's been a few days. Let's go take a look at Qing Er."

It had been so many days since she came to the capital. Last time, Xu Qing had been drunk on Zhu Shijie when she was staying unhurriedly, but after Liang Hao saved Xu Qing, he directly left. This matter made Xu Qing's heart very unhappy. In reality, what Liang Hao had done was obvious. Yang Zhengnan and Yang Shaoqing had already been taken down, and the remaining Yang Zhengdong did not have much time to bounce back.

Liang Hao laughed: "Come, let's go take a look."

The Qing Nangong was an ancient building from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The door knocker was on the door of the red flag. The two Qilins stood at the entrance, looking quite majestic. This was originally the residence of a minister of the Qing Dynasty. After returning from old age, he built such a home in the style of a garden in Suzhou. In the pavilion of the Tantai House in the Inner Court of the Qing Dynasty, the veranda and paths snaked through it, reflecting the scenery of the garden.

Right now, the Qing Nangong Country protected cultural relics at the provincial level. Every day, there were many tourists going there to enjoy themselves. Due to the architectural style of the place, there would often be a few filming crew in the Qing Nangong. This time, the Huanya film and television entertainment co's television series was filmed in the Clear Nangong Palace.

By the time Liang Hao, Ye Zixuan, Fu Yao and the rest arrived, it was already past 3 in the afternoon. Originally, he wanted to call a tour guide to come over and explain the entire process, but with Fu Yao there, she was just a living tour guide. As he walked, he explained to Liang Hao and Ye Zixuan, the atmosphere was very lively.

Suddenly, a clanging sound of a gong could be heard in front of them. A young man, wearing a black hat and soft boots and a red flower on his chest, was riding over. He was flanked by a group of officials, as well as a group of actors in ancient costumes.

Fu Yao shouted: "The crew is filming here, Qing Er is definitely among them."

There were many park visitors gathered around to watch the fun. This was exactly the scene of the top scholar returning home from high school. At the entrance of the Top Scorer's residence, there were lanterns and decorations, and servants bustling about. It was quite bustling.

"Young Master has returned with the top scholar in high school." One of the servants was very excited as he stumbled into the mansion, shouting as he ran: "Young Mistress, Young Master has returned with a top scholar from high school!"

In less than two minutes, a group of people came out of the manor. They were a woman dressed in coarse clothes, her hair tied up with a copper hairpin, a pair of cloth shoes, and a few patches on her clothes. She looked very bitter. However, she had a delicate and pretty appearance. Her eyes were fixed on the approaching top scholar on a large horse. Her face was filled with surprise and joy, but she didn't dare to move forward.