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The competition had officially begun. Everyone's eyes were focused on them, filled with curiosity.

Everyone was trying their best to make the best medicine. Some people tried to make aphrodisiacs for their eyes, but it was said that eating them would make men as fierce as elephants. It was a gospel of impotent men.

There were also people who concocted tonics, and each of them had their own uses. Before succeeding, it was impossible to tell who was more capable.

Zhong Wentao sat in front of the table, not moving for a long time.

He had yet to figure out what kind of pill he was going to refine and his hands were trembling. He was unable to immediately throw himself into the process.

Zhou Cangzhu watched him from the crowd and was very nervous.

It wasn't easy for him to participate in the competition, but if he failed, it would be a huge joke.

Maybe he shouldn't let Zhong Wentao be so forced, it would be a little difficult for him to enter the Chinese Medical Association now.

Not knowing what Zhou Cangzhu was thinking, Zhong Wentao just picked up the tools lightly, took out the one centimeter long branch of the withering vine, and placed it into the medicine container. Then, he used a wooden mace to lightly mash it, releasing a fragrant scent.

"What smell is this? It smells so good!"

"What kind of medicine is this? I've never smelled this before."

The people who were watching the commotion asked one after another. They did not know that the fragrance was coming from Zhong Wentao's place, but they were continuously discussing.

The contestants also caught a whiff of this smell and knew that it was a superior medicine. They all looked around to see who had brought it.

The characteristic of the branch was that it would emit a strange fragrance the moment it was crushed. Then, the fragrance would disappear, so everyone was unable to find out where this fragrance came from.

Zhong Wentao was completely focused on refining pills, if it was not for success in one go, he would not even be willing to use the branch, and if there were people from the Cultivator Organization present, his identity would definitely be exposed.

Not being able to care so much, he took out the white powder he had prepared earlier and gently sprinkled it on the powder of the branch, mixing it up.

Gradually, a gas began to rise from within. It was a magical scene.

There were no heating tools, but smoke was coming out. This was a rare scene.

"An insignificant skill."

The person at the table beside him opened his mouth and spoke disdainfully, as if he didn't care at all.

They thought that Zhong Wentao must have hidden a small piece of equipment somewhere, and the smoke came out from the equipment, just to increase everyone's attention on him.

Zhong Wentao actually did not care about this speculation, it was for the best that he did not raise any suspicions.

A few minutes later, he put down the already scalding medicine. The powder inside had already become very viscous due to the heat. The color was light gray, and the smell was also a little fetid. It looked extremely disgusting.

The surrounding participants were all disgusted, wanting to leave, but the thing in their hands was not done yet. They could only endure under the stench, and started to hate Zhong Wentao more and more.

It was one thing to be late, but he actually made such a stinky thing for the exam. How did such a person get into the third round?

After an hour had passed, all who had yet to finish their medicine were escorted out of the competition area by the security guards, leaving only a few people behind.

Zhong Wentao sat on his seat and looked down to see what his medicine was, thinking about it.

Yang Hao had already returned and sat beside the president. He looked at Zhong Wentao with an ashen face.

"President, you won't forget deputy mayor's request, right?"

Yang Hao reminded her softly in her ear, full of threats.

Nodding lightly, the president did not reply, as if he did not place Yang Hao's threat in his eyes at all.

Since he had already reached the final step, even if he did not do anything, what could Yang Hao do?

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Hao was just a vice president, but a vice president's authority was limited.

Even after fighting for so many years, Yang Hao was still only in this position.

"You!"

Seeing through the president's thoughts, Yang Hao berated him coldly with an extremely ugly expression.

After waiting for so many years, he was finally able to make Yang Hao lose face.

"Candidates, please bring your medicine to the front of the platform and explain to the organizers, allowing them to examine your effects."

As the host spoke, the five contestants stepped forward.

Yang Hao shot a glance at a person in the crowd, and after hearing some noise, a mental patient appeared, and directly pounced towards Zhong Wentao.

How clumsy!

Zhong Wentao thought and continued to move with his head lowered, as if he did not see the mental patient's appearance.

The moment the patient pounced towards him, he extended a finger from an angle that no one could see and directly pointed at the patient's lower abdomen, causing the patient to bend in pain. In the next second, he crashed into the person in front of Zhong Wentao.

"AHH!"

The person shouted as the item in his hand flew out and he fell to the ground.

The patient pressed down on the contestant, his body spasming nonstop. For a long time, he didn't stop.

The contestant struggled nonstop, wanting to pick up the medicinal powder that had been scattered on the ground. Unfortunately, a gust of wind blew past at this moment, blowing everything away.

"Cough, cough …"

Some of the audience members inhaled the powder and started coughing.

"My medicine! "My medicine …"

The contestant groaned in pain. His body was still being pressed down by the patient, both physically and mentally.

"What are you still standing there for? Why aren't you separating them?"

Yang Hao shouted loudly, every single one of them was a piece of trash.

He was just standing there. How could he make a mistake?!

Only then did the security guards react. They had barely managed to separate the two. The patient was still being extracted, and it looked like he was suffering from a mental illness. No one would think that he was a normal person.

"Vice Guild Leader, don't get too worked up. There will always be accidents. You have to learn to adapt."

The president laughed and said, naturally he understood that this was Yang Hao's scheme, that he would not be able to steal from him.

The person who had his medicine knocked over was said to have a very close relationship with Yang Hao.

He spent a lot of money to enter the third round, but he was stopped by Yang Hao's people. It must be interesting.

"The guild leader is right."

Yang Hao replied coldly, he sat on the chair and his face became even uglier.

Zhong Wentao walked to the front of the examiners. He was ranked last, and needed to wait for the first three people to explain their medicine before it could be his turn.

The medicine mishap was in his hand, easily held by him, as if it would fall if anyone touched it lightly.

Yang Hao's eyes were fixed on that thing, he regretted making his own people take action so quickly, if he made a move now, he might succeed.

The first three people quickly finished explaining. Their medicine could improve some of the body's internal injuries, but it was impossible to immediately check if it was real. It could only be determined by the ingredients.

When he arrived at Zhong Wentao, the examiner did the same as the other three, asking him about the ingredients but was rejected by Zhong Wentao.

The entire audience went into an uproar. They could not believe their ears.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

From the very first match, he had been unsatisfied with Zhong Wentao.

"This is a pill I concocted personally. If I tell everyone about the formula, it will be hard to guarantee that everyone will concoct it. Why would I do that?"

Zhong Wentao retorted coldly. He would never reveal the Withering Vine Branch, and it would instead be asking for trouble.

"But if you don't tell us the formula, how will we determine the medicinal effect?"

The bearded examiner frowned. Although he knew that Zhong Wentao's considerations were correct, he was still very dissatisfied.

Such a person would be a nuisance even if they entered the Chinese Medical Association. It would be better to be wiped out here.

"My medicine works quickly. I can see the effects with the naked eye. I only need to test it and I will know the results."

"Really?"

the bearded examiner asked.

After seeing Zhong Wentao's method of removing the bone spikes, these examiners truly wanted to know what other abilities he had.

Was this medicine as exquisite as the way he operated?

"Naturally."

Zhong Wentao was very serious, he was completely confident that he could cure his in a short period of time.

He even used the branch of the vine. If it did not achieve this effect, then the branch would no longer be a divine medicine.

"What is the effect of this medicine?"

Yang Hao coldly said. He was absolutely not curious, and that was only to find a better way to strike Zhong Wentao.

"It works wonders for patients with skin disease."

Zhong Wentao opened his mouth: "The older the year, the better the effect."

"What big words you have there!"

Yang Hao berated coldly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

He had seen Zhong Wentao's abilities before, and they were indeed a little interesting.

This pill was definitely not something to fool people. If he could get a skin patient to heal Zhong Wentao, it would actually increase his reputation.

In any case, Zhong Wentao entering the Chinese Medical Association was a matter of life and death, so he might as well let him pass with a low profile.

Just as he was about to speak, the guild leader beat him to it.

"Contact the First People's Hospital to see if there are any patients with skin disease who are willing to experiment. The more serious the better."

Since the president had spoken, Yang Hao could not say anything else.

With so many pairs of eyes looking at him, if he said that he did not need to test it out, it would make people suspicious of the relationship between Zhong Wentao and him.

Compared to when Zhong Wentao had entered the Chinese Medical Association, his vice president's reputation must not be harmed in the slightest.

Otherwise, all these years of cheating would have been useless.

The secretary promised to leave and contact Wang Zhanhai.

In less than ten minutes, a positive answer came. Wang Zhanhai happily agreed to it as he brought the patient from the voluntary test here.

The media was once again in an uproar. They were just about to broadcast the news live, but all of them wanted to obtain the news firsthand.

Zhong Wentao stood at the same place, holding the medicine in his hand, no matter who said it, he would not let it go.

He didn't trust any of the people here, including the president and the examiners.

He only believed in himself. When the patient arrived, he would naturally treat her.

20 minutes later, the hospital's ambulance brought Wang Zhanhai and a man wrapped in an airtight bag out. Everyone instinctively retreated, knowing that this man was a serious dermatological patient.

Everyone's actions deeply hurt the man's self-esteem.

"For everyone's sake, the skin disease is a serious and not contagious disease, so please respect the patients."

Zhong Wentao stood out and said coldly, he was extremely dissatisfied with the reactions of the people around him.

There are many patients who, despite their hope of cure, choose to close their statement hastily because of apathy.

"Thank you …"