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Pharmacological competitions were the simplest and most complicated of all competitions. The simplest was to prescribe medicine through the patient's symptoms, and to use the corresponding medicine to treat the patient's body. The most difficult part was that some symptoms could appear in many cases, and even the slightest mistake could cause the patient's death.

Moreover, Jiang Yuanyuan would not be present, and there was no one else with the same condition as her, so it had undoubtedly increased the difficulty of the competition. Even Zhong Wentao did not understand why Ximen Nuan would make such a competition, it was too surprising.

Sitting in his own seat, he waited for the match's bell to ring. All the competitors were present, and the scene was spectacular.

The process of the pharmacology competition was very simple. A woman stood on the stage and explained her situation, and the contestants wrote a prescription based on the information she gave. It could be used to simply and quickly restore a woman's health, not just in traditional Chinese medicine.

Traditional Chinese medicine just wrote the Chinese medicine formula while western medicine was just to create a variety of western medicine combinations. Their purpose was all to use the simplest and most harmless method to heal a woman's body.

Under this premise, the damage of traditional Chinese medicine would be even smaller. If the final result was a draw for western medicine, then it would be the victory of traditional Chinese medicine, and the toxicity of traditional Chinese medicine would be much less than western medicine.

In five minutes, he had finished writing and handed out the prescriptions. The thirty-eight judges read them one by one. With just this simple test, half of the contestants were eliminated.

The audience still did not understand what had happened as half of the contestants were led out of the arena by security guards. Immediately, there were empty seats.

Wilson's position beside Zhong Wentao was specially arranged so that Wilson could observe his habits and abilities in order to find and break his weakness.

"You are very powerful."

Wilson glanced at her, and praised her in Chinese.

Zhong Wentao only smiled, and did not speak further.

This Mr. Wilson would only remind him of Ito Hirobumi, he did not know if Wilson had any so-called infectious viruses, but Ito Hirobumi was not living a good life right now. After being isolated in the Dongwu Country, he was being drawn out and tested by many doctors everyday, turning him into a test subject.

If Wilson dared to attack him, he would probably end up like Ito Hirobumi.

"Your prescription is not bad, but in order to achieve quick results, many of the Western medicines have increased their doses, right?"

When Zhong Wentao suddenly asked this, he was shocked and his face paled.

It was just as Zhong Wentao had said, he gave the prescription just like that. Could it be that Zhong Wentao had seen it all?

Zhong Wentao didn't even need to answer because he knew that he had guessed right. This was the usual dose used in western medicine, in order to quickly see the cure to cure the poison, one would not care about the dosage of the western medicine. Usually, once a disease was cured, it would increase the probability of one becoming sick, and then, it would be treated with other medicines, forming a dead loop.

"You saw it?"

Wilson said with a cold face.

"I finished writing half a minute earlier than you. I only caught a glimpse of it."

Zhong Wentao's expression was calm, but to Wilson, it was an insult.

Half a minute earlier was obviously to show off!

Wilson was not convinced, and said coldly: "So what if you see it? Don't tell me you dare to say that my prescription was wrong?"

"Yes, yes, yes. But if you do that, you will damage the other organs of the patient and cause more damage. This is not a sign of medical ethics."

Zhong Wentao chided coldly.

Some patients would look for an easy way to eat Western medicine because they hate the bitter taste of Chinese medicine, but they didn't know that the dosage of Western medicine I was given would cause more problems. They believed in Western medicine, but how did Wilson, this kind of doctor, treat patients?

Increasing the dose would mean pushing the patient a step further on the road to death.

"This person only has a small amount of phlegm on his body. He only needs to prescribe some antidote and silver needles to cure himself. He doesn't even need to eat the medicine you gave him. You made her problem look serious, so this recipe isn't accurate enough."

"What?"

Wilson was shocked.

"This is impossible!"

Wilson would never admit it. His medical skills were renowned, no matter how difficult the illness was, how could he not see through such a simple pain?

This was the trap behind this question. If Zhong Wentao was the judge, he would definitely eliminate Wilson, but the judges were all Ximen Nuan's people. Only then would they ignore such food.

"Nothing is impossible."

Zhong Wentao said: "Use my prescriptions, with my Five Elements Needling Technique, in twenty minutes, you will be able to alleviate the symptoms of this patient, and then you will only need to apply the acupuncture for five minutes every day, sooner or later, a medicine, and it will be effective in a week. In order to ensure that the patient's condition does not repeat itself, drink for fifteen days before completely recovering."

"Is this true?"

The eyes of the patient on the stage lit up, and without care for any rules or regulations, he immediately ran over from the stage and pulled Zhong Wentao's arm, telling him to repeat the words just now.

Their conversation had been heard by the patient, and once she heard that she could get well in fifteen days, she was so excited that she forgot herself, and insisted on asking Zhong Wentao to treat her.

Zhong Wentao was a little hesitant, as if this was not according to the process of the competition.

Ximen Nuan frowned, he did not expect such a situation to occur, the patient personally came down to seek help, regardless of whether Zhong Wentao agreed or not, it would all become strange.

With so many doctors and this patient had chosen Zhong Wentao, was it not enough to prove Zhong Wentao's capabilities?

"Since the patient has requested it, Dr. Zhong, please allow us to open our eyes."

Ximen Nuan chuckled, and actually wanted Zhong Wentao to treat the patient.

Wilson's expression was a bit ugly, as if he was not trusted at all.

There was nothing wrong with his prescription. Why didn't this patient come to him for treatment?

With Ximen Nuan's words, Zhong Wentao didn't hesitate any longer and said to the patient with a smile: "Please sit down, I'll give you the acupuncture right now. I'll also have to trouble Young Master Xi Men Yu to send someone he can trust down to boil some medicine.

His words were a little ambiguous, and his intention was a little obvious, telling Ximen Nuan not to tamper with the medicine.

"Then quickly help me insert the needle."

As the patient spoke, he hurriedly sat down on a chair. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still unclear. He had phlegm stuck in his throat all year round, and couldn't swallow or spit it out. It was too uncomfortable.

Zhong Wentao took out a needle and rolled it, then took out a silver needle. From the thinnest to the thickest, the needle was placed at two places: the throat and the chest.

The patient was a woman, so acupuncture on the chest was necessary to expose the skin on the chest, but there were too many people here, making it difficult for a woman to reveal too much skin. Looking around, he felt that it was impossible to get those people to leave, and thus found it difficult to make a move.

"What? You don't dare?"

Wilson sneered, and knew that it was Zhong Wentao bragging.

"It's not that I don't dare, it's because you guys are so big. Staring at a woman's chest, I can't do the acupuncture."

Coughing a little, these words made Wilson's old face turn red.

She looked at Ximen Nuan awkwardly, wanting to hear his opinion.

After thinking for a moment, Ximen Nuan opened his mouth and said: "This lady here, these people are all doctors, you do not have to be embarrassed in front of them. They will cure your illness, and the reason why they will stand by the side to watch is to supervise.

Start with the patient, as long as the patient agrees.

"See, it's fine!"

The patient's reply was very straightforward. Zhong Wentao looked around in his heart, wondering where Ximen Nuan had found such a straightforward woman. He was a man, but he couldn't accept so many people looking at his chest.

Shaking his head, he threw out the strange idea and started to accurately pin the patient with a needle.

Without the help of spiritual energy, he could only rely on the precise location of the acupuncture point to stimulate the acupuncture point, allowing the effect to increase obviously. The Five Elements Needling Technique did not rely on true energy, and was also considered to be at the peak of acupuncture.

Not long after, the patient felt an itch in her throat. She coughed a few times to clear her throat. This feeling hadn't faded yet. She wanted to reach into her throat to scratch it so that she could resolve this uncomfortable feeling … The silver needle continued to descend towards her chest. A few minutes later, the patient felt that her chest wasn't as stuffy as before, but the feeling of having a foreign object in her throat became more distinct. She forced herself to endure, not wanting to lose her composure in front of so many people.

However, Zhong Wentao seemed to have done it on purpose, as he gently turned the silver needles that was stuck in his throat, making his throat itch even more.

"Cough!"

With a loud cough, a mouthful of thick phlegm flew toward Zhong Wentao's face. With a flash, the green and yellow phlegm landed on the doctor's white clothes behind him. It followed the fine cloth and slowly fell onto the ground, leaving a yellow stain on the white clothes.

"Ugh …"

"This is too disgusting …" "Ugh …"

Zhong Wentao closed his eyes and reminded himself to be calm, to treat every patient calmly, and to try his best not to think about the matter regarding the yellow phlegm.

The patient's old face was flushed red. He never expected himself to do such a thing. There was a silver needle on his neck, but he didn't dare to lower his head. He could only accept everyone's contemptuous gazes.

"Try to speak. Do you not have a peculiar sensation in your throat? Do you not want to cough?"

Zhong Wentao warned his softly. The patient tried to do as he was told, and it was indeed the case!

The illness that had been tormented for several months was cured just like that!

Zhong Wentao slowly pulled out the silver needle, sterilized it, and then used cotton to wipe the tiny beads of blood that flowed out from the place where the silver needle was pulled out. After wiping the blood droplets off, and since the medicine was ready, the patient drank it all without hesitation.

"Godly Doctor, you're really a Godly Doctor!"

"I've been sick for so long, and I've taken quite a few medicines. Only you, you're the only one who can cure all of them. You're too amazing."

"Where are you high? "In the future, I'll look for you to treat my patients. Take this money, it's my medical fee, you must take it …"

The patient was extremely excited. After spending so much money in vain, he finally found someone with true ability. Spending money wasn't a problem as long as he didn't suffer the consequences.