"Everyone, I have something to say!"

Just when everyone thought the show was about to come to an end, Yan Hao suddenly raised his arms and called out, arousing everyone's interest. They all looked at him, waiting for what he would say next.

Yan Hao's eyes flashed with a look of deep resentment, and he said calmly: "I dare not question the rulings of the seniors, but I cannot conclude that Xiao Yan really has spontaneous subarachnoid syndrome without a diagnosis.

Caval hemorrhage, right? What’s more, even if it’s spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, it’s a bit premature to judge him as the winner before the competition is over, right?”

When everyone heard this, they thought, yes, let alone whether Ding Ning's diagnosis was correct. Even if it was correct, there was no way he could win until he cured Xiao Yan.

It is human nature to love liveliness. Although Yan Hao is not liked by others, what he said is reasonable and reasonable, and people can't find anything wrong with him.

Dean Jiang and others also nodded slightly. Originally, they planned to see Ding Ning's true level. What Yan Hao said was reasonable. He immediately nodded and said: "No one has judged him to win. The game is not over yet. Let's continue now."

"Now I think we should confirm Xiao Yan's condition first."

Yan Hao once again resumed his aggressive attitude, and the implication behind his words was that he still didn't trust the five referees.

Although the five referees were annoyed, this was a normal request. If they firmly opposed it, it would look like they were having trouble.

Dean Jiang raised his eyebrows and said with a sarcastic tone: "I don't know how you want to make a diagnosis? Do you have to have King Yan Zhen make a diagnosis himself to confirm it?"

"It's okay to let my grandpa take action. I believe grandpa can definitely give everyone a fair explanation."

Yan Hao said not to be outdone, causing the onlookers to be in an uproar. Everyone had just seen the character of these two men. What a joke to ask Yan Xun to come out and diagnose.

However, Yan Xun was very thick-skinned. He stood up and bowed with his fists in his hands: "Since everyone trusts me so much, I will confirm it myself to see if this little miracle doctor's diagnosis is wrong."

"Yan Xun, you are still so shameless. You have been diagnosed with spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, and you don't need to embarrass yourself."

A strange voice sounded, and a skinny old man walked out of the crowd surrounded by a dozen or so distinguished old men.

"Oh my God, it's Mr. Jiang. It's Mr. Jiang who is here in person."

"Mr. Jiang, which Mr. Jiang?"

"Who else could it be? The Taishan Beidou Nanhu Beijian in the world of traditional Chinese medicine. Of course it is the Jianglao known as the Northern Jiang."

"Oh my god, Mr. Song, Mr. Chen, Mr. Sun, Mr. Li... Why are all these masters of Chinese medicine here?"

"This is simply a grand event in the medical field. They are all national doctors from the National Health Service. Why are they so concerned about the competition between two young people?"

"Didn't Mr. Jiang retire from the National Health Care Group? Why are you here with the Chinese doctors again?"

"So what if he retires? With medical skills like his, the country will definitely re-employ him."

"If you don't know, don't lie. The reason why Mr. Jiang is in Yanjing is because the country is preparing to establish a Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and is planning to appoint Mr. Jiang as the president of the Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"I see, I mean, Mr. Jiang retired a long time ago, how could he suddenly appear here?"

"It's a good thing. This is a sign that our traditional Chinese medicine is about to revive."

…

Everyone was in an uproar, excitedly looking at these leading figures in the field of Chinese medicine, with stars in their eyes as if they were seeing idols.

"I've met Mr. Jiang."

Yan Xun's face fell. Although he was ridiculed by Mr. Jiang, he did not dare to be disrespectful. This was a fierce man who even dared to criticize the No. 1 leader.

If he were to hold a grudge against him, he would never want to live a good life for the rest of his life, and his fate would be like that of Mr. Hu who would avoid him whenever he saw him.

"Mr. Jiang, why are you here?"

The five referees all came to greet him one after another. Even though they were not much different in age, they all greeted Mr. Jiang as his disciple.

More than 50% of the moderately famous Chinese medicine practitioners in the country are either Mr. Hu's disciples or Mr. Jiang's disciples and grandsons. The prestige of the two in the field of traditional Chinese medicine can be seen to be average.

Ding Ning had never met Mr. Jiang, but he had admired his name for a long time. He also knew that he and Mr. Hu had always been at odds. He secretly wondered what he wanted to do by coming here with all his troops. But when he saw him angrily attacking Yan Xun, he couldn't help but feel jealous of him.

Good impression.

"These bastards don't believe in Doctor Ding's medical skills. I'll take them to see the world with their own eyes."

Mr. Jiang said carelessly, causing a group of Chinese doctors beside him to blush, secretly complaining that the master (grandmaster) spoke openly and too directly.

Ding Ning's expression was extremely strange. Didn't Mr. Jiang have a disagreement with Mr. Hu? How could he admire him so much?

Dean Jiang said happily: "That's great. With Mr. Jiang as the referee himself, this competition will be even more exciting."

"Hahaha, okay, then I will do my part. It's a pity that this old guy Hu Xinning didn't come, otherwise I would be jealous of him."

Mr. Jiang shook his head with regret, and everyone immediately smiled. No one knew that he and Mr. Hu were old enemies.

"The boy has met Mr. Jiang."

Ding Ning stepped forward and bowed with clasped fists in accordance with etiquette.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang jumped to the side like a nimble ape: "I can't do it, I can't do it, my old bones can't bear the gift of Doctor Ding."

Ding Ning looked stunned, not knowing whether Mr. Jiang was mocking him or telling the truth.

Everyone was dumbfounded and joked that Taishan Beidou, who is at the top of the Chinese medicine world, said he couldn't stand Ding Ning's gift. This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

However, Yan Hao looked happy. It seemed that Ding Ning was not favored by Mr. Jiang at all. He was deliberately flattering him. He quickly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Yan Hao has met Mr. Jiang."

Yan Xun also agreed, with a look of pride on his lips. It was normal for Mr. Jiang to criticize him, because he had such a weird temper. If he didn't criticize others for a day, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

But Ding Ning is young, yet Mr. Jiang praises him so much. It seems that he must have a lot of prejudice against him. Next, this boy will definitely be in trouble.

"Are you Yan Hao? As expected..."

Mr. Jiang tilted his head towards Yan Hao and prolonged his voice, making Yan Hao full of expectation and smiling as he waited for Mr. Jiang's praise.

"As expected, the mud can't support the wall, and it smells terrible."

Mr. Jiang wrinkled his nose exaggeratedly, and stretched out his hand to pretend to slap Yan Hao, as if Yan Hao was a piece of smelly dog ​​shit.

He turned around and ignored him and walked up to the podium, leaving Yan Hao frozen in place, his face burning hot, his fists tightly clenched, veins popping out of his forehead, and a look of resentment flashing in his eyes.

The corner of Yan Xun's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that Mr. Jiang would not give him face. After scolding him, he would scold his grandson.

Too much.

Seeing that the Yan family's grandfather and grandson were exhausted, Ding Ning suddenly felt happy. This Mr. Jiang really has a personality.

Mr. Jiang and others went up to the rostrum and began to examine Xiao Yan without stopping for a moment.

Although Xiao Yan didn't know Mr. Jiang, the several Chinese doctors she had met surrounded him like a younger brother. Knowing that this must be a big figure in the field of Chinese medicine, they cooperated very well and allowed them to conduct examinations.

I was secretly excited thinking that even if Ding Ning couldn't cure her, there were so many Chinese doctors here, so her illness would definitely be cured.

As time passed, more than a dozen Chinese doctors checked Xiao Yan's pulse one by one. Their faces became extremely solemn, and they gathered together to discuss something in a low voice.

The scene fell into deathly silence, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the podium, waiting for them to announce the results.

Perhaps because he was worried that Yan Xun would be dissatisfied with the diagnosis results, Mr. Jiang specially called him to diagnose Xiao Yan.

Seeing their solemn expressions, Xiao Yan became inexplicably nervous again, frowning and looking at them expectantly.

After Yan Xun made the diagnosis, he nodded affirmatively, but his face turned very ugly.

Because he made a targeted diagnosis on the basis of Ding Ning's conclusion of spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, he judged from some subtle symptoms that Xiao Yan had indeed suffered from spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage.

What does this mean? It means that Ding Ning's medical skills are by no means as simple as he thought before. If he had directly treated Xiao Yan without his previous diagnosis results, he would not have been able to find out the cause of the disease.

However, this is normal. After all, spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage is an extremely difficult disease to diagnose in the medical field. Even with Western medicine, patients can only undergo CT or brain MRI after the onset of the disease or even complications.

, cerebrospinal fluid examination and other methods can be diagnosed after comprehensive examination.

While Xiao Yan was not sick yet, Ding Ning came to the conclusion that she suffered from spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage based on some subtle symptoms, which showed her extraordinary medical skills.

Yan Xun remained calm on the surface, but he sighed secretly in his heart. He could see everything at a glance. Even he admired Ding Ning's medical skills. Yan Hao dared to challenge him without knowing the heights of the sky. He was simply asking for humiliation.

It's no wonder that Mr. Jiang suddenly appeared here. I'm afraid he took a fancy to Ding Ning's potential and wanted to accept him as his disciple.

However, there is no turning back now. The relationship between the Yan family and Ding Ning has reached the point of incompatibility, and he cannot just watch his grandson Yan Hao's reputation be ruined like this.

So what if the patient Ding Ning selected was indeed better than Yan Hao? Xiao Yan's spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage was caused by arteriovenous malformation, which is not easy to cure. It is still unclear who will win.

Thinking of this, Yan Xun cheered up again. Even he couldn't cure spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, so he didn't believe that Ding Ning could cure it.

As long as Ding Ning can't be cured, Yan Hao can still win the final victory.

After diagnosis by all the masters of traditional Chinese medicine present, it was announced in public that Ding Ning won the first stage of this round.

Although many people present did not know what kind of disease spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage was, just hearing the name made it seem very high-end, and it was obviously much more serious than latent filariasis, so they had no objections to this result.

Yan Hao's face was as gloomy as water, but after Yan Xun's quiet reminder, he quickly cheered up again. Yes, you have to be able to cure the problem if you can see it. The one who laughs at the end is the winner.

Not only Yan Xun realized this, but Mr. Jiang and others also considered this. However, except for Mr. Jiang and a few people who had confidence in Ding Ning, no one else was optimistic about Ding Ning.

"Now we move on to the next step, treating patients on site."

Mr. Jiang did not compete for President Jiang's position as the referee, and President Jiang still made the announcement.

The reporter's flashbulb flashed again, and Yan Hao appeared on stage with his head held high and his chest high, walking vigorously towards the patient.

Ding Ning was not in a hurry and asked Yan Hao to come first. He wanted to see the magic of the famous Yangui Seven Needles.

It has to be said that Yan Hao is respected as the Little Needle King at a young age, and he does have two skills. Although Yan Gui's Seven Needles has not yet reached the pinnacle, it can be regarded as a proficient one.
Chapter completed!