The battle between the Hua Tuo Cup and the Blood Medicine Sect has been settled. Beitingchuan is powerless and can no longer influence the championship to change hands, nor dare to challenge the three major international medical associations.

He could only use his life sword to challenge Ye Fan.

As long as he defeats Ye Fan, Beitingchuan can save his face and maintain the reputation of the Blood Medicine School.

In this way, the world will only say that the younger generation is not as good as Ye Fan, but not that the entire blood medicine sect is not as good as Ye Fan.

"Beitingchuan, do you want to be shameless?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Gong stood up first and shouted towards Beitingchuan:

"Evan is injured and has no strength to walk. If you challenge him now, aren't you taking advantage of others' danger to bully them?"

"Besides, this is a competition ground, not a stage of life and death. Are you betting on your life to force Mark to become a murderer?"

"And there is no need for Mark to compete with you."

"He's already a champion."

He could also see that Bei Tingchuan was desperate, and quickly reminded Ye Fan not to compete with him. The championship in the competition was enough for Ye Fan to become famous, so there was no need to show off at this time.

Mrs. Zhao also chuckled: "Ye Fan, the future is bright."

She knew that Ye Fan had a grudge against Beitingchuan, and she was also worried that Ye Fan would become a beauty again.

"When you instigated Cao Zhiba Lang to attack and kill Song Hongyan, you were already on my death list."

Ye Fan looked at the murderous Beitingchuan and smiled: "It's just as Mr. Gong and the others said, I don't have to accept your challenge."

"I've already won the championship."

"As the leader of the team to challenge China, you have so many chips in your hands. Not only did you not win the game, but you also did not kill me. How will you explain to the Blood Doctor Sect when you go back?"

"If my estimate is correct, the best outcome for you is to commit suicide by caesarean section and die with dignity."

He stared at Beitingchuan calmly: "You are going to die soon, why should I be in a hurry?"

"you--"

Beitingchuan didn't expect Ye Fan to see so clearly, and then he blew out another breath of hot air:

"If you beat me, you will become famous."

"I only give out one injection. If the patient's condition cannot be improved by 90%, I will immediately commit suicide by caesarean section."

"Ye Fan, you can't even gamble with one shot, right?"

"Or do you think that the 90% effect of my injection will make China's medical skills look like child's play?"

He was aggressive and provoked Ye Fan: "If you don't even dare to challenge for a single shot, the gold content of your championship is too low, and it also makes people more suspicious that you used illegal means to win."

Having said this, he glanced at Kurokawa Muyuki, who was sitting behind the auditorium.

"To be honest, I really don't believe you can make the patient better with just one injection. I even think you can make the patient's life worse than death."

Ye Fan glanced at Lin Qiuling and smiled lightly: "It's just that you don't have much gambling capital, so I don't want to bet this round with you."

Bei Tingchuan's eyes bulged and he shouted: "What gambling money do you want?"

"In this way, if you can't make the patient better with one injection, you can tell me how you bribed Lin Qiuling, how you poisoned Nianhua and the others, and all your allies in China."

Ye Fan took a step forward and spoke to Beitingchuan's ear: "If you are willing to swear a poisonous oath on your Majesty's behalf and tell me these things frankly, I will make a bet with you."

Beitingchuan was breathing heavily and stared at Ye Fan with hatred in his eyes. He thought Ye Fan wanted money or his life, but he didn't expect that it was a conspiracy against them.

Seeing Bei Tingchuan's hesitation, Ye Fan smiled lightly: "If you don't want to, forget it. I'm leaving. I'm waiting to celebrate at home."

"Okay, I'll bet."

Bei Tingchuan couldn't stop clenching his fist, then took out his cell phone and threw it on the table:

"Everything you want is inside. If I lose, just take it away."

As for the consequences, he didn't bother to think about it, because if he lost this round, he would definitely die.

Ye Fan was noncommittal: "You said yes?"

Bei Tingchuan said fiercely: "I can swear that if I deceive you, your Majesty's family will suffer a terrible death."

"Okay, it's settled."

Ye Fan turned around and shouted to the audience: "Just now, I reached a betting agreement with Mr. Beiting."

"He improved the patient's condition by 90% with just one injection."

"When I reach this level, I will admit defeat and declare that I am not as good as him."

"If he loses, he gives me this phone."

"Please host and the referee team leave ten minutes later and help us witness this scene again. Ye Fan will thank you deeply afterwards."

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was about to leave cheered again.

Today's incident made them feel extremely excited, and now there was a game of gambling, which aroused a lot of interest.

The referee team and the host were also curious, so they all agreed to do another notarization.

"That's right, I only gave one injection and the patient was 90% better."

Beitingchuan picked up a silver needle and shouted confidently:

"I want to show you the real medical skills of the Blood Medicine Sect."

"How magical and powerful it is."

"The medical skills of the Blood Medicine Sect cannot be belittled by small tricks or a competition."

"The judging panel, the host, the disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect, and the Chinese audience, the time has come for you to witness the miracle..."

After he finished speaking, he sterilized the silver needle in alcohol, then approached Lin Qiuling and stabbed it near her lungs.

He cured 80% of Lin Qiuling's lung disease, but it was also he who wasted his time that caused complications, and it was he who spent a lot of manpower and financial resources to turn her into a competition patient.

Bei Tingchuan is confident that one shot can resolve Lin Qiuling's predicament.

A few days ago, he had accumulated medicine in Lin Qiuling's lungs. As long as the silver needle drops and stimulates it, Lin Qiuling will get better quickly.

This was also the biggest reason why he was angry at Kurokawa Muyuki for admitting defeat.

He arranged everything and made the last move, but Kurokawa Muxue didn't give up. How could Beitingchuan not be angry?

Just when his silver needle had just pierced Lin Qiuling's lungs, he saw from the corner of his eye that Ye Fan stabbed Lin Qiuling's head.

"What? A desperate needle?"
Chapter completed!