Chen Fei nodded and said, "I roughly understand. Because of the contradictions in the traditional Chinese medicine school in history, the witch doctor clinic has always disagreed to join the association."

"That's it!" Du Cang nodded.

Chen Fei asked again: "What's going on with the medical competition you mentioned - gambling?"

"That's right!" Du Cang explained, "I went to the witch doctor's clinic several times to explain to them the benefits of joining the association and the prospects for the development of traditional Chinese medicine. He also promised that on behalf of the classics, we will apologize and compensate the innocent witch doctor's staff who were implicated in that year."

"I was a little moved by Wu Yinan, the current owner of the Witch Medical Center, and I also knew that the current trend is cooperative development. But he could not convince the older generation."

"So, he took a win and made a competition, saying that as long as our Jingfang Sect's younger generation of doctors under the age of 30 can defeat their witch clinic in medical skills, he would agree to join the United Association. If it fails, the Jingfang Sect will need to take out resources worth 5 million and lose to the witch clinic. The deadline is one week, and within one week, the challenge competition can be held without restrictions."

"I was very happy to see that there was hope and immediately agreed to the game. And I played a game on the spot. As a result, the opponent's medical skills exceeded my expectations. I lost the first game."

"At that time, I thought I was not ready, so I came back and collected the other party's information and prepared again. I went to challenge again two days later, but in the end, I still lost, and I lost worse than last time."

"I also told him the news on my grandfather's side. He was also looking for a suitable young doctor and let them come over to compete. But the time was too short. When my grandfather found a suitable person, he might not be able to come to the competition."

"Besides, losing two losses, losing 10 million worth of resources. There are also some bad voices within the association. In terms of time, tomorrow is the last day. So——"

Hearing this, Chen Fei fully understood what was going on, "So, you want me to send me to a medical competition with the witch doctor tomorrow on behalf of the Jingfang to win them and let the witch doctor join the association."

"Yes, that's it." Du Cang nodded, then looked at Chen Fei with anticipation, "Brother Fei, you--"

Chen Fei smiled and nodded and said, "I agreed. Traditional Chinese medicine merges and win-win cooperation. This is a good thing for the entire industry, so I naturally need to support it."

"Thank you so much, Brother Fei, I, I—" Du Cang was a little excited.

Chen Fei patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "With me and you, why are you polite? Have a good rest. Tomorrow, we will go to the witch clinic to compete together."

"Yeah!" Du Cang nodded excitedly, thanked again, and went back to the room to rest.

The next morning, after breakfast, Chen Fei, Du Cang, Wei Tian, ​​Huang Wei said, and then prepared to go out.

Because Wei Tian was busy with martial arts competitions, he naturally couldn't go there, so he went to the martial arts hall to train.

Fatty Huang, after sleeping for a night, got up today and was still unwilling to give up on Fang Qingxi. He ran to Sichuan University again, wanting to try again to see if Fang Qingxi could not be signed.

At 9:30 in the morning, Chen Fei and Du Cang came to the Witch Doctor's Clinic.

The Witch Medical Center is located on the bustling Second Ring Road in Rongcheng. Before it was approached, the team more than 100 meters long at the entrance demonstrated the Witch Medical Center's status in the traditional Chinese medicine community in Rongcheng and even the entire Sichuan Province.

The two passed the team and came to the entrance of the witch doctor hall.

Chen Fei saw the clinic's quite ostentatious but distinctive decoration at a glance, and the clinic staff wearing black robe standing at the door to maintain order.

Seeing the two of them coming, the clinic staff stopped him, "If you want to see a doctor, line up behind you."

Du Cang said: "I am not a doctor, I am here to compete in your witch clinic. By the way, my name is Du Cang."

The staff obviously had heard this name, and his expression changed immediately and he hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll go in and report it first."

The people queuing at the door immediately started to talk about the word "match". Obviously, many people have heard of the two previous games.

"Here we come again, this guy has lost twice, come again, are you shameless?"

"I heard that it was from the capital and wanted to subdue the witch doctor. As a result, the owner sent someone to slap in the face."

"Ha, those guys in the capital are very arrogant, claiming to be orthodox Chinese medicine, and look down on our witch doctors. I want to say that the witch doctors' medical skills are much more powerful than them."

"If you ignore this kind of braised candy, it's a waste of time."

"Then you're wrong. There are bets on the game, five million at a time. The first two times, this guy had already lost 10 million. I think it's too late to give money to the witch doctor's clinic."

"Ten million, beloved, is this guy so rich?"

………

Amid the discussion, a staff member quickly came out, "Our owner said, you can come in."

After saying that, the other party turned his head and greeted the people in the queue, and was not very polite to the two of them.

Du Cang didn't care about this, so he raised his legs and walked into the clinic. Through the lobby and came to a room behind, Chen Fei saw several men in black robes sitting on the wooden chair opposite him at a glance.

Among them, sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. He was burly, with a national face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and quite grand.

Du Cang whispered to Chen Fei, "The one in the middle is Wu Yinan, the current owner of the witch doctor's clinic. The old men on the left are the attending doctors of the witch doctor's clinic and the elders of Wu Yinan. The young men on the right are disciples of the younger generation of the witch doctor's sect. The tall and thin one is the most powerful, named Yang Heng. I lost to him both times."

Following Du Cang's words, Chen Fei looked at the tall and thin man.

Yang Heng looked about twenty-eight or nine years old, with a thin and tall figure, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which contained obvious arrogance. His right finger tapped on the armrest of the wooden chair, his eyes flashed over Du Cang, and he looked at Chen Fei beside him.

"Master of the Witch Pavilion, Hello, seniors and colleagues!" Du Cang bowed to everyone and greeted them.

Wu Yinan nodded slightly, "Little Du is here again!"

The elders on the left obviously had no good feelings for Du Cang. They snorted coldly and turned their heads one by one, not wanting to see Du Cang at all.

The young men on the right looked over with pride and lustful faces. Especially the tall and thin Yang Heng, laughed without hesitation, "Doctor Du is here again. This time, is he here to send money to our witch doctor hall?"
Chapter completed!