Zhao Yuanlang said in a voice: "My courage to challenge the Zhao family in Jinling comes from my desire to prove my innocence! I had already made it clear when I issued a challenge. Since the Zhao family in Jinling slandered me as impersonating them, I will compete with them to let everyone see my strength and whether there is any need to impersonate them!"

"As for whether I challenge the Zhao family in Jinling, whether I overestimate myself or be arrogant, it is a bit too early to make a conclusion. After the medical skills competition is over and the winner is decided, you can see if I overestimate myself and be arrogant!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuan's eyes fell on the fat reporter and continued: "This reporter is right. The Zhao family in Jinling, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, has indeed made contributions to the history of medical development. But those contributions were made by the ancestors of the Zhao family in Jinling and have nothing to do with their generation. We cannot tolerate them making mistakes and not prosecute them just because their ancestors made contributions, right?"

The fat reporter collected the money and promised to make things difficult for Zhao Yuan today. He obviously did not want to let him go so easily, and wanted to ask questions again. However, before he could say anything, Zhao Yuan waved his hand and said first: "Okay, the interview ends here. If you have anything else to ask, I will answer one by one after the medical skills competition is over, and try to satisfy you."

After saying that, Zhao Yuan squeezed out of the crowd under the escort of Liu Zhu and others and walked towards the manor gate.

"No, you have to answer a few more questions..." The fat reporter was anxious, but before he finished speaking, he let out a shrill scream.

The reporters around him didn't know what was wrong with him, so they quickly retreated.

The fat reporter fell to the ground, covering his feet, looking extremely painful.

He didn't know what was going on, but suddenly a piercing pain came from his feet, as if he was bitten hard by some beast. He couldn't even stand up.

The fat reporter subconsciously blamed Zhao Yuan for his own experience: "What did you do to me?"

Zhao Yuan turned around and looked at him and said coldly: "Why, I want to mess with the car? Please be more professional, okay, I have never touched you from beginning to end, and there are several people between you, what can I do to you? What benefits did the Zhao family in Jinling give you, so that you can go against me everywhere, and even use this method to splash me dirty water?"

A hurriedly panic flashed in the fat reporter's eyes, and he hurriedly denied: "I didn't mess with the car, nor did I take advantage of it..."

Zhao Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he turned around and left.

The other reporters next to him shook their heads when they saw him like this and couldn't see it.

"Okay, stop pretending, get up quickly, you're so useless."

"I don't have any acting skills at all, and I'm so embarrassed to mess with it. Isn't this embarrassing?"

"You won't really collect money from the Zhao family in Jinling, are you? Otherwise, why would you do such a thing that is dependent on others?"

The fat reporter became more and more panicked. He could do things like accepting benefits, but if it was exposed and known to the public, he would not be able to stay in this industry anymore.

He hurriedly said, "I didn't mess with it. My feet really hurt. I'm really injured."

While saying that, he lifted up his pants, and saw two rows of teeth stamped on his ankles. He immediately shouted, "Look, look, I have a wound!"

"Wound? Where?" Several reporters next to him came over.

A strange scene appeared.

The two rows of tooth marks that were clearly visible on the fat reporter's ankle actually disappeared bizarrely!

The reporters who came over did not see its existence.

"Where are any wounds? Are you teasing us?"

"Okay, don't pay attention to him, this fat man must have a problem!"

"It's because I've collected money, and I'm deliberately making things difficult for others here. Alas... the shame of the industry!"

The reporters were talking and looked at the fat reporter with contempt, no longer paying attention to him, and chased Zhao Yuan and others and walked into the manor.

The fat reporter touched his ankle with his hands, his face full of astonishment and disbelief: "Where is the wound? Why did it suddenly disappear? This... what's going on?"

At the same time, the white cat hidden in the crowd quickly shuttled back to Zhao Yuan, jumped to his shoulder.

Zhao Yuan and the others walked to the gate of the manor. Only then did the Zhao family in Jinling make a 'please' gesture, but their tone was not polite at all. They said coldly: "The patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time, let's follow us."

The people from the Zhao family in Jinling know very well that Zhao Yuan and the others are here to "kick the house" today, so it would be strange if they could give a good look! If there weren't so many reporters here, they would probably not even bother to make the "please" gesture.

Zhao Yuan smiled. These people are just small people and are worthy of being angry. Besides, the more rude the Zhao family in Jinling is, the stronger his fighting spirit is, and the more he wants to win the other party!

Under the leadership of the Zhao family in Jinling, Zhao Yuan and his group, as well as hundreds of reporters, walked through the beautiful garden and came to a training ground.

This place is usually a place where the Zhao family in Jinling practices martial arts. Because the space is large enough, it is used as a venue for medical skills and competitions.

At this moment, there were a long row of people sitting in the training ground. In addition to the people sitting, there were more people standing behind them.

Professors such as Ma Guotao, Qiu Haogu were shocked when they saw the people sitting on the training ground.

Because without exception, these people are all people with high reputation and status in the traditional Chinese medicine community.

"Isn't that Academician Li Heping of the Chinese Academy of Sciences? Why did he come too?"

"John Qiao Zhixue from Beijing Medical University is here too!"

"My God, that's not Professor Tu who won the Nobel Prize. I didn't expect that she was here too!"

After a brief surprise, Ma Guotao, Qiu Haogu and others understood that these experts and professors should be here to be notaries and referees for this medical competition.

Ma Guotao and the others still believe in the character of these people. Even if the Zhao family in Jinling wants to bribe them, they cannot bribe these people!

Yang Jingbo stood beside Zhao Yuan and whispered to him the people present.

Zhao Yuan was a little surprised: "I didn't expect that the Zhao family in Jinling actually invited these famous people from the traditional Chinese medicine industry to be notaries and referees. I thought they would do anything about it, but I didn't expect that they were still quite open and honest."

How could he know that Zhao Dezhu was having trouble at this moment.

Because these people were not invited by him.

Zhao Dezhu originally invited to be notaries and referees, all experts and professors who had some relationship with them in private. Those people were more or less biased towards them during the medical competition.

But early this morning, Li Heping and Qiao Zhixue and other people came uninvited, completely disrupting his plan.

Li Heping and others were much higher than those he had invited before, both the reputation and status of the people he had invited. The notary and referee who had medical skills had to be given to them. No one could think of having bias or something.

However, what makes Zhao Dezhu wonder the most is why these top medical scientists in China come to pay attention to this medical skills competition?
Chapter completed!