The people from the Zhao family in Jinling suddenly became a mess and surrounded Zhao Chengliang. They pinched the Renzhong and pressed the Neiguan acupoint. It took him a long time to open his eyes again.

Although he recovered his consciousness, Zhao Chengliang's energy fell to the bottom in a series of blows.

Looking at Zhao Yuan, he opened his mouth, and finally he sighed in a thousand words: "I lost, I was convinced. You are right, I am not as good as you. I have no shame to call you again as the title of Jinling Medicine King!"

With the help of his children and grandchildren, Zhao Chengliang stood up and said to Zhao Dezhu: "I am tired. Don't look for me for the matter in the clan in the future."

Zhao Dezhu's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to dissuade him and tried to stay, but Zhao Chengliang did not give him a chance to speak, so he left the training ground and left the manor.

At the same time, Li Heping and others surrounded Zhao Yuan and asked him verbally where he learned so many secret recipes that had not been spread.

Ma Guotao and other professors from Xihua Medical University did not come forward to join in the fun.

They all muttered in their hearts: "Zhao Yuan's teacher is a famous man who wants to be a witch doctor. That great god even has the "Huangdi Foreign Classic". It is not strange to collect these secret recipes. However, Zhao Yuan was young and was able to recite thousands of soup songs, which was quite amazing!"

Ma Guotao and others would never have thought that Zhao Yuan was not reciting it just now, but was reciting it directly in the soup song book! Not to mention a thousand songs, as long as he is willing and as long as he has enough time, he can recite them even if he is ten thousand songs or hundreds of thousands songs!

Fortunately, Zhao Yuan didn't do that, otherwise this pussy would have been too much.

Li Heping and others asked for a long time, but they did not get the answer from Zhao Yuan. However, they also guessed that this matter was mostly related to the man who wanted to be a witch doctor.

While admiring and sighing, someone suddenly remembered another question: "By the way, how many of the soup songs that Zhao Yuan recited just now have you remembered?"

"I only remember one." Someone said regretfully.

I never thought that his words attracted the envy, jealousy and hatred of several people.

"What? You actually remember one? It's so enviable! I was shocked just now, and I didn't remember one!"

"You remember one, what else are you dissatisfied with? We can't even remember one of us!"

"I just started to remember one, but as a result, Zhao Yuan memorized more and more, which led to me forgetting the soup song I remembered in Thousand Years."

It turns out that in the Chinese medicine community, there is an unwritten rule for this secret recipe that has not been circulated. If you analyze the drug combination through medicine, or like today, you hear others recite the soup song and remember that that is your ability, and you are destined to learn it. The owner of the prescription will not cause trouble for you, but if you go to ask others what the secret recipe looks like, you will be scolded!

The twenty-six famous medical experts on the training ground knew this rule, so they just talked about each other, and no one ran to ask Zhao Yuan to recite the soup song again.

Seeing these famous medical experts gathered together to discuss the soup romance, Zhao Yuan had to remind him with a wry smile: "Old Li, you should have the third round of competition, right?"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot about the serious matter." Li Heping raised his hand and slapped his forehead, and hurriedly stopped other famous medical experts: "Everyone stops first, it's not too late to wait until the medical competition is over. There is still a third round of acupuncture competition not being conducted."

After everyone was quiet, Li Heping announced: "The third round of acupuncture competition began!" He turned his head and asked Zhao Dezhu: "Who is the one you sent to fight this time?"

To be honest, losing two consecutive games has already made Zhao Dezhu lose confidence.

But in front of so many reporters and so many people in the medical community, he couldn't retreat, so he could only grit his teeth and answer: "It's my seventh uncle Zhao Chengwen..."

"Ouch!"

Before Zhao Dezhu finished speaking, he suddenly remembered with a scream.

Everyone turned their heads together and saw a middle-aged and elderly man in his fifties falling to the ground, with a chair that also fell down beside him.

Zhao Dezhu was shocked and hurriedly got up to meet him, asking with concern: "Uncle Qi, are you okay?"

It's really a coincidence that this person who fell to the ground was Zhao Chengwen who wanted to appear in the acupuncture competition.

At this moment, he looked painful and said in a trembling voice: "I'm afraid I'll sprain my hand, it hurts after moving a little. It seems that I can't compete with this kid for acupuncture!" Then he turned his head and shouted at the juniors of the tribe standing behind him, "Who pushed me just now? It's so inconsistent!"

The juniors in those tribes were so aggrieved that they were about to cry.

The tribe members sitting around Zhao Chengwen were full of contempt.

Others may not know what happened just now, but they can see clearly. Zhao Chengliang was not pushed down by someone, it was obvious that he fell down by himself!

Zhao Dezhu is also a smart person. From the expressions of his tribe members, he suddenly understood the truth of the matter. His seventh uncle was scared by Zhao Yuan. In order not to take part in the competition, he actually came up with such a self-harm trick!

That's right, it's just self-harm!

Zhao Dezhu's vision was not overwhelming. He could see at a glance that Zhao Chengwen's hand was really dislocated. Although it was not difficult to connect, it would definitely affect the performance of acupuncture.

In order to avoid the competition with Zhao Yuan, Zhao Chengwen really made a sacrifice!

Although he saw the lie, Zhao Dezhu couldn't expose it. There were so many outsiders here, and media reporters. If the truth was exposed, it would only make the Zhao family in Jinling even more embarrassing!

After glaring at Zhao Chengwen fiercely, Zhao Dezhu said, "Since Uncle Seven is injured, then go down and rest quickly."

"Okay, okay, okay." Zhao Chengwen didn't scream or scream in pain, and got up and ran away. His speed was as fast as participating in a 100-meter race. He disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the stunned people and Zhao Dezhu who was messy in the wind.

"My God\\your mother!" Zhao Dezhu swears in his heart: "You can't have some acting skills and walk slowly? Running so fast, how can you look like a patient? Isn't it obvious that you are afraid and dare not compete with Zhao Yuan, and escape by injury?"

After a brief silence, a laugh suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Next is the second and third...

In just a few seconds, sporadic laughter became a burst of laughter.

Only the Zhao family in Jinling couldn't laugh. They all looked extremely embarrassed and cursed Zhao Chengwen who had escaped in the battle.

Zhao Dezhu's fourth uncle Zhao Chengshan said with a serious look: "Lao Qi is so unfamiliar with family honor, he is simply a coward! After today's incident is over, I must criticize him severely!"

Zhao Dezhu nodded. Zhao Chengwen was an elder and it was difficult for him to teach him a lesson. It would be better for the fourth uncle to come forward.

He also said, "Uncle Fourth, otherwise you will be the one who will be in this competition..."

Another time, he was interrupted before he finished speaking.

Zhao Chengshan covered his abdomen with his hands, and his old face squeezed into a ball. While crying out the pain, he said, "I don't know if I ate the wrong thing at noon. My stomach hurts so much! No, no, I can't help it anymore, I have to go to the toilet!"

He also rushed down the training ground with great strides and ran away without a trace.

Zhao Dezhu's face turned blue and white.

A moment ago, weren’t you still just scolding Uncle Qi for being a coward? Why did you become a deserter like him in the blink of an eye? You are elders and famous doctors. Can you rely on some cleverness? Be more angry?

Taking a deep breath and suppressing his anger, Zhao Dezhu turned around and looked at his tribe members, wanting to select one from them to fight Zhao Yuan.

A scene he never expected appeared.

After he was seen by his eyes, each tribe lowered his head. This looked like a student who was asked by a teacher during class for fear of being named.
Chapter completed!