When Su Xier was growing up rapidly, in the Sunshine Manor under the Yangguo embassy in Longdu, more than a dozen Yangguo people were watching a video.
This is the process of Luo Shen and Nian Hua treating patients at Hongyan Hospital.
The people from Yangguo were watching the battle attentively while taking notes with pen and paper. They looked very serious and even took notes on the quarrel between Lin Qiuling and Lin Sangu.
They seem to want to digest all the essence of this video.
After half a day, the video ended, but the dozen or so Yangguo people were silent, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Her eyes were fixed as she looked at Lin Qiuling vomiting blood in the video.
"Tap...tap..." At this time, several more old men from the Yang Kingdom walked into the hall. One was wearing a kimono, his hair was combed straight, and he had a wooden sword on his waist.
He walked slowly in front of everyone, put his hands on the table, and glanced at a dozen men and women from the Yang Kingdom: "Everyone, these are the three contestants of the Hua Tuo Cup in China, and they are also our most difficult enemies."
"One is called Nianhua, one is called Bodhisattva, and one is called Luo Shen. Their strength ranks among the top four among this provincial championship."
"I have received the news that China is using them as a team to fight against us."
"In other words, if you win against them, you will win against China."
"You have watched their treatment process, now who can answer me, what are the chances of winning against them?"
This old man in kimono is Bei Tingchuan, who is also a gold medal doctor of the Blood Medicine Sect and a martial arts master.
His gaze was so sharp that more than a dozen men and women from the Yang Kingdom instinctively bowed their heads.
"No one answered?"
Bei Tingchuan's voice was very deep: "When you defeated the champion of the sixteen provinces a few days ago, you were not so downcast."
"I remember that you were all clamoring that there was no one in China, and that you could sweep the entire Huatuo Cup championship without Qianshan, Mu Xue and Qilang taking action."
"Why don't you even have the courage to stand up now?"
He was very angry: "You guys let me down so much."
More than a dozen Yangguo people stood up with a roar: "Mr. Beiting, I'm sorry, we are incompetent."
Beitingchuan roared: "I don't want to listen to this kind of nonsense. Let me ask you, what are your chances of winning against Nianhua and the others?"
"No chance of winning."
Sixteen men and women from the Yang Kingdom roared in unison: "We are no match for them, but we will still give it a go and fight. We would rather be in pieces than in ruins."
"Okay, very good, just know that skills are not as good as others."
Beitingchuan's expression softened a lot: "It doesn't matter whether you have a chance of winning or not. What's important is that you recognize the gap between yourself and yourself, so that you can make a comeback."
"Jun Beiting, they can't make a comeback."
At this moment, a deep and arrogant voice came down from upstairs: "Three of Luo Shen, the Tianjiao Group will never win no matter how they recognize the reality."
"The talent of the three people from Luoshen far exceeds that of the Prodigy Group. Moreover, they have not heard anything outside the window for more than ten years. They have devoted themselves to practicing medicine and have long since developed the exquisite mind with seven orifices."
"The Prodigy Group is no match at all."
"Only Qianshan, Muxue and I can defeat the three of Luo Shen by fighting."
"I think we shouldn't play too many tricks in this battle. Let's just fight Luo Shen and the others."
"Believe us, we will definitely win."
While talking, a bald Yangguo man walked up to the crowd with a man and a woman. It was Shichiro Yamamoto, Qianshan and Mu Xue.
After Yamamoto finished speaking, Mu Xue, who was wearing a white kimono, also echoed: "Judging from the diagnosis and treatment results and hand speed on the video, Nianhua and the other three have the ability to be gold medal doctors in the blood medicine sect."
"Although the Tianjiao Group is extremely outstanding and is several levels better than their peers, they are still at the peak level of a silver medal doctor."
She lightly opened her red lips: "They will definitely lose against the three Luo Shen people."
Qian Shan also had a cold voice: "Since we know that their strength is inferior to others, why bother letting them come on stage to embarrass themselves again?"
"Qilang, Qianshan, Muxue, I know your abilities and believe in your medical skills, but I feel a little uneasy if I can just let you go into battle."
"Don't be afraid of the worst, just be afraid of ten thousand. Once you three geniuses lose, there will be no one in the entire blood medicine sect who can buffer you."
Beitingchuan shook his head slightly: "Luoshen and the others will also pour down with the momentum of victory."
"So let's let the Tianjiao group take turns to fight. One is to consume Luo Shen's energy, and the other is to test their strength."
"After the Tianjiao Regiment battles with them, Luo Shen and his team's strength will probably be exposed."
"And by recharging your energy, you can not only challenge them in a targeted manner, but also catch them by surprise."
He reminded: "Neither China nor we can afford to lose this battle."
Yamamoto Shichiro shook his head slightly: "Beitingchuan, you are very impure."
"This battle is not only to clear away the shame of the Blood Medicine Sect, but also a national war that can only be won."
Beitingchuan gently waved his hand to signal everyone in the Prodigy Group to leave. He asked Yamamoto Shichiro and the others to take their seats: "And there are also many alliance purposes mixed in, so we have to act cautiously. As long as the final victory belongs to us, face is not important!
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There was a glimmer of light in his eyes: "If we don't hurt Longdu all over, what will we look like when we go back?"
"We don't understand these things, and we don't want to understand them. Too many distractions will affect our medical skills."
Yamamoto Shichiro looked at Beitingchuan with bright eyes: "Of course, we will also obey the arrangement and will not talk about anything that is impossible to win without force."
"But I'm still curious. I came here this time to avenge my shame and to take revenge on Ye Fan."
"But you didn't mention Ye Fan at all just now. Could it be that his injury won't heal for a while and he won't be able to go on stage to fight with us?"
Qianshan, Mu Xue also has a little more curiosity.
"In this battle, Ye Fan has nothing to worry about."
There was a hint of contempt on Bei Tingchuan's face: "Someone has already prepared Ye Fan's ending. Whether he plays or not will not affect the outcome at all."
He showed a strange smile: "Because if he really comes out to fight with you, I can make him lose with just one word."
Yamamoto Shichiro and the others frowned and looked at Beitingchuan. They didn't know where Beitingchuan got his confidence, but it didn't look like he was being fake.
"Ye Fan is already out, you don't need to consider dealing with him at all."
Bei Tingchuan did not decrypt it, and then looked at the screen: "I only have three headaches now: Luo Shen. How can I reduce their winning rate?"
"Jun Beiting, our translator Huang Taijun brought several women to see him."
At this moment, a Yang Kingdom guard ran over and reported respectfully: "They hope that the Blood Medicine Sect can save someone..." He pointed at Lin Qiuling on the screen: "To save this woman."
Bei Tingchuan was stunned for a moment, looked up at Lin Qiuling, and then laughed loudly: "I'm so sleepy that I gave you a pillow."
"Please, yes, no, I will go and greet you personally..." "China, this time it's completely over."
