Nine hundred and sixtieth chapters dead end needle
"Ah——" Yuan Qiu screamed and fell to the ground.
His cheeks were red and swollen, his hair was disheveled, and he looked miserable.
She looked angry, but she didn't dare to fight back. She just looked at Mrs. Zhao angrily.
Feng Changshan and the others were stunned when they saw this, as if they had never expected that Mrs. Zhao would slap Yuan Qiu in public.
These days, Mrs. Zhao is calm, elegant, and harmless to humans and animals, making people unable to feel the slightest bit of majesty and inadvertently ignoring her identity.
Now that she was showing off her power, Feng Changshan and the others felt suffocated. They didn't even dare to help Yuan Qiu, let alone refute Mrs. Zhao.
Their thoughts of speaking for the people of Yang State also disappeared.
Wang Qiaochu frowned slightly and subconsciously wanted to speak, but he remembered Zhonghai Jin Zhilin's slap and took a few deep breaths before remaining silent.
"Host, referee, I'm sorry for wasting your time."
After Mrs. Zhao intimidated Yuan Qiu and the others to speak to the Blood Medicine Sect, she turned around and bowed slightly to the referee panel: "You continue -" The referee panel and the others nodded, and then their heads came together to discuss.
Beitingchuan didn't get angry again, but just stared at Ye Fan, wishing to cut him into pieces.
He still hasn't figured out how Ye Fan captured Kurokawa Muxue.
He also had no evidence to prove Kurokawa Muxue's betrayal, but he knew that it was definitely Ye Fan who was responsible.
"In this round, patients were diagnosed and treated on the spot. Ye Fan scored one point and Kurokawa Muyuki scored zero points."
Ten minutes later, the host quickly received the instructions from the referee team, took the microphone and shouted on the spot: "Ye Fansheng."
"At this point, the Shenzhou Huatuo Cup and the Yangguo Blood Medicine Sect Competition has come to an end."
"After sixteen fierce competitions, the blood doctor sect was completely wiped out, and Ye Fan from China won in the end."
"According to the rules of the competition, the referee team announced that in the competition between the two countries, Ye Fan wins! China wins!"
The sound resounded throughout the entire venue, causing countless people to remain silent, and then Mr. Gong and the others cheered.
Everyone was ecstatic.
Tang Ruoxue and Tang Qiqi were also very happy.
This not only means that China has won, but also shows that the Hua Tuo Cup is more valuable than the Blood Medicine Sect, and its recognition in the international community has reached a higher level.
"I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced!"
The Blood Medicine Sect was filled with grief and anger: "Shady story, shady story."
"I won the victory in an honest and fair manner, how can you, the devils and ghosts, refuse to accept my victory?"
Ye Fan walked up to the high platform again to receive the golden championship badge, and then glanced at the dozens of blood medicine disciples without comment.
"This competition was witnessed by three major international medical associations, and the process was absolutely fair, just and open."
The host also issued a warning to the blood medicine community: "If the blood medicine community has no evidence to slander us, we will ban the blood medicine community globally."
The disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect shut up immediately, then changed their words and yelled at Ye Fan: "Shameless, shameless, you can't win without force."
Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, not caring, and waved his golden badge to demonstrate.
"Ye Fan, I don't accept it. I want to make a bet with you. I want to challenge you as the champion."
Bei Tingchuan suddenly pushed away several guards, roared and ran up to the high platform, and said fiercely to Ye Fan: "With this patient, with this condition, if I can't defeat you, I will commit suicide by caesarean section on the spot."
"If you lose, I don't want your championship badge, and I won't change the outcome of the competition between the two countries. I just want you to say that you are not as good as me!"
"Ye Fan, do you dare to fight?"
The battle between the Huatuo Cup and the Blood Medicine Sect has been settled. Beitingchuan is powerless to change the championship, and he dare not 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?"
Hearing this, Mr. Gong stood up first and shouted at Beitingchuan: "Ye Fan 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 the Eighth Route Army 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 hot breath: "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 for 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 even one shot, your championship status is too low, and it 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.
"Honestly, 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 fists, then took out his mobile phone and threw it on the table: "Everything you want is in it. If I lose, you 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 the stage 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."
Bei Tingchuan 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 saying that, he sterilized the silver needle in alcohol, then approached Lin Qiuling and inserted it into her lungs
Prick nearby.
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 finally made the final 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?"
With just one glance, Beitingchuan's body trembled, with a look of despair...
