His cheeks were swollen and his head was scattered, and he looked very miserable.
She looked angry, but she didn't dare to fight back, but just looked at Mrs. Zhao angrily.
Feng Changshan and the others were stunned when they saw this, and they seemed to have never expected that Mrs. Zhao slapped Yuan Qiu in public.
These days, Mrs. Zhao is calm and elegant, and is harmless, making people feel no majesty, and makes people inadvertently ignore her identity.
Now that she was so powerful that Feng Changshan and the others felt suffocated. Not to mention refuting Mrs. Zhao, they wouldn't even dare to support Yuan Qiu.
Their thoughts of speaking for the people of Yang Guo were also heavy.
Wang Qiaochu frowned slightly, subconsciously wanted to speak, but remembered Zhonghai Jin Zhilin's slap, took a few deep breaths and continued to remain silent.
"Host, referee team, sorry, it's wasted your time."
After Mrs. Zhao was intimidating Yuan Qiu and the others to speak to the Blood Medical Sect, she turned around and bowed slightly to the referee team: "You guys continue--"
The referee team nodded, then gathered together to discuss.
Beitingchuan did not rush anymore, but just stared at Ye Fan, wishing he could be cut into pieces.
He still hasn't figured out how Ye Fan took down Kurokawa Muxue.
He also had no evidence to prove that Kurokawa Muxue betrayed, but he knew that Ye Fan was definitely making trouble.
"In this game, Ye Fan scored one point and Kurokawa Muxue scored zero points."
Ten minutes later, the host soon received an order from the referee team and shouted on the spot with the microphone: "Ye Fansheng."
"At this point, the Huatuo Cup in Shenzhou and the Yang Guo Blood Medical Competition have completely come to an end."
"After sixteen fierce competitions, the Blood Medical Sect was wiped out, and Ye Fan, one side of Shenzhou, won the end."
"According to the rules of the competition, the referee team announced that Ye Fan won the competition between the two countries! Shenzhou won!"
The voice resounded throughout the audience, making countless people unable to stop silence, 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 the victory, but also shows that the Huatuo Cup is more valuable than the Blood Medicine Sect, which has reached a higher level of awareness in the international community.
"I don't agree! I don't agree!"
The Blood Medical Sect was very sad and angry: "The dark side, the dark side."
"I won openly, how can you monsters and monsters not accept it?"
Ye Fan walked back to the platform to receive the golden championship badge, and then ignored the possibility of scanning dozens of blood doctors' children.
"This game was witnessed by the three major international medical associations, and the process was absolutely fair, just and open."
The host also warned the Blood Medical Sect: "If the Blood Medical Sect has no evidence to slander us, we will ban the Blood Medical Sect from the Global Times."
The children of the Blood Doctor immediately shut up, then changed their words and shouted at Ye Fan: "Shameless, shameless, you won't be powerful."
Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, didn't care at all, and waved his golden badge to demonstrate.
"Ye Fan, I don't agree. I want to bet on you and I want to challenge you as the champion."
Beitingchuan suddenly pushed away several guards, roared and rushed up to the platform, and spoke fiercely at Ye Fan:
"Just this patient, this condition, if I can't beat you, I will commit suicide by cesarean section on the spot."
"If you lose, I don't want your championship badge, nor will I change the end of the two countries competition. I just want you to say that you are not as good as me!"
"Ye Fan, do you dare to fight?"
The battle between Huatuo Cup and Blood Medical Sect was settled, and Beitingchuan was powerless to turn the championship and change hands anymore, and he did not dare to provoke 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 face and protect the face of the Blood Medical Sect.
In this way, people will only say that the younger generation is not as good as Ye Fan, rather than saying that the entire Blood Medicine Sect is not as good as Ye Fan.
"Beitingchuan, do you want shame?"
Mr. Gong was the first to stand up when he heard this, shouting at Beitingchuan:
"Ye Fan is injured and has no strength to walk. You are challenging him at this time, aren't you bullying others at the risk?"
"Besides, this is the stadium, not the life and death stage. Are you betting on your life? Is this going to force Ye Fan into the murderer?"
"And there is no need for Ye Fan to compete with you."
"He's already the champion."
He could also see that Beitingchuan was desperate and hurriedly 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 long."
She knew that Ye Fan had a grudge against Beitingchuan, and she was also worried that Ye Fan would be angry again for the beauty.
"You instigated Kusaki Hachiro to attack and kill Song Hongyan, and you have already entered 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 need to accept your challenge."
"I've won the championship."
"As you who lead the team to challenge Shenzhou, you have so many bargaining chips in your hands, not only did you not win the game, but you didn't kill me. How can you explain to the Blood Doctor when you go back?"
"If I guess it's good, your best ending is to commit suicide by committing caesarean section."
He stared at Beitingchuan calmly: "You are going to die soon, why should I be anxious for a moment?"
"you--"
Beitingchuan didn't expect Ye Fan to see so thoroughly, and then spit out another breath of hot air:
"If you win me, you will become famous."
"I only gave one shot. If the patient's condition cannot improve by 90%, I will commit suicide immediately after I have a caesarean section."
"Ye Fan, you can't even have a shot enough to gamble, right?"
"Or do you think that if my injection is 90% effective, will the medical skills of China be a joke?"
He was aggressive and stimulated Ye Fan: "I don't even dare to challenge you, the value of your championship is too poor, and it also makes people even more suspicious of you winning by illegal means."
Speaking of this, he also glanced at Kurokawa Muxue who was sitting behind the audience.
"To be honest, I really don't believe that you can improve the patient with one shot, and I even think you will make the patient worse than death."
Ye Fan glanced over Lin Qiuling and smiled faintly: "It's just that you don't have much gambling money, I don't want to bet on this game with you."
Beitingchuan raised his eyes and shouted, "What kind of gambling money do you want?"
"In this way, if you can't help the patient with one shot, you can tell me all your allies in China about how to bribe Lin Qiuling, how to poison the three of Nihua, and how to do it."
Ye Fan took a step forward and pressed his ear against Beitingchuan's ear: "You are willing to swear to your Majesty and tell me these things honestly. I will bet on this game with you."
Beitingchuan was breathing rapidly, staring at Ye Fan with resentment, thinking that Ye Fan was asking for money, but he didn't expect it to be their conspiracy.
Seeing Beitingchuan hesitating, Ye Fan smiled faintly: "If you don't want to, I'll leave, my family is waiting to celebrate the commendation."
"Okay, I've bet."
Beitingchuan couldn't stop clenching his fist, then took out his cell phone and threw it on the table:
"Everything you want is inside, if I lose, you take it away."
As for the consequences, he was too lazy to think about it because if he lost this game, he would undoubtedly die.
Ye Fan refused to comment: "If you say you have it, you have it?"
Beitingchuan spoke viciously: "I can swear that if I deceive you, your Majesty's family will not die well."
"Okay, that's it."
Ye Fan turned around and shouted to the audience: "Just now, Mr. Beiting and I reached a bet agreement."
"He made the patient's condition improve by 90% with one shot."
"After reaching this level, I admit defeat, I will declare that my skills are not as good as him."
"If he loses, he gives me this phone."
"Please give the host and referee team a tenth of a day to help us witness this game again. Ye Fan will thank you again afterwards."
As soon as these words came out, everyone who was about to leave cheered again.
Today's incident made them feel extremely exciting. Now they still have a bet, and they have a lot of interest.
The referee team and the host were also curious, so they agreed to make another notarization.
"Yes, I only took one shot and 90% of the patients were cured."
Beitingchuan pinched a silver needle and shouted confidently:
"I want you to see the real medical skills of the Blood Medicine Sect."
“How magical and amazing it is.”
"The medical skills of the Blood Medicine Sect cannot be devalued in a small way or just a game."
"The referee team, host, blood doctor's children, audience members of China, it's time for you to witness the miracle..."
After saying that, he quickly disinfected the silver needle on the alcohol, and then approached Lin Qiuling and stabbed her lungs.
Lin Qiuling's lung disease was cured by him, and it was also caused by the complications caused by him by pinching time. He also made her a lot of manpower and financial resources to turn her into a competition patient.
Beitingchuan is confident that he can resolve Lin Qiuling's plight with one shot.
A few days ago, he had accumulated medicinal substances in Lin Qiuling's lungs. As long as the silver needle fell and stimulated it, Lin Qiuling would improve quickly.
This is also the biggest reason why he was angry that Muxue Kurokawa gave in.
He deployed everything and took a kick, but Kurokawa Muxue did not give up. How could Beitingchuan not be furious?
But when his silver needle just pierced into Lin Qiuling's lungs, his aftermath saw Ye Fan stabbing Lin Qiuling's head with a needle.
"What? The Needle of Deadline?"
Just one glance, Beitingchuan's body shook and his face was desperate...