As a melodious bell rang, the entire Nanpai Academy fell silent.
Students and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners from all walks of life entered the conference site one after another.
Those who were watching also entered the auditorium one by one.
Because it was a traditional Chinese medicine assessment conference, it was necessary to keep quiet, but people's faces were flushed and restless. They could not suppress their excitement at this moment.
Of course, the most excited people are the students.
They are gearing up and waiting eagerly to show off their skills.
At this time, the door in the center of the conference opened and a group of people walked in.
This group of people is very strange.
Except for the first four people who were dressed a little more formally, the rest of the people were dressed in a more ordinary way, not like people from the south. Moreover, everyone looked sick, and some of them were coughing uncontrollably.
Someone among the students knew the four people in the front and immediately stood up and bowed to them.
"Teacher Yuwen, Teacher Bixian, Teacher Jinding, and Teacher Li Ziyun, hello!"
When he called out like this, the others were shocked and hurriedly bowed and said with a smile:
"Hello, four teachers!"
"Hello, four teachers!"
My voice was urgent and I was scrambling for the first time, for fear that I would be late and some teachers would be unhappy.
When the people in the audience heard this, they immediately understood that these people were the examiners of this Medical King Conference.
As for the group of people behind them, they are the patients used for this assessment.
They sat directly at the special seats next to the venue.
"Everyone, please sit down. Your number has been called and come forward to accept the assessment." The woman named Bi Xian shouted.
The woman was about forty years old. She was wearing a cheongsam. She was unsmiling and had a serious expression. She looked even stricter than Mao Aiqin. Everyone looked at her face and couldn't help but show fear.
"Is this Bi Xian?"
"Yes, this is the most famous lecturer in the Southern School, and she is famously strict, but her medical skills are also ridiculously high, and she has reached the level of a great doctor in Yanjing."
Someone was talking quietly.
"I, Yu Wenmo, Dr. Bi Xian, Dr. Jin Ding and Dr. Li Ziyun will serve as the examiners for this assessment. I hope you all can perform well." Yu Wenmo also commented.
"Yes, teacher!"
People shouted in unison.
At this time, Liu Rushi, disciple Kou Guan and other great doctors came over and sat not far from the examiner. They were here to watch the competition and would not participate in the Southern School's assessment. After all, people like them
, both the North and the South will fight, and they cannot easily take sides.
Kou Guan's eldest disciple was named Nan Xing. Although he was dressed simply and looked unattractive, his eyes were full of pride.
From time to time, he looked at the immortal-like Liu Rushi next to him, with a touch of heat in his eyes.
It was a pity that Liu Rushi didn't look at him at all. She just looked at the young genius doctors on the scene, seeming to be observing them.
"Now I announce that the Medical King Conference will now begin."
Li Ziyun stood up and shouted loudly.
In an instant, the Nanpai bell rang three more times, and then two more rows of people walked out of the doors on both sides.
They lined up in a row, standing on both sides of the examiner, standing straight and majestic.
The atmosphere at the scene was also very solemn.
Those who were preparing to take the assessment all secretly swallowed their saliva.
Have they ever seen such a posture?
At this moment, a member of the Southern faction took out a cylinder and placed it in front of the four examiners.
Yu Wenmo flipped through the cylinder, took out a card, and read the name on it.
"Chen Kai."
"arrive!"
In the examinee's seat, a man in his twenties and glasses wearing glasses immediately stood up and walked quickly towards the judges' seat.
There is an operating table there, prepared silver needles, and medicinal materials, but they are all limited.
The Southern School requires that candidates cannot bring their own medical tools and can only use the silver needles and medicinal materials provided by them, and the quantities of silver needles and medicinal materials are limited.
At this time, Jinding also took out a card and read out his name: "Zhang Fugui."
When the voice fell, an old man in his seventies stood up from the patient table over there.
The old man was walking with a cane, staggering.
When the man named Chen Kai saw the old man, his heart immediately dropped.
