Ye Fan took Nianhua and the others to the eighth floor of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Building.
In this battle, out of calculations of winning or losing, both sides only made an initial wave of speculation, and then let the popularity subside a lot.
After all, if you win the competition and then promote it, you won’t eat it.
Even so, the auditorium on the eighth floor was filled with many people, 80% of whom were elites and members of the medical field.
In order to make the competition fair, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and the Blood Medicine Society also invited three major international medical associations to be notaries.
The presidents of the three conferences of Asia, Europe, and America, plus Bei Tingchuan and Kong Taoli, form the judging panel.
Hundreds of cameras were also set up in the auditorium to ensure the fairness of the competition.
Ye Fan saw many familiar faces, including Sun Shengshou, Yao Shenghan, and Mr. Gong, so he smiled and waved hello.
Sun Shengshou and the others were also very happy to see Ye Fan. If Ye Fan had not stopped them, they would have called Master in public.
After everyone exchanged pleasantries, they went back to their seats.
"Miracle Doctor Ye, I have long admired your name."
When Ye Fan and the others just walked to the Shenzhou contestant area on the left, Beitingchuan and Yamamoto Shichiro happened to pass by.
When he saw Ye Fan, he immediately smiled, reached out his hand enthusiastically and said:
"I've wanted to see Dr. Ye for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet him until today."
He praised Ye Fan vigorously: "He is as rich as jade. He is a heroic young man. He is worthy of being a pillar of China. It's a pity that he is a little too arrogant."
"This is very bad. It is easy to die young, no, die young."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm a bit direct. Please forgive me, Doctor Ye."
Yamamoto Shichiro and the others also looked at Ye Fan. Although they had seen Ye Fan's photo before, they still felt it was too ordinary when they looked at it up close.
If it were not confirmed that this person is the blood doctor's rival, Yamamoto Shichiro and others would think that this person is just a handyman.
"It's okay. After all, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, so how can I expect Mr. Beiting to say nice things?"
Ye Fan said, "Actually, I regret not seeing you earlier. Otherwise, how could I have been in such trouble today?"
"But it doesn't matter. Half a month early or half a month late doesn't mean much."
He hinted that digging Beitingchuan was too slow, otherwise grass would have grown on the graves of Beitingchuan, and he also firmly believed that victory belonged to China.
"I know that Dr. Ye is good at medical skills, and I also know that Nian Hua and the others are great."
Bei Tingchuan laughed loudly: "But there is an old saying in China, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. The victory is not known until the game is over."
Kurokawa Muyuki said proudly: "That's right, don't forget, we easily defeated sixteen Huatuo Cup provincial champions."
She is in her early twenties, with an oval face and a small cherry mouth. She is very beautiful and tall.
She wore a pair of black leather shoes, her slender legs were wrapped in stockings, and her jacket was a black windbreaker, showing her maturity and charm.
"Kurokawa Muyuki?"
When Ye Fan heard this, not only did he not get angry, but he strode forward and grasped Kurokawa Muxue's white jade hand:
"I have long heard that Kurokawa Muyuki is a good doctor and good-looking person. Not only does she have excellent medical skills, she is also very beautiful. She is known as the number one beauty in the blood medicine sect."
"When we meet you today, you will not deceive me."
"Miss Mu Xue, I appreciate you and like you very much. I wonder if you are interested in coming to Hongyan Hospital to be the chief doctor?"
"I'll give you 10% of Hongyan Baiyao's shares, and I'll give you an annual salary of one billion, and I'll also guarantee that the blood medicine sect won't cause you any trouble."
"If Miss Mu Xue is willing to reward you, you and I will be blessed together in the future."
Ye Fan was very attentive: "An annual salary of tens of billions is just around the corner."
As soon as these words came out, Yamamoto Shichiro and the others' faces changed drastically, and their eyes subconsciously looked at Kurokawa Muyuki.
Kurokawa Muyuki's eyelids twitched as well. Sensing the vigilant gaze of her companion, she hurriedly said:
"Thank you Divine Doctor Ye for your kindness, but you think highly of me..."
She bit her lip slightly: "My abilities are limited and I can't reach you."
"Hahaha, Miss Muxue is really joking. To be honest, I don't take the whole blood medicine sect seriously."
Ye Fan still held Kurokawa Muxue's hand tightly: "Only Miss Muxue is my biggest fear."
"It is a great honor for Ye Fan to have you join Hongyan Hospital."
"Although you and I are rivals now, I still have to admit..."
Ye Fan looked at Muxue and sighed: "Today, the only heroes in the world are Shijun and Fan'er!"
The expressions of Yamamoto Shichiro and others suddenly darkened.
"Thank you, Doctor Ye, I won't join you!"
Kurokawa Muyuki's pretty face was ugly, she hurriedly broke away from her hand, and then hurriedly walked to the Yangguo player's position.
Ye Fan did not forget to shout: "Annual salary of one billion, 10% share of Hongyan Baiyao, waiting for Miss Mu Xue at any time."
Kurokawa Muyuki walked faster.
If she didn't leave, she was worried that she would become the target of public criticism.
At this moment, not only the Yang Kingdom audience stared at her with unkind eyes, but even the Prodigy Group all had dark faces.
Yamamoto Shichiro and the others were angry that Ye Fan had belittled him and promoted Kurokawa Muxue, and they were all wondering whether she could withstand Ye Fan's temptation.
"Ye Fan, you are so cruel!"
Beitingchuan also saw the thoughts of Yamamoto Shichiro and others, and was very angry at Ye Fan for sowing discord.
A few simple words isolated Kurokawa Muyuki.
With an annual salary of one billion and Baiyao shares, even he had daydreams in his mind, let alone Kurokawa Muyuki.
"Tsk, why are you talking? I can't even praise Miss Muxue?"
Ye Fan sat back and looked at Bei Tingchuan with a playful smile: "Do you want me to call you trash? Will this hobby be a little more special?"
"Ye Fan, stop talking nonsense!"
Bei Tingchuan looked sullen: "When you lose the game, I'll see how you keep shouting."
After finishing speaking, he took Yamamoto Shichiro and others and walked away.
"This move of yours is so cruel. With just a few words, you can make the blood doctor sect fall into discord."
Seeing the backs of Beitingchuan and the others, Yuan Qingyi sat next to Ye Fan and the others: "Maybe Mu Xue will be hidden by them."
"If the old guy wants to bully me, of course I won't greet him with a smile."
Ye Fan looked at Kurokawa Muxue not far away:
"Besides, everyone is an enemy. You can't show mercy to others. If you can destroy one, you will be the one."
Yuan Qingyi smiled coquettishly and said nothing, but glanced around sharply, not giving others the chance to hurt Ye Fan, Nian Hua and the others.
Soon, a host came on stage to announce the rules.
Each side has sixteen candidates, and there will be three draw matches every day. Whoever has the person standing at the end and eliminates all the opponent's candidates will win.
The winner can choose to continue the competition, but the loser will be eliminated immediately and will not be allowed to compete in the remaining games.
In short, one side wants to annihilate its entire army.
"The first match will be drawn by the blood doctor sect."
After the host announced the rules, he immediately got to the point: "After the competition items are drawn, each side will send one person to compete."
Ye Fan waited quietly.
Shichiro Yamamoto and the others are ready to make a move.
Soon, the lottery draw in Beitingchuan was completed.
Pulse diagnosis.
The host immediately made a random call, found a patient from the Red Cross Hospital, and asked members of the three major medical associations to pick him up.
Not long after, a sickly middle-aged patient appeared in the auditorium.
He was very thin, and his face was gray and painful. Even though he was selected as a case on such a grand occasion, he was still listless.
The condition is difficult to see at first sight.
This chakra pulse diagnosis competition seems simple, but is actually very difficult.
The patient was asked not to speak during the whole process, and he carried the latest test report from the Red Cross Hospital in his pocket.
The contestants from both sides took turns to take pulse diagnosis, and then each wrote on paper the condition of the patient diagnosed by his/her pulse.
Whoever is closest to the report card wins.
"Blood Doctor Sect, Takahashi goes to battle!"
"Hua Tuo Cup, Luo Shen goes to battle."
As the host gave the order, someone from both camps instantly jumped out.
