Seeing that man approaching step by step, Ning Tu's face turned pale.
"What do you want to do? Stop right there!" Ning Tu shouted.
But it's no use.
The man was extremely fast and approached Ning Tu in an instant, and touched Ning Tu's arm with his palm.
"hiss!"
Ning Tu gasped and felt his arm being stung by something. He stepped back and looked at the man with wide eyes: "You... what did you do to me?"
"We just fulfilled our previous promise." The man said calmly.
Ning Tu was immediately startled. He was about to say something, but his arms suddenly started to tremble extremely and irregularly.
"ah……"
Ning Tu screamed and ran back, but fell to the ground.
He hurriedly tried to stand up with his hands on the ground, but no matter how hard he moved his arms, his hands just refused to obey and he couldn't even simply support the ground.
"Lecturer, lecturer! My hand...my hand!!"
Ning Tu let out a miserable cry and ran towards Yu Wenmo and others.
"Quiet!" Yu Wenmo shouted angrily.
Ning Tu's expression changed and he hurriedly stopped shouting, but his trembling hands shocked everyone around him.
"Is it true that Ning Tu's medical skills were abolished as this person said?" someone asked.
"No!" Bi Xian snorted coldly and said to Ning Tu: "Even if it is really Parkinson's disease, we can cure it. You have to remember where this is! This is the Southern Sect! Here, there is no such thing.
It’s a disease we can’t cure! Why are you panicking?”
After hearing this, Ning Tu's expression improved a lot.
Yes, this is the Southern style!
No matter what this guy did to himself, it doesn't matter.
Are there any diseases that the Southern School cannot cure?
"Then please lecturer, please show me quickly." Ning Tu said excitedly.
"Come here!" Jin Ding said calmly.
Ning Tu ran over in a hurry.
Jin Ding checked his pulse.
Bi Xian sneered again and again: "Abolish the medical skills of our southern sect? What methods do you use to abolish it? Do you think you can show off your power in our southern sect if you know some ancient Kyushu traditional medical skills? Who do you think you are?"
"Really? Then I want to see if you can cure him!" the visitor said calmly.
"I'm looking forward to your expression later." Bi Xian smiled.
"I don't know what the so-called brat is. He doesn't know how high the sky is." Li Ziyun shook his head repeatedly.
The surrounding southern faction members all sneered.
There was also a lot of gossip in the audience seats.
"What is this man talking about? Isn't it ridiculous to deprive others of their medical qualifications by destroying their hands? This is the Southern style."
"Why is he useless? Are his medical skills good enough?"
"He is quite handsome, but why is his head abnormal?"
"Oh, this guy will soon know what it means that a mountain is higher than a mountain."
People shook their heads and pointed at the man.
But slowly, people's gossip gradually became quieter, and their eyes couldn't help but shift from that person to Jinding over there.
But Jinding's originally determined expression gradually turned to panic, and then slowly changed from panic to shock. It was unbelievable...
Everyone was frightened by Jin Ding's expression.
"Lecturer Jinding, what's wrong?" Li Ziyun next to him frowned.
"Not good, not good..."
Jinding Nana said.
"What?"
The expressions of the people around him changed instantly.
Na Ningtu was so frightened that he almost fainted.
"Lecturer Jinding, what happened? What did that guy do to Ning Tu?" Bi Xian asked hurriedly.
"I can't feel his pulse! But there is a weirder aura flowing in his arms." Jin Ding was about to cry but had no tears.
As soon as he said this, Yu Wenmo walked over quickly, grabbed Ning Tu's arms, and felt his pulse with both hands.
After a while, Yu Wenmo's face turned extremely pale and he backed away.
"Lecturer Yuwen?" Everyone looked at him.
Ning Tu's face was ashen and he stared at Yu Wenmo anxiously.
But Yu Wenmo murmured: "It's Fen Ji... it's Fen Ji..."
"Fan Ji?"
Bi Xian and others were so shocked that they almost sat down on the ground.
"What is that?"
Some members couldn't help but ask.
"That's a pulse condition in ancient Kyushu Chinese medicine. This pulse condition means that the tendons in a person's hands have been completely burned, but the bottom line function is retained. This is an irreversible damage, just like an athlete.
, if he is severely injured by Fen Ji, he will not die, he can even walk, but he can no longer run or adjust height. He retains the most basic ability to move, but he can no longer move unscrupulously! "
Liu Rushi stood up and slowly explained to everyone.
When everyone heard this, they were all dumbfounded.
"Is there still such a phenomenon among Kyushu Chinese medicine?"
"This is not Parkinson's disease, but it is something more terrifying than Parkinson's disease, because currently no Kyushu traditional medical technique can overcome this kind of trauma, and I don't think the Southern School can do it either." Liu Rushi looked towards Yu Wenmo.
.
Yu Wenmo remained silent.
And all the Southern faction members around them were also shocked.
But Ning Tu's face was ashen.
His arms continued to tremble, and he looked at Yu Wenmo and asked: "Lecturer, that means...I am hopeless..."
"Don't worry, you have made sacrifices for the Southern faction. I will report to the superiors, explain the matter, and ask the Southern faction to arrange work for you. You will definitely have no worries about food and clothing in your life." Yu Wen said silently.
"But I will never be able to pick up a silver needle in my life! I will never be able to take medicine in my life!" Ning Tu shouted sadly.
"Take him down and have a good rest." Yu Wenmo waved his hand.
"Teacher Yuwen, you have to save me! Save me! I don't want to give up the Kyushu traditional medical skills, I don't want to!" Ning Tu frantically grabbed Yu Wenmo's clothes.
But it's useless.
Yu Wenmo closed his eyes and remained indifferent.
The surrounding audience was completely silent.
No matter the audience, members of the Southern School, candidates or even the genius doctors, they were just staring at Ning Tu silently at this moment, and no one came back to their senses.
People were shocked by this scene.
Who would have thought that that person was not joking.
He can really destroy a Kyushu doctor!
"Take him down!" Looking at Ning Tu who was getting crazy, Yu Wenmo waved his hand and shouted impatiently.
The members next to him immediately dragged him away.
"Lecturer Yuwen, I am doing this for the Southern faction! You have to save me! The Southern faction wants to save me! Save me!!" He continued to scream.
The sound of pain and despair spread throughout the entire venue.
The people in the venue were frightened and their scalps were numb.
"Okay, who will your southern faction send to fight next?"
At this time, the person raised his head and shouted again.
When this sound fell, all the Southern people's eyes widened.
The audience looked at Yuwenmo, Bixian, Jinding and Li Ziyun.
Even the best of the best like Ning Tu have been defeated. Now we can only look at them!
"I'll do it!"
Seeing that the other three were silent, Yu Wenmo stood up with his hands behind his back.
The whole place trembled.
The three of them also looked at him.
"This matter is big or small. If we lose again, our southern faction will be disgraced, so I'm here!" Yu Wen said silently.
"Teacher Yuwen, it's up to you!" Bi Xian whispered.
"Um."
Yu Wenmo nodded.
But the people over there smiled faintly: "Bixian, Jinding, Li Ziyun, what are you afraid of? Don't you dare to take action?"
"What do you mean?"
"Let's deal with Lecturer Yuwen first!"
Several people were angry and angry, snorting repeatedly.
But the visitor kept shaking his head.
"Yu Wenmo alone can't be my opponent! I think so, how about the four of you coming together?"
