"Okay." Ye Bufan stood up with his head held high, "We Chinese medicine practitioners will challenge you. Just bring it up, and I will take it on my own."
If he had said this before, others would probably have scoffed at him and thought he was arrogant.
It can be seen that after seeing the flying needle acupuncture, even the Bangbang people do not dare to underestimate this Chinese medical fairy.
"As a doctor, the most important thing is to diagnose the disease. Let me compare my diagnosis skills with you."
Pu Zhengchun did not dare to underestimate Ye Bufan at all. As the famous medical king of Bangbang Country, his best skill was diagnosis, so he proposed to test his strengths.
Jin Taixuan stepped forward and said: "Mr. Medical King, do you want me to find some patients?"
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." Park Zhengchun said with burning eyes, "Ordinary patients can't tell the difference at all. You and I can diagnose each other."
"Do you want to diagnose each other?" Ye Bufan glanced at him, with a strange look on his face, "How can you diagnose a dying person? Go back and prepare for the funeral."
As soon as he said these words, everyone in the venue widened their eyes and their eyeballs shattered to the ground.
What does this mean? He is the medical king of Bangbang country. He is standing there in high spirits. Why do he suddenly say that he is going to die? This diagnosis is too outrageous, right?
Pu Zhengchun's expression also changed drastically, and he said gloomily: "Ye Bufan, I respect you so I want to compete with you. You actually slandered me. Are you afraid?"
"Afraid? If you learn the medical skills of a three-legged cat, will I be afraid?"
Ye Bufan shook his head helplessly, "You are now terminally ill and hopeless, and you don't have much time left to live.
I'm just kindly reminding you, otherwise you won't even prepare a coffin and you'll die like this."
Pu Zhengchun was so angry that he laughed back: "Then tell me, I'm going to die."
"Well, I'll let you be a wise man before you die."
Ye Bufan said, "Did you often help people test medicine and detoxify?"
"That's right, I studied medicine at the age of 5, could identify all medicinal materials at the age of 10, went out to treat people at the age of 15, and won the title of King of Medicine at the age of 35.
There have been countless doctors over the years, and it is a common thing that they are best at detoxifying."
At the end of the speech, Park Jung-chun looked proud and extremely conceited.
Although Ye Bufan defeated Cha Bumgen in acupuncture, he did not think he would lose to him in medical skills.
"That's right, every time you try medicine on someone, a small amount of toxins will remain in the body.
Over the years, at least hundreds of toxins have accumulated, and they have even penetrated deep into your internal organs and bone marrow."
"It's alarmist. If that's the case, how could I not notice it?"
Park Zhengchun looked unbelieving, thinking that the other party was just threatening him.
"This is the principle of slow-boiled frogs, and these toxins were hidden in your body before, but they just accumulated and did not explode.
And not only did you lose the first game, but you also lost the acupuncture bronze man. You were anxious and angry, and your negative emotions exploded, completely detonating these toxins.
I am the only one in the world who can save you. If you kneel down and beg me, I can save your life."
"Hahaha... You think I am a three-year-old baby, and I will believe your nonsense."
Ye Bufan shook his head again: "I gave Cha Fangen a chance, and I will give you a chance now. It's a pity that you don't want it yourself. Even if you beg me later, it will be useless."
Pu Zhengchun said with a sarcastic face: "Then tell me, how long can I live?"
"Seven steps." Ye Bufan said, "Your energy and blood are rising now, which accelerates the spread of poison. If you take another seven steps, I guarantee that you will die."
Pu Zhengchun sneered: "What if I don't die after seven steps?"
"If I don't die within seven steps, I will lose this game."
Ye Bufan looked calm, but his tone was extremely firm.
"Oh my god, is this a joke? Old man Zhao looks very energetic, how does he look like a dying person?"
"Even if he is going to die, he can't be so precise. What if he can walk eight steps? Then wouldn't we lose?"
"Nonsense, this is so ridiculous. Do you think you are great if you win the first game?
He said that he will die in seven steps, and when others call him a medical fairy, do he really think of himself as a god?"
Everyone in the audience questioned Ye Bufan's diagnosis. Even those who believed in his medical skills did not think it could be so accurate.
Even the most advanced and scientific instruments today cannot predict the time of death of a person so accurately, right?
Pu Zhengchun burst into laughter: "In that case, please ask President Alice to be a witness, and I will show it to you."
After speaking, he strode forward, counting loudly as he walked: "One step...two steps...three steps..."
Ye Bufan stood beside him with his hands behind his back, smiling, just watching quietly.
Seeing his indifferent expression, Park Zhengchun became more and more unsure whether the other party would give up the second game just like this.
Or is it that the other party is sure that he will really die in seven steps?
Thinking of this, his pace slowed down on the fourth step and was no longer as firm as before.
"Five steps..."
"Six steps..."
Seeing that there was only one last step left, the smile on Park Zhengchun's face disappeared and became serious instead.
At this moment, the audience was completely silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on his last two legs.
You must know that this last step is extraordinary, it will either determine the outcome of the second game, or determine Park Zhengchun's life or death.
Pu Zhengchun felt the energy and blood in his body, and there was nothing abnormal. He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. After all, he had lived for so many years and was almost not intimidated by this young man.
"Ye Bufan, just wait and admit defeat."
After saying that, he raised his right leg and took a step forward.
At this moment, there was a sigh in the audience, it was over, the second game was lost, and the good situation was ruined.
Ye Bufan still smiled: "This is the first time I have seen someone so eager to die."
When Park Zhengchun raised his foot in the air, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
At this moment, he felt the breath in his body suddenly shake, and it was rolling like a river.
Immediately afterwards, my heart felt like a knife, and my heart hurt as if it was going to explode.
Seeing that his foot had not yet fallen, everyone in the audience was stunned and their eyes widened.
What's going on? Is it true that I can't walk seven steps?
At this moment, Park Zhengchun opened his mouth, spit out a large mouthful of black blood, and then fell to the ground with a plop.
"Oh my god, what's going on? Dr. Ye is really amazing. He deserves to be a medical fairy..."
"It was said that one would die in seven steps, but he died on the seventh step..."
"The medical fairy is the medical fairy. This is simply a fairy...".
Everyone in the audience was stunned by the scene in front of them. Unexpectedly, the medical king of Bangbang Kingdom actually fell down on the seventh step.
"help me……"
No one wants to die, not to mention the famous medical king.
At this moment, Pu Zhengchun's body was stooped, his hands were covering his chest, and his voice was hoarse, asking for help from Ye Bufan.
"You are seeking death yourself, who can you blame?"
Ye Bufan shook his head, "I just gave you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it. Now the poison is attacking your heart, and even gods can't save you."
"I……"
Park Zhengchun opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to say something, but before he could make a sound, another large mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he rolled his eyes and died.
The leader of this medical competition, the famous medical king of Bangbang Country, died in the seventh step.
