"Wow, look at that Wan Yunting, he cuts so fast..."
Suddenly, several students watching nearby turned their attention from Ding Zipeng and Xu Yuanhang and looked at Wan Yunting. They saw that he was holding a knife in his right hand, pressing the white peony root with his left hand, and the medicine knife made a rhythmic sound.
Clicking sound.
Pieces of white peony slices as thin as cicada wings, like snowflakes, floated down under the blade, while Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao were squatting on the ground, collecting the cut white peony slices for him...
"This guy's sword skills are so fast!"
Seeing Wan Yunting's speed with the sword, Ding Huixiang, who was the best swordsman on the main stage, showed a surprised expression. Jiang Yichun next to him couldn't help but smiled proudly, "Old Ding, don't think that your grandson will inherit all these medicinal skills."
Yours is amazing, Xiao Wan doesn’t have much practice in cutting white peony roots, this is his second time cutting it!”
"Second cut?"
Hearing this, Ding Huixiang turned his head and looked at Jiang Yichun in disbelief. Gu Yuanbai also nodded and said with a smile: "It must be the second time. Last time he cut out the first time, he already cut out 299."
The white peony root is here."
"so smart…"
When Song Chengqi, Wei Datong and others heard that Wan Yunting cut white peony slices for the first time, he was able to cut out 299 slices, which surprised them all.
After all, an ordinary pharmacist can only cut a maximum of 295 pieces from one white peony root.
"I do not believe."
Ding Huixiang shook his head and said in disbelief: "The first time I cut white peony slices, I didn't even get 299 slices. This kid must have practiced it in private."
"sweat…"
Seeing that the sword king didn't believe it, Jiang Yichun and Gu Yuanbai both shook their heads and smiled, saying: "Anyway, this link is not important, just think of it as giving your grandson Ding Zipeng a chance to show off."
These words made Zhang Fenglin, Shen Tong and the others laugh. After all, the first and second levels are not very important in the battle between doctors, but the most important thing is the third level, which is to see a doctor temporarily!
"It's done!"
There is no suspense, the first one to finish cutting one inch of white peony root was Ding Zipeng, followed closely by Xu Yuanhang who also finished cutting, followed closely by Wan Yunting who also finished cutting one inch of white peony root, Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiaozheng.
Squatting on the ground, counting how many slices of white peony root there are...
"Ding Zipeng, cut one inch of white peony root into 3012 pieces!"
The teacher who was responsible for collecting white peony slices for Ding Zipeng immediately shouted loudly after counting the white peony slices.
"Oh, you are worthy of being the heir to the first generation of Sword King. One white peony root can cut three hundred and two pieces. It's amazing..."
Hearing the result, Gu Yuanbai, Jiang Yichun, Song Chengqi and others, as well as the teachers and students around them, all applauded...
When Xu Yuanhang next to him heard that Ding Zipeng had cut out three hundred and two pieces, he raised his eyebrows slightly, but still sighed helplessly, having to admire him as the heir to the King of Swords.
"Xu Yuanhang, three hundred pieces!"
After counting the white peony slices cut by Xu Yuanhang, the teacher shouted loudly.
"Oh, Yuanhang is good, it has exceeded 300 pieces..."
When Gu Yuanbai, Jiang Yichun, and Deng Hongsheng heard that Xu Yuanhang had cut out three hundred pieces, they all clapped and smiled and praised: "Not bad, not bad. Although it cannot be compared with the grandson of the King of Swordsmen, Yuanhang can be regarded as the number one in our flower capital."
The king of swords."
"Huang Jingshan, two hundred and ninety-eight pieces!"
"Shen Yingrui, two hundred and ninety-eight pieces!"
"Song Sinan, two hundred and ninety-eight pieces!"
"Wei Renxin, two hundred and ninety-seven pieces!"
"Lu Xinjue, two hundred and ninety-six pieces..."
As the voices of the supervising teachers came, the three most outstanding performers were naturally Huang Jingshan, Shen Yingrui, and Song Sinan. After all, they were not pharmacists. They had practiced hard at cutting white slices. They were able to cut two hundred and ninety-eight pieces.
The slices can be said to be very excellent, better than ordinary medicine cutters.
"Hey, Luo Tang, Miaomiao, you haven't counted yet, okay?"
Seeing that everyone's results had come out, but Gu Luotang hadn't announced Wan Yunting's results for a long time, everyone couldn't help but look at the two people squatting on the ground. Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao got together and said, "Wan Yunting."
Counting the white peony slices on the small tray again, Wan Yunting standing aside couldn't help laughing and said: "Stop counting, it's three hundred and three slices."
"Oh my God, there are really three hundred and three pieces..."
Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao turned their heads and looked at Wan Yunting in disbelief. They had counted twice just now and couldn't believe that Wan Yunting could cut out 303 white peony slices.
"Brother Yunting, um~~ Wan Yunting, he cut out three hundred and three pieces..."
The excited Gu Luotang immediately stood up and said excitedly to Gu Yuanbai, Jiang Yichun, Ding Huixiang and others on the main stage. She realized that the name was wrong, which made her blush.
"How many pieces?"
Ding Huixiang, Ding Zipeng and Huang Jingshan on the stage turned their heads and looked at Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang in shock. Qi Miaomiao shouted: "Three hundred and three pieces!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."
The first one who didn't believe it was naturally Ding Huixiang. What is the concept of three hundred and three slices? I often practice and can't cut three hundred and three slices. How could this Wan Yunting do it? "Give me his white peony slices."
, I want to count them myself..."
Seeing the excitement, Ding Huixiang personally went down, grabbed the small tray from Qi Miaomiao's hand, and personally counted the white peony slices cut by Wan Yunting. However, when he picked up a thin piece of white peony slices and lifted it up, the afternoon sunset passed by
The light coming in from the window immediately penetrated the piece of white peony on Ding Huixiang's fingertips, making him feel shocked...
As thin as cicada wings!
Ding Zipeng couldn't help but come over. The grandfather and grandson looked at each other with slices of white peony root as thin as cicada wings. Just because Wan Yunting could cut such thin slices of white peony root, Ding Huixiang already understood in his heart that he could cut an inch of white peony root.
It’s true that 303 pieces were released!
Because he had been cutting white peony slices all his life, he had never cut such thin white peony slices before. Ding Huixiang and his grandson looked at Wan Yunting in astonishment and were speechless for a moment.
Wan Yunting was also stared at by his grandfather and grandson, smiling awkwardly, feeling embarrassed.
"Really three hundred and three pieces?"
Xu Yuanhang, Huang Jingshan, Shen Yingrui and others couldn't believe it. They took the small tray from Ding Zipeng's hand and looked at the white peony slices on it. They knew from the moment they took it that the white peony slices they cut out were the same as Wan Yunting's.
The difference cut out is obvious.
"Awesome, so awesome."
Now Lu Xinjue gave Wan Yunting a thumbs up, but was shocked by Wan Yunting's hand.
Even Shen Yingrui, Huang Jingshan, and Song Sinan had nothing to say.
The only one, Xu Yuanhang, had a gloomy face and looked very ugly, with resentment hidden in his eyes as he looked at Wan Yunting!
Originally, he thought that it didn't matter if he lost to Ding Zipeng, but he would definitely win against Wan Yunting.
But reality slapped him in the face. No one expected that Wan Yunting could cut out 303 slices, one slice more than Ding Zipeng.
But there is a big difference between me and him!
At this moment, Xu Yuanhang's heart was full of resentment and unwillingness towards Wan Yunting. He didn't understand why God was so unfair. This guy was obviously cutting white peony slices for the second time, so why was he able to cut out 303 slices?
Come.
As a pharmacist, I practiced hard for several years in order to catch up with Wang Ding Huixiang, the first swordsman. I finally broke through and cut out three hundred slices the day before yesterday. As a result, this bastard cut out three more slices than me this time. How could this be done?
Don't you want Xu Yuanhang to resent Wan Yunting in his heart?
But who can be blamed for this? Who let me be the protagonist...