"Everyone, I have something to say!"
Just when everyone thought that the show was coming to an end and wanted to continue, Yan Hao suddenly raised his arm and shouted, arousing everyone's interest. They all looked at him and waited for him to say the next words.
A trace of hidden resentment flashed across Yan Hao's eyes, and he said calmly, "I don't dare to question the judgment of the seniors, but we can't determine that Xiao Yan really has spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage without a diagnosis, right? What's more, even if it is spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, it is a little too early to judge him as the winner before the competition is over, isn't it? "
Hearing this, everyone thought, "Right, not to mention whether the diagnosis is correct or not, even if it is correct, before he can cure Xiao Yan, we can't be sure that he will win."
It was human nature to love excitement. Although Yan Hao was not popular, what he said was reasonable, and no one could find any fault with it.
Executive Jiang and others also nodded slightly. Originally, they planned to see Ding Ning's real level. What Yan Hao said was reasonable, so they immediately nodded and said, "No one judges him as the winner. The competition is not over. Let's continue now."
"Now I think we should first make a diagnosis of Xiao Yan's condition."
Yan Hao recovered his aggressive posture again, and his words implied that he still didn't trust the five judges.
Although the five judges were annoyed, this was also a normal request. If they firmly opposed it, it would seem that they had a guilty conscience.
Executive Jiang raised his eyebrows and said with sarcasm, "I don't know how you want to make a diagnosis. Do you want the King of Yan Needles to make a diagnosis in person to confirm it? "
"Let my grandfather do it. I believe that my grandfather can definitely give everyone a fair explanation."
Yan Hao refused to show weakness and said, which made the onlookers burst into an uproar. Everyone had just seen the character of the father and the son. Let Yan Xun make a diagnosis. What a joke!
However, Yan Xun was very thick-skinned. He stood up quite complacently, cupped his hands, and bowed. "Since everyone trusts me so much, I will make a confirmation in person to see if the diagnosis of the little miracle-working doctor is wrong."
"Yan Xun, you are still so shameless. You don't need to make a fool of yourself to make a diagnosis of spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage."
A sarcastic voice sounded, and a skinny old man surrounded by more than a dozen extraordinary old men walked out of the crowd.
"Oh my god, it's Elder Jiang. Elder Jiang actually came personally."
"Mr. Jiang? Which Mr. Jiang?"
"Which other Mr. Jiang could it be? Southern Hu and Northern Jiang are the most influential figures in the Chinese Medicine circle. Of course, it's Mr. Jiang who is known as Northern Jiang."
"Oh my god, Elder Song, Elder Chen, Elder Sun, Elder Li … Why are all these Chinese physicians here?"
"This is practically a grand event in the medical world. They're all National Healers, so why would they pay so much attention to a competition between two youngsters?"
"Didn't Mr. Jiang retire from the National Healthcare Group? Why are you here with the National Healers? "
"So what if I'm retired? With his medical skills, the country will definitely hire him again. "
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know anything. The reason why Mr. Jiang is in Yan Jing is that the country is going to establish the Chinese Medicine Association and appoint Mr. Jiang as the president of the association."
"So that's how it is. I was wondering why Elder Jiang suddenly appeared here when he had retired long ago."
"That's good news. It's a sign that Chinese medicine is going to be revived."
…
The crowd burst into an uproar and looked at these leading figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine excitedly. Their eyes sparkled as if they had seen their idols.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang."
Yan Xun's old face fell. Although he was ridiculed by Mr. Jiang, he did not dare to be disrespectful. Mr. Jiang was a fierce man who even dared to talk back to the No. 1 Chief when he lost his temper.
If Mr. Jiang bore a grudge against him, he would not be able to live a good life for the rest of his life, and his fate would be the same as that of Mr. Hu, who would avoid him at the sight of him.
"Mr. Jiang, why are you here?"
The five judges all went up to greet him. Although they were about the same age, they all had to greet Mr. Jiang as a disciple.
More than 50% of the practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine who were slightly famous in the country were either Mr. Hu's disciples or Mr. Jiang's disciples. The prestige of these two people in the field of traditional Chinese medicine could be seen.
Ding Ning had never seen Mr. Jiang, but he had heard a lot about him and knew that he had never been on good terms with Mr. Hu. He secretly wondered what he wanted to do by coming here with so many people, but when he saw him talk back to Yan Xun angrily, he could not help but have a good impression of him.
"These bastards don't believe in Great Doctor Ding's medical skills, so I take them here to see the world with their own eyes."
Boss Jiang said casually, causing the faces of the National Healers around him to turn red. They inwardly blamed their master (or grandmaster) for being too direct with his words.
Ding Ning's expression was extremely strange. "Isn't Mr. Jiang on bad terms with Mr. Hu? Why does he think so highly of me? "
Executive Jiang said happily, "That's great. With Mr. Jiang as the judge in person, this competition will be more exciting."
"Hahaha, okay, then I will not refuse to do it. It's a pity that the old thing Hu Xinning is not here, or he will be envious of me."
Mr. Jiang shook his head regretfully, and everyone immediately smiled. Who didn't know that he and Mr. Hu were old enemies?
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang."
Ding Ning stepped forward and saluted him with hands folded according to the etiquette.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang jumped aside like a flexible ape and said, "No, no, my old bones can't stand Great Doctor Ding's salute."
Ding Ning was stunned and did not know whether Mr. Jiang was mocking him or telling the truth.
Everyone was even more dumbfounded. "Are you kidding me? Southern Hu and Northern Jiang, the most influential person in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, should say that he can't stand Ding Ning's salute. This is the biggest joke in the world."
Yan Hao looked happy. "It seems that Ding Ning is not favored by Mr. Jiang at all, and Mr. Jiang is deliberately flattering him." Hurriedly, he stepped forward and said respectfully, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang."
Yan Xun also thought so, and a complacent smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. It was normal for Mr. Jiang to diss him, because he had such a strange temper that he would feel uncomfortable if he did not diss others.
But Ding Ning was young, but Mr. Jiang flattered him so much. It seemed that he must have a lot of prejudice against him. Next, this guy must be out of luck.
"You are Yan Hao? Sure enough … "
Mr. Jiang squinted at Yan Hao and drawled his words, which made Yan Hao full of expectation and wait for Mr. Jiang's praise with a smile.
"Sure enough, mud can't help a wall, and you are so smelly."
Mr. Jiang wrinkled his nose exaggeratedly and stretched out his hand to fan Yan Hao, as if Yan Hao was a pile of stinky dog shit.
He turned around and walked to the rostrum, ignoring Yan Hao, leaving Yan Hao stiff on the spot with a burning face. He clenched his fists hard, blue veins bulging on his forehead, and resentment flashed in his eyes.
The corners of Yan Xun's mouth twitched. He did not expect that Mr. Jiang would not give him face like this. After scolding him, he still scolded his grandson, which made him gnash his teeth with hatred and curse in his heart, "Old man, you have gone too far."
Seeing that the grandfather and grandson of the Yan Family were humiliated, Ding Ning immediately felt very happy. "Mr. Jiang is really a character."
Mr. Jiang and his companions went to the rostrum and began to examine Xiao Yan without a moment's pause.
Although Xiao Yan did not know Mr. Jiang, she had seen several TCM doctors clustered around him like subordinates, so she knew that he must be a big shot in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, so she cooperated with them and allowed them to examine her.
She thought excitedly, "Even if Ding Ning can't cure her, with so many TCM doctors here, her disease will definitely be cured."
As time went by, more than a dozen TCM doctors felt Xiao Yan's pulse one by one, their faces became extremely solemn, and they gathered together to discuss something in a low voice.
The scene fell into a dead silence, and everyone's eyes were focused on the rostrum, waiting for them to announce the result.
Mr. Jiang might have been worried that Yan Xun would not accept the diagnosis result, so he specially asked him to diagnose Xiao Yan.
Seeing their solemn expressions, Xiao Yan inexplicably became nervous again, frowned, and looked at them expectantly.
After the diagnosis, Yan Xun nodded affirmatively, but his face became very pale.
Because he made a specific diagnosis on the basis of Ding Ning's conclusion that it was spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, he judged that Xiao Yan was suffering from spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage from some subtle symptoms.
What did this mean? It meant that Ding Ning's medical skills were by no means as simple as he had imagined. Without his previous diagnosis result, he could not find the cause of Xiao Yan's disease directly.
However, this was also normal. After all, spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage was an extremely difficult disease to diagnose in the medical field. Even in Western medicine, only after the disease broke out and even caused complications could the patient be diagnosed through comprehensive examinations such as CT, head MRI, and cerebrospinal fluid examination.
Xiao Yan had not broken out at the moment, but Ding Ning concluded that she was suffering from spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage through some subtle symptoms. It could be seen that his medical skills were excellent.
Yan Xun remained calm on the surface, but he sighed inwardly. "Even I admire Ding Ning's medical skills, but Yan Hao dares to challenge Ding Ning without knowing the immensity of heaven and earth. He is asking for humiliation."
No wonder Mr. Jiang suddenly appeared here. Perhaps he saw Ding Ning's potential and wanted to take him as his disciple.
However, there was no turning back now. The relationship between the Yan Family and Ding Ning had reached the point of being incompatible like fire and water, and he could not watch his grandson Yan Hao's reputation be ruined like this.
Even if the patient Ding Ning chose was indeed better than Yan Hao, so what? Xiao Yan's spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage was caused by arteriovenous malformation, which was not so easy to cure, and it was still unknown who would win.
Thinking of this, Yan Xun cheered up again. Even he could not cure spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, and he did not believe that Ding Ning could cure it.
As long as Ding Ning could not cure it, Yan Hao could still win in the end.
After the diagnosis of all the TCM experts present, it was announced that Ding Ning won in the first stage of this round.
Many people present did not know what kind of disease spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage was, but just from its name, they knew it was very advanced, and it was obviously much more serious than occult filariasis, so they had no objection to this result.
Yan Hao's face was as gloomy as water, but under Yan Xun's quiet reminder, he cheered up soon. "Yes, if the disease can be found, it must be cured. The one who laughs last is the winner."
Not only Yan Xun realized this, but Mr. Jiang and others also considered this, but except for Mr. Jiang and a small number of people who were confident in Ding Ning, others were not optimistic about Ding Ning.
"Now enter the next stage, treat the patient on the spot."
Mr. Jiang did not compete for the position of chief referee from Executive Jiang, and it was still Executive Jiang who announced it.
The reporters' flashlights flashed again, and Yan Hao appeared confidently with his head held high and walked briskly to the patient.
Ding Ning did not rush to start and let Yan Hao do it first. He wanted to see the magic of the famous Seven Needles of Yangui.
It had to be said that Yan Hao was respected as the Little King of Needles at a young age, and he did have some skills. Although the Seven Needles of Yangui had not reached the peak, it could be regarded as a consummate skill.
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