Medical Sovereign

Yes, what Curry Jones said makes sense. Although Chinese medicine diagnoses faster than us, its accuracy is definitely not as high as ours. Everyone, cheer up. This time, we must win beautifully. "

Seeing that morale was low, a respected old medical expert knew that he would definitely lose if things continued like this, so he could only echo Curry Jones to boost morale.

"Indeed, although the diagnosis speed of traditional Chinese medicine is faster than ours, the accuracy is certainly not as high as ours. We will not lose. Come on, everyone."

"Yes, we have the most advanced medical equipment in the world, and the diagnostic accuracy is definitely not comparable to that of traditional Chinese medicine with the naked eye. We will definitely win."

"It's not that we will definitely win, but we must win. We can't afford to lose. I came to China with all my strength just to communicate with Academician Ding, but he hasn't made a move yet. If I lose to his assistant, what else can I do? Meet people with face.”

"Winning or losing is not important, what is important is participation. To be honest, no matter whether I win or lose today, I feel that Chinese medicine has its merits."

"Any school of medicine has its merits. This is not an issue we should consider. Let's win this round first. Otherwise, we will be really embarrassed to see others."

Although everyone knew that even if they won, it would be disgraceful, but losing would be even more embarrassing, so they worked hard to win this round first.

Although they had to admit that the diagnosis method of traditional Chinese medicine was indeed faster and more convenient than that of Western medicine, they also believed that the diagnosis efficiency of traditional Chinese medicine based on naked eyes and experience was indeed very high, but it was also more prone to errors, so they quickly regained their confidence. , firmly believe that even if the diagnosis speed is not as good as the other party, they will definitely win in the end.

Soon, the game resumed.

Perhaps because they felt that there was no chance of winning in terms of speed of diagnosis, and they were trying their best to win in terms of quality, the American delegation no longer pursued speed, but did a very serious and meticulous examination of every patient.

Wenrou was not affected by them. She checked as she should, maintaining the same speed as before, and soon overtook the United States.

The Internet was filled with joy. Those keyboard warriors who had no sense of moral integrity started to praise her overwhelmingly and pursue her blindly and crazily.

However, some professionals pointed out that don't be too happy too early. After all, this round of competition is based on the diagnosis results. Fast diagnosis does not mean that the diagnosis results are correct.

This method undoubtedly poured cold water on the excited audience.

Let people calm down and wait quietly for the final result.

Time passed by, and groups of patients were brought up, diagnosed, and then taken down again.

Beads of sweat had formed on Wenrourou's forehead, and a trace of fatigue began to show on her face.

Diagnosis is not only high-intensity physical work, but also a strenuous mental activity. She must maintain a high degree of mental concentration at all times, and the consumption of mental energy can be imagined. Therefore, although she is not physically tired, the overdraft of energy makes her feel tired. She was a little exhausted.

Ding Ning subconsciously sat up straight, a look of distress flashed in her eyes, but she did not let anyone complete the rest of the diagnosis on her behalf, because the stage today belonged to her, and it was also the place where she might break out of her cocoon and become a butterfly. crucial moment.

He was never stingy with his own women. Whether it was the "God Refining Art", the "God Cleansing Art" or the "God Control Art", Ding Ning taught Rou Rourou all of them.

However, perhaps because of the reason for the growth, although she has the realm of true martial arts, her progress in mental power is extremely slow. She is almost eating the pills that enhance her mental power, but it still fails to make her. Open up the sea of ​​consciousness.

Although there are many warriors who have not opened up the sea of ​​​​knowledge in the true martial arts realm, for Ding Ning, a perfectionist

For a woman, this kind of flaw was simply unacceptable to him, so he wanted to find another way to see if he could use this rare opportunity to force her to activate her potential and open up the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

If it had been anyone else, he might not have had much hope, but Wenrou's tenacity that never gave up made this possibility infinitely greater.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock!

In this constant-temperature venue, her clothes were soaked with sweat, as if she had just been fished out of the water. The big beads of sweat on her forehead were dripping like raindrops. Her steps were slightly staggering, and there was a thick feeling between her eyebrows. Tired, but still trying hard to persevere.

Mr. Wen couldn't help but feel distressed. He pursed his lips several times and hesitated to speak. After all, he still didn't have the nerve to speak. This is a medical summit that attracts global attention, not at home.

Wenrou was not standing on the stage as his granddaughter, but as a member of the Chinese medical delegation. He was not able to express his emotions in public or private.

"Do you want to change someone?"

Katharina couldn't bear to see it, so she took the initiative to ask.

Although as a referee, this question seems to be biased towards China, but this match itself is a team match between the two countries. Wenrou is always fighting against a team alone. There is no rule that no midfield substitutions are allowed, so her question does not count. violation.

Ding Ning hesitated for a moment and did not answer. Instead, he looked at Wenrou with a questioning look in his eyes.

Although he wanted to take the opportunity to sharpen her will and force her to open up the sea of ​​consciousness, he still felt heartbroken when he saw Wenrou looking like she might faint at any moment.

At this moment, his heart was extremely tangled and contradictory. He could not bear her suffering, but he also hoped that she could persevere and make a breakthrough under extreme pressure.

Therefore, he gave the choice to Wenrou, and no matter what choice she made, he would respect her opinion.

"No... no need, I can do that."

Wenrou took a white towel handed to her by the staff and wiped her face, shook her head and said with firm eyes.

"Don't force it, just say it if you really can't hold on."

Although Ding Ning was very happy, she still gave a distressed warning.

"I can."

Wenrou said with a stubborn look, tied a snow-white towel around her right wrist, shook her body with a desperate attitude, turned around and continued to focus on diagnosing the patient.

Ding Ning's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything. He sighed slightly in his heart, with a complicated and gratifying look in his eyes.

Although Mr. Wen felt distressed, seeing his granddaughter become so promising, he immediately felt deeply gratified and felt that he was right to strongly support her decision to study medicine with Ding Ning.

You know, this precious granddaughter was causing trouble all day long in Yanjing. She never made big mistakes but kept making small mistakes. She was less worry-free than the young masters of the big families and gave him a deep headache.

Therefore, when this troublemaker solemnly proposed to go to Ninghai to study medicine with Ding Ning, everyone in the family opposed it, but he was the only one who expressed full support despite all opinions.

After all, for such an old girl, she would be idle all day like a wild boy. It would be difficult for her to get married in the future. It was rare that she wanted to do something with her heart, and he, as a grandfather, would naturally support her strongly.

Of course, he didn't expect his granddaughter to really learn anything good. He just hoped that she would have something to do and not cause trouble everywhere.

But at this moment, Wenrourou's performance has far exceeded his expectations. Not only has her medical skills improved, but she has also become extremely responsible, which makes him feel gratified from the bottom of his heart.

Compared with the changes in my granddaughter, winning or losing in this competition seems not to be so important. Even if I lose this round, it is still an honor to lose. What's more, it's not still...

Does Ding Ning, the Dinghai Divine Needle, know anything about it?

It's not that he has blind confidence in Ding Ning, but that his granddaughter has learned a lot after just two or three months of following him. She is able to fight against the world's top team of medical experts alone. A glimpse of the whole world shows how advanced his medical skills are. The level of testing can be imagined.

This made him happy and at the same time full of confidence in the final victory of this bet. Ding Ning was worthy of being hailed as a national treasure by the head of state himself as a giant panda, and he fully deserved this praise.

The tenth and last patient in the group was finally sent to the stage in the evening. Wenrou raised her arms and wiped the sweat from her forehead, supporting her shaky body. The feeling of overdraft and weakness made her brain dizzy. Everything I saw was blurry.

He shook his head, trying hard to maintain the clarity of the mourning platform, and walked toward the patient with staggering steps.

He held on to one side of the stretcher to maintain his center of gravity, braced himself, and after carefully asking about the patient's lesions, he felt the pulse, opened the patient's eyelids, looked at the tongue coating, and quickly made a judgment.

He raised his hand, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, and crookedly wrote on the diagnosis: weak bones, inability to walk, curvature of the back and swelling of the joints, kidneys...

Before she finished writing, Wenrou rolled her eyes and threw her head towards the ground.

"Rourou."

Mr. Wen's expression changed drastically, he suddenly stood up and exclaimed.

But then his eyes flashed, and Ding Ning appeared behind Wenrou and held her in his arms.

There was dead silence.

The audience in front of the TV was also silent.

Jaw-dropped, dumbfounded, and in disbelief, everyone rubbed their eyes in unison, wondering if they were dazzled.

What did they see?

The seats of the Chinese delegation were more than ten meters away from the stage. Their eyes were blurred when Ding Ning suddenly appeared next to Wenrou, holding her in his arms just as she was about to fall. .

The audience in front of the TV was a little better. They secretly guessed that it was probably because of the camera angle that they didn't realize that Ding Ning had been preparing for it, so they were able to hug her in time.

But the participants at the meeting didn't think so. Ding Ning was always the focus of their attention. Even if they were watching the competition intently, there were still many people watching him secretly. They were sure that just before Wenrou fainted, A few seconds later, Ding Ning was still at the seat of the Chinese delegation.

Then how on earth did he appear on stage in an instant and hug the unconscious Wenrou in time? This put a question mark in everyone's mind.

Sun Yaozu's pupils shrank violently, but his heart was filled with panic. Ding Ning was actually a warrior? This greatly exceeded his expectation.

Except for the people in Yaowang Valley, no one knows that he is a strong warrior himself, but Yaowang Valley has a method of condensing aura, and he rarely has the opportunity to fight with others. He always uses his skills as a healer. He was walking outside in name, so even Xue Mili just regarded him as an ordinary person.

He glanced at Xemili secretly and saw that her expression was calm and showed no signs of surprise, which made him suddenly wake up.

It seems that the Rothschild family's intelligence system has clearly investigated Ding Ning, and they already know that he is a warrior.

This made him feel surprisingly angry and full of the feeling of being deceived. Shemily knew this, but why didn't she tell him?

It wasn't that he was afraid of Ding Ning's status as a warrior, but that there was an ancestral motto in Yaowang Valley that would never allow his cultivation to be shown in front of outsiders unless it was a matter of life and death.