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"Is Qingjiang kidding? Send such a young man to compete with the province's leading medical experts?"

"I see that Qingjiang's thousand-year-old third-in-command position can no longer be kept. Is this considered angry?"

"Isn't there a rumor that a mysterious master will participate in the competition in Qingjiang this time? Is this what they call the mysterious master?"

"This is too ridiculous. Qingjiang doesn't want to participate in the competition at all. Can he just find someone to deal with it?"

The appearance of Pi Yangyang caused an uproar.

Look at the ten doctors on stage in front of you. Which one is not gray-haired?

But Pi Yangyang is only in his early twenties, not much older than the college students here. Where did he get the courage to go on stage and compete with so many medical experts in the province?

The host was also stunned, looking at Pi Yangyang in disbelief, his mouth opened, and he didn't know how to introduce it.

He wanted to ask: Did Pi Yangyang come to compete?

Those who originally lined up in Qingjiang instantly regretted it.

"It's over. I thought Qingjiang would send a more powerful person to participate in the competition this year, but I didn't expect it to be a young boy! My illness is hopeless..."

"I want to change teams..."

Many people went directly to the teams with a small number of people.

Now they would rather believe those doctors from small towns than Pi Yangyang standing on the stage.

There was a commotion in the patient area.

If some people hadn't been slow to act, even if they had passed, they would have known that it might not be their turn.

With the mentality that it would be better to let this young man on the stage take a look than come here in vain, I reluctantly stayed in Qingjiang's team.

Originally there were dozens of people lined up, but now there are only a dozen or so at once.

Facing the sudden stop of applause, the doubts from the audience, and the overreaction in the patient area, Pi Yangyang didn't care at all. He calmly sat down in front of the reception table and placed his needle pack on it.

Other doctors all brought wrist pillows to make it easier to diagnose the patient's pulse, but Pi Yangyang didn't have anything except a needle bag.

The students, patients, and even the judges and special award-giving guests in the audience all shook their heads slightly.

The feeling Pi Yangyang gave them was really unreliable.

The three referees were even communicating in low voices, discussing whether to talk to Qingjiang's representatives and ask them to replace them.

Liu Zhicheng, president of the Chinese Medicine Association, thought for a while, got up and walked off the stage, coming to Li Lifu and others.

"Dean Li, is that young man your elected representative from Qingjiang? Is this a mistake?"

Liu Zhicheng asked Li Lifu directly.

Li Lifu smiled and said calmly: "President Liu, we have considered this carefully. Even though he is young, his medical skills are definitely better than mine."

Hu Jinfang also nodded and said: "Dean Li is right. I didn't understand Dean Li's decision at first. But yesterday I saw this young man's medical skills, which really impressed me. So, I also agree with Li. The dean decided to let Mr. Pi represent our Qingjiang team in the competition."

When Liu Zhidan saw that Li Lifu and Hu Jinfang were so insistent and believed in Pi Yangyang so much, he couldn't say anything more, so he could only nodded and said: "Okay, as long as you are sure that there is nothing wrong, then I won't say more. What's wrong? I hope this young man can create miracles for Qingjiang."

Li Lifu nodded and said confidently: "I think... I will."

Although Liu Zhicheng was puzzled, he really couldn't say anything else.

After all, this was a contestant selected by others and it complied with the procedures. He could not force Pi Yangyang to step down.

At this time, Miao Yi, the representative from Lincheng, and Liu Wen, the representative from the provincial capital, had already taken the stage. The audience cheered and applauded for a long time.

Miao Yi is full of legend. He is the descendant of the Ghost Medical School among the three major medical sects in the Jianghu. He has always been sought after by students in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Not to mention Liu Wen, he comes from a sect of immortal medicine and is a visiting professor at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Many students here have listened to his classes and admire him even more.

Both of them are in their early seventies, but they are in good spirits, with rosy faces, straight backs and steady steps.

Seeing these two people, Xie Tiangan's face suddenly twitched, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he said somewhat dullly: "Do you think that young man named Pi can defeat these two masters?"

Li Lifu said in a deep voice: "You may not be invincible!"

Xie Tiangan snorted and said disdainfully: "It's really whimsical."

At this time, a middle-aged man in his early fifties came over, looked at Li Lifu, smiled "haha", stretched out his hand and said, "Dean Li, we meet again."

This person is Zeng Buhao, the director of Lincheng Central Hospital. He also comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine and enjoys a high reputation in Lincheng.

He had participated in competitions on behalf of Lincheng, but he lost to Li Lifu both times he participated.

He has always been worried about this matter.

In order to regain the lost face, he spent a lot of money and went to the Ghost Doctor Valley several times to invite Miao Yi, the top disciple of the Ghost Doctor Sect, and built a luxurious house in Lincheng, allowing Miao Yi to settle in Lincheng.

Sure enough, Miao Yi represented Lin Cheng in the competition the following year, defeated Li Lifu in one fell swoop, and won second place.

Since then, Qingjiang has become the third oldest person in the world.

Not long ago, Zeng Buhao heard that Qingjiang would send a mysterious master to participate in the competition this time. He was nervous, thinking that Qingjiang had also invited masters from the three major medical schools.

Unexpectedly, the person representing Qingjiang in the battle was actually a young boy. He suddenly became happy and couldn't help but walked over.

Li Lifu knew the purpose of his coming, and couldn't help but sneer secretly in his heart.

But with a smile on his face, he shook hands with him and said politely: "Dean Zeng, you are in good spirits."

Zeng Buhao turned to look at the stage, his eyes flickered, and asked: "Dean Li, it seems that Qingjiang's medical community has a promising future. Why did you send such a young man to participate in the competition this time?"

Li Lifu smiled slightly and said: "This young man is a native of Qingjiang. Although he is still very young, his medical skills are the only one who completely impressed me. Dean Zeng, you should not take this competition lightly. ."

Zeng Buhao's complexion changed slightly, looking a little ugly.

Li Lifu's words were a mockery of Lin Cheng's search for foreign aid. Because the Ghost Doctor Sect is not in southern Chu, but in northwest China.

Of course he would not believe what Li Lifu said and believed that Li Lifu had only two purposes for letting Pi Yangyang come to power.

The first one is to train young people.

The second purpose is to let Pi Yangyang compete on stage. Even if he loses, it will not be too embarrassing, because Pi Yangyang is too young after all.

Of course, these thoughts only existed in Zeng Buhao's heart and could not be expressed out loud.

He said with a smile: "In that case, let's wait and see. I hope Qingjiang can break the title of the third oldest person in a thousand years..."

Li Lifu smiled slightly and said calmly: "Thank you, Dean Zeng, for your encouragement."

Zeng Buhao turned around and left. The moment he turned around, a look of disdain appeared on his face, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

encourage?

For a player like this, even if I really encourage him, what's the use?

At this time, the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and the president of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine came to the stage to speak. They were nothing more than passionate and passionate sayings that traditional Chinese medicine has been inherited by China for thousands of years. Our generation should strengthen ourselves, inherit the wisdom of our ancestors, and carry forward traditional Chinese medicine.

Pi Yangyang listened for a while and felt it was indifferent, so he took out his mobile phone and started to read some news.

When the three referees and guests saw his nonchalant look, they all looked surprised and shook their heads secretly.

After finishing his speech, the host announced that the competition would begin immediately.