If you choose rashly, not only won’t you get extra points, but you might also lose so, which would be counterproductive. Anyway, there are over two hundred patients; maybe there’s one who can be easily treated, so the first step should be to quickly find a target.
After more than ten minutes of probing and exploration, Hua Yingjie was the first to take action. He entered a ward, wrote his na, and then perford surgery on a patient with a carnivorous fungal infection, cutting away the rotting flesh on his arm.
"I must get more points in this round. The one with the most total points is the champion of the competition. I must win."
Hua Yingjie resolved to himself while operating.
Seeing Hua Yingjie make his move, Bai Shengqi imdiately chose his target for treatnt as well.
Suddenly, many contestants began to act; doing nothing would lead to elimination. They had to take the step sooner or later, so they could only go all out.
Watching the people around him bustling about, Tang Ming had a strange expression: "I thought the finals of the dical competition would be a face-off. If it’s just a points-based elimination system, as long as I’m not in the last ten, I should be safe."
Thinking of this, Tang Ming didn’t rush. After all, he was confident in his dical skills. He could get a point no matter which ward he entered.
As ti went on, except for Zhou Xiaoqian who was idle waiting for the contest to end, everyone else was busy.
This competition proved that Traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine have no superiority over each other to so extent. Many Western dicine experts could complete the tasks smoothly using instrunts. Similarly, so Traditional Chinese dicine practitioners were powerless against various diseases, getting points deducted repeatedly.
Two hours later, the first round of competition ended, and the person with the highest score was Tang Xinhai, with 110 points. He surprisingly treated ten patients in two hours, making Tang Ming look at him in a new light.
Compared to Tang Xinhai’s impressive scores, another eliminated contestant’s results were even more astounding. It was a short, chubby guy whose final score was fifty points. He had chosen fifty patients consecutively and couldn’t treat any of them, causing his score to drop directly from one hundred to fifty.
"The first round of the competition is over, now please check your scores."
Huang Hexian gathered everyone again and looked up at the big screen.
The scores of everyone were officially announced. The top ten all scored over one hundred, while those behind scored below one hundred. So completed tasks but faced failures; others kept failing, so their scores remained below one hundred. Even so, the scores of the nine people behind were shocking, all around sixty to seventy, unable to complete any tasks.
Seeing these scores, everyone realized that this round was not about who scored higher, but who lost more points and whether they could complete a task.
In simple terms, if you really have the skill, as long as you cure one patient, you could ensure advancent even if you don’t make another move.
Tang Ming did just that, making only one move in the whole process to score 101 points, with a few others doing the sa.
Of course, those like Hua Yingjie and Bai Shengqi, who were single-mindedly aiming for the championship, naturally went all out on tasks, ranking second and third respectively.
"My score is one hundred? Does that an I advanced?"
Zhou Xiaoqian looked at her score on the big screen in disbelief, having done nothing and neither gained nor lost points.
"Damn, why am I just in ninth place, just short of advancing."
A young man wearing glasses with a dazed look started crying bitterly, though he too hadn’t completed a single task, his score was just enough for him to be ranked ninth from the bottom and got eliminated.
"Why are you crying? You weren’t eliminated."
Huang Hexian scolded impatiently: "Contestant Zhou Xiaoqian had no action throughout and will be eliminated along with the eight people behind her."
"What?"
The guy with glasses looked perplexed.
Zhou Xiaoqian looked at Tang Ming with disappointnt.
"Go ahead."
Tang Ming nodded, smiling to comfort her.
"Those who are eliminated, please leave, and the others prepare to enter the next round."
Huang Hexian glanced at the elder beside him and spoke gently, his eyes gleaming with excitent, as this marked the true start of the dical competition.
The big door opened, and Zhou Xiaoqian left the scene dejectedly with the other eight, while the elder beside Huang Hexian also left the building with them.
"Tang Ming, good luck!"
After walking out of the door, Zhou Xiaoqian, with reddened eyes, looked back at the closed gate.
"Ladies and gentlen, congratulations!"
Just then, the white-haired elder slowly spoke.
"We’ve been eliminated, what’s there to congratulate us on?"
The chubby guy in last place pursed his lips gloomily.
"Who said you were eliminated? This dical competition has officially ended, congratulations on becoming the top ten in this dical competition."
The elder gave a mysterious smile and spoke such a puzzling statent.
"What does it an?"
Zhou Xiaoqian looked confused, unable to understand what had happened.
"You’ll understand soon."
The elder suddenly raised his hand, a layer of dazzling multicolored energy surged from his body, and Zhou Xiaoqian and others fainted imdiately.
Not knowing how much ti had passed, Zhou Xiaoqian slowly woke up and found herself lying on a comfortable big bed.
"Xiaoqian, you’re finally awake. What on earth happened?"
ng Xianjun, Yingzi, and Sun Zhuangjia appeared at the window, watching Zhou Xiaoqian anxiously.
"This, where is this place? Why are you here?"
Zhou Xiaoqian’s face changed dramatically: "What happened?"
"Sis, I want to ask you that. How did you beco the runner-up of the dical competition? Who is the champion?"
ng Xianjun looked speechlessly at Zhou Xiaoqian.
"Wow, little girl, I really didn’t expect you to be so capable, getting second place in the dical competition. Is the champion my junior brother?"
Sun Zhuangjia also sighed with emotion.
"What? Oh right, I am the runner-up of the dical competition."
Zhou Xiaoqian suddenly beca excited. In her mories, she had indeed won second place in the dical competition.
"We know you’re the runner-up, but where are old Hua and Tang Ming?"
ng Xianjun took out a list and shouted angrily: "What the hell is this top ten? Besides you, I don’t know any of them. Where is Tang Ming? Where is Hua Yingjie? Bai Shengqi? And who is this first place? Why is it a question mark?"
"I, I..."
Zhou Xiaoqian opened her mouth, quickly covering her head: "I can’t rember, did Tang Ming also participate in the dical competition? Why don’t I rember at all?"
"Sis, are you pretending to have amnesia?"
Seeing Zhou Xiaoqian’s response, ng Xianjun looked bewildered.
"I truly can’t rember. I only recall becoming the runner-up of the dical competition, but the specific process of the competition and many details are all fuzzy."
Zhou Xiaoqian rubbed her head in distress.
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