"Afraid of you? Haha, little girl, do you have so misunderstanding about the path of dicine?" Seeing Linglong dare to jump out and provoke, Fang Wushang laughed, "Since you want to compete with Senior Brother Yin Chanzi, why does he need to act? I don't need to either. Xiao Wang, you go."
Speaking, Fang Wushang pointed to a disciple in his twenties, proudly said, "Let him compete with you so that no one can say Senior Brother Yin Chanzi is bullying you."
At this mont, Fang Wushang was indeed imnsely proud.
In fact, Yin Chanzi had co two days earlier with good news, saying that Fang Wushang was allowed to join dicine King Valley as the eighteenth-generation disciple.
When he received this news, Fang Wushang felt like he was hit with happiness and beca dizzy.
He thought he might at best beco an outer sect disciple of dicine King Valley, never expecting to be directly absorbed as an inner disciple.
This honor made Fang Wushang's back straighten considerably.
With dicine King Valley as his backing, Fang Wushang naturally had no fear of Mai Gu and Ye Guichen.
He called people to cause trouble yesterday just to knock Mai Gu a bit, without expecting them to really shut down for reorganization.
Seeing that Mai Gu actually opened today, Fang Wushang was overjoyed.
This was a great opportunity to suppress Shennong Sect.
Moreover, it was a great opportunity to show off in front of Yin Chanzi, which he naturally couldn't miss.
Seeing Fang Wushang so tactful, Yin Chanzi also nodded lightly, "That's right. If I were to personally handle you, people would gossip and say I'm bullying a girl. Let Junior Brother Fang's disciple duel you."
Linglong had already disliked Yin Chanzi and Fang Wushang's smug looks and stared straight at the disciple with the surna Wang, provocatively stretching out her thumb and then pointing down, "To tell you the truth, you don't deserve to compete with in dicine, and I can responsibly tell you that you are not my match at all. If you're not afraid of humiliation and insist on bringing disgrace to yourself, then just co at !"
Linglong's arrogant words imdiately made the disciple blush.
Especially after seeing Linglong's beauty, the disciple's eyes lit up, and his heart raced uncontrollably twice.
"Hello, then let's compete and see." The disciple sat behind one of the tables, spreading his hands towards Linglong, "Junior Sister, please!"
The disciple thought he was being graceful, but to Linglong, he seed utterly disgusting, "Pah, do you think you deserve to call Junior Sister?"
In Linglong's mind, the only one in the whole world who could call her Junior Sister was Ye Guichen.
Of course, now Ye Guichen was probably flirting with Chen Ziran sowhere.
At the thought of Chen Ziran, it felt as if sothing was stuck in Linglong's throat. She snorted and sat down with a thump.
Since it was a dical competition, there needed to be patients.
Mai Gu and Fang Wushang exchanged glances, their eyes clashing multiple tis in an instant.
Mai Gu waved his hand and said to Liu Xinyi, "Go announce that our Shennong Hall is opening today with free consultations."
This was also their way of competing in dicine.
As long as it was a Chinese dicine Hall, it was like a martial arts school and often encountered such things.
If soone thought their dical skills were high, to make a na for themselves, they would naturally challenge those Divine Doctors.
The most direct and effective way was to find so random patients from outside and diagnose them separately to determine the winner.
Fang Wushang brought Yin Chanzi to provoke, so Mai Gu was planning to use this trick to deal with him.
Once the news spread, soone quickly rushed in, "I need a consultation."
Since it was free, why not take a look?
Fang Wushang's lips curled into a smile, nodding towards the disciple with the surna Wang.
This Wang Muyi was his most proud disciple, highly talented, and a top graduate from Jinling University of Chinese dicine.
Fang Wushang brought him out this ti to show off.
Wang Muyi, seeing Fang Wushang nod towards him, maintained his politeness, giving Linglong a slight smile, "Junior Sister, do you want to go first or should I?"
"Hey, who's your Junior Sister? Watch your mouth!" Linglong found Wang Muyi increasingly repulsive. She glanced at the patient who had just entered, not even aning to extend her hand, "I've already diagnosed him."
The visitor was a middle-aged man, wearing glasses, looking sowhat sleazy. Especially upon seeing the beautiful doctor Linglong, he couldn't help but lick his lips twice.
The man thought Linglong would feel his pulse first, giving him a chance to touch the beautiful doctor's hand, but when Linglong just glanced at him and declared the diagnosis, he was instantly unhappy, "Hey, isn't this a Chinese dicine Hall? Don't you usually feel the pulse first? How can you diagnose just by looking? Do you even know what you're doing?"
"Exactly, you're just being perfunctory!"
The crowd erupted in a commotion.
Even Fang Wushang and his group were all wearing smug faces, feeling Linglong was just playing to the gallery.
Wang Muyi put on a gracious look, "Junior Sister, are you sure you've diagnosed him?"
"Nonsense, hurry up and check." Linglong impatiently picked up a pen and started writing on a prepared prescription paper.
Seeing Linglong actually writing a prescription, although Wang Muyi found it odd, he still signaled the man to take the seat opposite.
The man sat down very reluctantly, muttering under his breath, "Hmph, I've never trusted Chinese dicine. I want to see what you all can figure out."
Wang Muyi placed his hand on the man's pulse, felt it for a while, nodded slightly, and then picked up the pen to start writing.
Seeing this, the man quickly asked, "You know what's wrong with ?"
Wang Muyi nodded, "Yes, I know."
"Then what's my problem?"
Wang Muyi pointed towards Linglong, "Ladies first, why not let Junior Sister speak first?"
Looking at Wang Muyi's fake deanor, Linglong nearly choked with irritation, "Speak? Fine! What else could it be? In Chinese dicine, we pay attention to 'looking, listening, questioning, and feeling,' and just by looking at you, I know you have kidney deficiency."
Then, she flaunted the prescription in her hand, "Here, this is your prescription, with Angelica, Dahuang, Porcupine skin, and Du Zhong. Take it as I prescribed for a week..."
"Hey, you're talking nonsense! You're the one with kidney deficiency!" The man's face turned red before she finished speaking, and he stord out.
This scene was akin to the adage, 'No silver here, at all!'
Even Wang Muyi's face, which had been eager for a good show, stiffened instantly.
"How is it, Muyi? How's that girl's diagnosis?" Fang Wushang looked at Wang Muyi with anticipation.
Wang Muyi gave a bitter smile, stood up, and walked towards Linglong, "Junior Sister, I lost this round. I didn't expect you to be so skilled, diagnosing just with a glance. I, I willingly admit defeat!"
Upon finishing, he knelt in front of Fang Wushang, "Master, this disciple is dull-witted."
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