"The captain of the Jiqi Team made a good point. Since the dicine Sect possesses a thod to diagnose pulmonary tissue hyperplasia, why not showcase it for everyone? It’s an exchange competition, after all, and exchange should naturally be the main focus."
"This Mr. Shi has a point." An Yiqing turned her head to glance at the speaking Shi Ying, her red lips slightly curved, with a hint of sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth, "As a contestant of the dicine Sect, I want to give everyone a perfect explanation. As a Xuanjin person, I also want to ensure that friends worldwide have a correct understanding of Ancient dicine!"
Shi Ying’s heart skipped a beat, and his gentle smile froze on his face. He had intended to kick An Yiqing while she was down, but she had elevated her actions to the level of national integrity with just a couple of sentences. The dicine Sect actively promotes Ancient dicine, but the Poison dicine Sect remained aloof from start to finish, sparking a trace of anger among all Xuanjin viewers watching the live broadcast.
The Xuanjin people have always been like this; no matter how fierce the argunts in peaceful tis, they will always unite when it involves national integrity.
Most of the nationals wish for our ancestors’ dical arts to be glorified. Regardless of whether An Yiqing’s previous actions dissatisfied the contestants, the mont she aid to promote Ancient dicine, the hearts of the Xuanjin people began to lean towards her.
If the Poison dicine Sect continues to side with the western teams at this ti, they will face unanimous condemnation from the Xuanjin people.
Shi Ying dared not speak further, offering a sheepish smile as he sat down in disgrace.
"Contestant An Yiqing, do you need assistance from others?" the judges’ representative asked.
An Yiqing shook her head, smiling with confidence and radiance: "Thank you, but I am enough by myself. I suggest the professors quickly arrange the inspection instrunts; otherwise, once I’ve completed the examination, the arena will beco noisy again."
The guest seats erupted in laughter, except for a few, such as Guh Tian and Guh Siyi, whose faces alternated between green and pale.
The senior mbers of the jury also found it sowhat amusing; the word "noisy," whether in the international language or Xuanjin language, isn’t a complint.
Apparently...the quack of ducks is often referred to as "noisy."
With a playful jab, An Yiqing beckoned to Xiao Jiu, signaling him to bring the backpack he was carrying over.
Not knowing why, Xiao Jiu obediently delivered the backpack onto the stage.
Inside this backpack are three sets of Silver Needles and so dical tools. Concerned about any potential mishap, Xiao Jiu had prepared so extras for his senior brothers and sisters.
But...hadn’t Sister Xiao Qing already asked him for a pack of Silver Needles earlier?
Bewildered, Xiao Jiu scratched his head and shuffled off the stage.
Of course, An Yiqing didn’t lack Silver Needles or surgical tools. However, she couldn’t just conjure items from the Ancient Space in front of the world, could she?
This backpack was ant to be a cover.
Greeting the three experts by the bedside in the international language, An Yiqing smiled as she sat by the bedside, whispering to the patient: "Sir, don’t be nervous. I need to examine your body once more. This is being broadcast globally, so cooperate well with , and tomorrow, we’ll both be famous."
Through the microphone near her mouth, An Yiqing’s words were heard throughout the arena and through caras to the audience’s ears. Everyone laughed in unison, feeling a bit more friendly towards An Yiqing. Nowadays, a slightly famous doctor can be too arrogant. They can’t communicate well, and the patient doesn’t get proper attention, making a hospital visit feel like serving an ancestor. As such, a doctor like An Yiqing, who jokes around, was much liked.
Naturally, the elderly patient in the bed liked her, too.
Previously, it was this pretty young lady who alleviated his severe dry cough, so he trusted her, indeed.
"Alright, I hope I can open my eyes and beco famous with you around the world." He said weakly.
"Of course, with here, you’ll witness that day." An Yiqing smiled, her clear eyes sparkling with brilliance, "Sir, I am going to insert a few needles into you, which might hurt a bit. But I promise, in half an hour, you will feel very comfortable. Okay?"
The elderly man nodded.
Without further ado, An Yiqing reached into her backpack and, under everyone’s watchful eyes, took out a white satin bag, a dicine Cauldron about the size of a soup bowl, and a heap of black and green leaves.
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