Nie Yuan carefully wiped the sweat off An Yiqing’s forehead. This was already the third piece of gauze he had soaked; the energy required for suturing the ridian was unimaginable.
The guests who went out for lunch were gradually returning to the competition arena, having watched a whole morning of blood-soaked live broadcasts, everyone had little appetite. They simply ate sothing in the hotel and returned.
The competition was still ongoing, with participating groups gradually announcing the end of their surgeries. More and more contestants were returning to their seats after changing clothes and disinfecting.
At 3 PM, only three participating groups still hadn’t completed their tasks, and the dicine Sect group was one of them.
By 4:30 PM, the other two groups had finished one after another, leaving only the dicine Sect group on the field.
"Why is it taking so long? Could it be they can’t do it at all?" A contestant in the participant seating area muttered.
"Think before you speak, okay? That’s ridian suturing, not sewing pork. Even a highly skilled old professor would need ten hours or more to do this!" Another contestant rolled his eyes in ridicule.
"I was just saying it casually." The previous contestant grumbled unhappily, "I’ve only heard of ridian suturing, never seen it. Even my teacher doesn’t dare to do it. I don’t know if An Yiqing can do it well."
"I think it’s about right. I’ve heard An Yiqing is quite famous in Xuanjin. Anyway, I have a lot of confidence in her."
Such comnts occasionally appeared among the competitors and guests, and of course, there were many waiting to see An Yiqing fail.
An hour passed, and by now it was 5:30 in the evening. Everyone present watched An Yiqing, bowed down and seemingly motionless. They witnessed Nie Yuan soaking piece after piece of gauze for her and saw An Yiqing’s second senior brother and third senior brother throwing large piles of bloody cotton into buckets. An Yiqing’s body and hands were covered in blood. She seed not to know fatigue, her eyes not even blinking, maintaining her bowed posture.
Watching An Yiqing like this, both guests and staff suddenly felt deep respect for her.
Even online, the chatter had quieted down as netizens sat before their screens, watching the slender figure maintain the sa posture for eight to nine hours!
Many people simultaneously screenshot An Yiqing’s figure and posted it on major forums. This, this is a true healer!
By 8:30 in the evening, the guests who had dinner had all returned. This was the pri ti evening slot; the public finished their day’s work and dinner, went online and were drawn by the posts on major forums, eagerly turning to watch the competition’s live broadcast.
Because of An Yiqing, the viewership of the dical exchange competition soared once again!
At 9:10, An Yiqing announced the completion of the ridian suturing!
She was slowly helped to stand by Nie Yuan and three senior brothers, having held the sa position for ten hours left her waist almost numb, unable to stand upright.
The trio circulated their inner breath, sending warm currents into An Yiqing’s body through her surgical gown.
At that mont, there was no distinction between genders among them; they were comrades fighting against death together!
The rotating input of inner breath from the three brothers made An Yiqing’s waist feel a little better. She shook her head, indicating she was fine, and signaled Nie Yuan to press the finish button.
Several judges had been waiting outside the sterile area, along with dozens of students behind them, all awaiting An Yiqing to open the sterile area’s door.
With all eyes on them, Nie Yuan opened the sterile area door, and with the help of his two junior brothers, brought An Yiqing out.
"Professor, we didn’t disappoint." An Yiqing’s first words upon walking out were directed at the representative of the judges.
The judge representative opened his mouth slightly, looking at An Yiqing’s sowhat pale face. In the end, he didn’t say anything, just nodded silently, his eyes filled with appreciation.
He, along with the other judges, changed clothes and entered the sterile area for inspection.
More than ten minutes later, when they erged again, their expressions were very complex.
"Professor, how is the patient?" a student asked.
The judges were still imrsed in shock, without replying.
Everyone looked at each other, could it be they failed?
Thinking of this possibility, many who regarded An Yiqing and dicine Sect as formidable opponents secretly showed sinister smiles.
"The dicine Sect group’s ridian suturing... is impeccable!"
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