There's no first in literature; there's no second in martial arts.
Though dicine is sowhat related to 'literature,' it can definitely distinguish between better and worse.
The judges are those dical experts in the front row of the audience; they are top figures in traditional dicine, and there's no problem in deciding who's superior.
Of course, it must be fair and open, not helping Zhao Xuefeng at all.
In fact, they think Zhao Xuefeng won't need their help. It's a joke; the title of the first in traditional dicine isn't just empty words.
On the stage.
Zhao Xuefeng asked Chu Tian to place her hand on the table, preparing to take the pulse while asking so lifestyle details.
Four diagnoses, the competition is about determining one's health state by so details without asking specifics, then writing down the treatnt thod.
It's different with Hua Dongxu; he instructed ng Nan not to speak and stared at his complexion, as if that dark face could tell him the answer.
Soon, Hua Dongxu observed carefully once, then politely smiled at ng Nan.
Seeing Hua Dongxu smile, ng Nan followed with a silly smile, revealing two rows of teeth contrasting greatly with his dark complexion.
Then ng Nan rolled up his right sleeve and placed his arm on the table, clearly indicating he wanted Hua Dongxu to read his pulse.
Hua Dongxu paused for a mont; obviously, he didn't expect ng Nan to be so cooperative.
Originally intending to write the diagnosis on paper, Hua Dongxu didn't pick up the pen and instead placed his hand on ng Nan's wrist.
After all, this is a competition with Zhao Xuefeng; how can one not take it seriously?
Ti quickly passed by ten seconds, and Hua Dongxu withdrew his hand.
ng Nan opened his mouth and said, "I'll also tell you my daily routine. I..."
Before ng Nan finished, Hua Dongxu shook his head and smiled, saying, "Thank you for your cooperation, I already know your situation, no need to elaborate."
Hua Dongxu's Mandarin was excellent, almost to the degree of a host, so ng Nan heard clearly, and the audience below could also hear distinctly.
This guy seems to have so skills.
No one would think he's arrogant, as seen from his serious expression. He's already trying his best; after all, his opponent is Zhao Xuefeng. How could he win if he's arrogant?
But Zhao Xuefeng was different, his steps in diagnosis were completed, and he was already writing sothing on the paper.
Hua Dongxu picked up a pen and started writing on paper too. ng Nan, sitting opposite him, could see that this Longn Continent native's writing of Celestial Dragon Continent characters was average, just like a primary school student, hence slower.
In the anxious eyes of everyone, the two stopped writing one after another, finishing on the paper.
The most anxious were Chu Tian and ng Nan on stage; after all, they wrote quite a while. If there's no ailnt, why write so much?
Chu Tian looked at Zhao Xuefeng, wanting to ask but hesitating because she was on stage.
ng Nan was different; he had a wooden head. His face was only black, not red, so he wouldn't feel embarrassed, whispering continuously by Hua Dongxu's ear.
Hua Dongxu sotis nodded, sotis shook his head, and that helpless look made people want to laugh.
However, ng Nan's voice was small, so the audience below couldn't hear clearly.
At this mont, Hua Dongxu felt it would be better if he didn't understand the language of the Celestial Dragon Continent; how can such a burly guy be so chatty?
Lin Tian took the diagnosis results from both, looked carefully, then squinted his eyes and smiled.
Seeing Lin Tian's smile, Hua Dongxu felt his heart 'thump'; it wasn't a good on.
Lin Tian didn't announce directly but put it in front of a machine, and then these two diagnoses were enlarged on the screen for everyone to see.
The audience suddenly turned chaotic again; apart from so reporters and guests, almost everyone understood so dicine, so discussions heated up.
The diagnosis sheets weren't signed, but everyone could recognize which was written by Zhao Xuefeng, as his handwriting had powerful strength, unlike the scribbles from hospital doctors that are hard to decipher, but rather full of artistic taste.
The other sheet was more like a child's doodle, obviously recognized, as Hua Dongxu was from Xiaocheng, not familiar with writing Celestial Dragon Continent characters.
On the screen, the diagnosis on the first sheet was simply insomnia and gastritis. Sleeping only 4-6 hours a day, tossing and turning at night. Gastritis was fullness after eating, nausea, and vomiting.
Eating can't be done well, sleeping can't be done well; nothing more torturous than this.
Now everyone noticed that the cute girl wearing thick clothes and blushing on stage was actually quite thin.
The other diagnosis sheet ntioned constipation and liver disease as well as causes: constipation due to irregular living, liver disease due to smoking habits.
The first was written by Zhao Xuefeng, and the second by Hua Dongxu.
Now everyone believes ng Nan isn't a plant by Lin Tian. Compared to constipation, insomnia, and gastritis, it's much easier.
Rember, their second round is live treatnt, how can Zhao Xuefeng treat this?
Both on stage are skilled doctors, but the two sheets imdiately determined the winner. Although different diseases, they are judged by other standards.
Zhao Xuefeng's was more detailed, perhaps with so help from Chu Tian, but isn't the competition about diagnosing more ticulously?
Clearly, Hua Dongxu lost this round.
Below, the teachers and students of Xiaocheng dical College were silent. This result was difficult to accept, but they couldn't refute; Hua Dongxu really lost.
Hua Dongxu bitterly smiled, then said to Zhao Xuefeng, "Seems like there's still a lot I need to learn."
"Haha, we have an old saying in the Celestial Dragon Continent: 'Live and learn,'" Zhao Xuefeng softly replied.
The two, though not explicitly stated, all knew Hua Dongxu admitted defeat, just expressed it gently.
Lin Tian looked at the audience, smiled, and said, "Most of those present are teachers and students from our dical college, this is a fair competition. Please put aside biases and shout out the winner you envision for this round."
"Mr. Zhao!"
"Mr. Zhao!"
"Mr. Zhao!"
The audience below was united; everyone's shout condensed into the word 'Mr. Zhao.' The teachers and students of Xiaocheng dical College remained silent, wanting to shout out Hua Dongxu's na... but they weren't willing to resort to such self-deception.
On Hua Dongxu's face, there was still a smile, but it was a bitter smile. No way, he lost convincingly this round, and the cheers were too loud as if everyone ca to see Zhao Xuefeng alone.
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