Chapter 505 The First Round Victory

“Everyone, I have something to say!”

Just when everyone assumed that the great fun was about to end and they had not fully enjoyed themselves, Yan Hao suddenly raised his arm and cried out, arousing all the people’s interest, and they all turned to him, waiting for what he would say next.

Some extremely deeply hidden resentment appeared and vanished in his eyes. Yan Hao said peacefully, “I don’t dare to doubt all you seniors’ judgment, but you can’t say that it is spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage when there is no diagnosis, right? Besides, even if it is spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, is it a little too early to conclude that he wins before the competition ends?”

Hearing this, everyone thought, “Right, let’s put aside the fact that whether Ding Ning’s diagnosis is correct or not. Even if it is correct, one can’t confirm that he will win before he cures Xiao Yan, right?”

Being interested in the fun was human nature. Although Yan Hao was not liked by others, his words were reasonable, and no one could pick holes in them.

Executive Jiang and his companions also nodded slightly. They would have planned to see Ding Ning’s real ability and Yan Hao’s words were reasonable, so they instantly nodded and said, “No one has said he wins. The competition has not ended yet, and let’s continue now.”

“Now, I think that we should make a diagnosis of Xiao Yan’s disease, shouldn’t we?”

Yan Hao regained his aggressive manner, and his words clearly meant that he still didn’t trust those five judges.

The five judges were irritated, but this was a normal requirement. If they firmly opposed it, it just showed that they had hidden secrets that could not go public.

Executive Jiang raised his eyebrows and said with irony, “I don’t know what kind of diagnosis you want. Will we draw a conclusion only after the King of Yan Needles does the diagnosis?”

“It’s okay to ask my grandpa to do the job! I believe that my grandpa will give all the people a fair explanation.”

Yan Hao said in a manner that he was unwilling to admit himself outdone, and the onlookers were in an uproar. Everyone had just witnessed the bad personalities of the grandfather and his grandson. “Ask Yan Xun to come out to do the diagnosis? What a joke!”

However, Yan Xun had a thick skin. Quite proud of himself, he stood up and making a fist and palm salute, bowed. “Since everyone trusts me so much, let me confirm it myself and see whether the Little Miracle-working Doctor’s diagnosis is wrong or not.”

“Yan Xun, you are still so shameless! It is only the diagnosing of spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, and there is no need for you to make a fool of yourself.”

A sarcastic voice sounded. A skinny old man surrounded by more than a dozen old men of uncommon personality walked out of the crowd.

“My God, it is Mr. Jiang! Dear Lord, Mr. Jiang has come in person!”

“Mr. Jiang, which Mr. Jiang?”

“Who else? It certainly is the Mr. Jiang known as North Jiang, of the most prestigious South Hu and North Jiang in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.”

“My God, Mr. Song, Mr. Chen, Mr. Sun, Mr. Li… Why are these TCM masters all here?”

“This is a great event in the medical world! They are all TCM practitioners of the National Medical and Healthcare Team! Why do they care about the competition of the two youths so much?”

“Mr. Jiang has retired from the National Medical and Healthcare Team, hasn’t he? Why did he come with the TCM practitioners?”

“What’s the trouble with retirement? The state will recruit him with such high medical skills again!”

“If you don’t know, don’t lie. Mr. Jiang came to Yan Jing because the state is preparing to set up the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and is ready to appoint Mr. Jiang as president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.”

“Oh, I see. I was wondering why he suddenly came here since he had retired for a long time.”

“Good deed! It’s a sign that our traditional Chinese medicine is about to revive.”

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The crowd was instantly in an uproar and looked at the most prestigious figures of the field of traditional Chinese medicine, with sparks of excitement in their eyes as if they had met their idols.

“Mr. Jiang.”

Yan Xun was crestfallen. Although he was ridiculed by Mr. Jiang, he did not dare to show disrespect. This was the fierce man who could even retort No. 1 Chief a few times when he was not in a good temper.

If he was hated by him, he should not wish to live a good life for the rest of his life, and his result would be like that of Mr. Hu who would keep away from Mr. Jiang when seeing Mr. Jiang.

“Why are you here, Mr. Jiang?”

The five judges all came over to greet him. They and Mr. Jiang were almost at the same age, but when they met him, they had to greet him in a manner they greeted their teacher.

Of the famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners including those slightly famous ones in the country, more than 50% were either the students of Mr. Hu or the students and their students of Mr. Jiang. This clearly proved the prestige of the two people in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Ding Ning had never seen Mr. Jiang, but he had heard his great name for a long time, and he knew that Mr. Jiang had been unfriendly with Mr. Hu and muttered inwardly, “What did they really come here for in such a large group?” But when he saw him angrily criticize Yan Xun, he could not help having a good impression on him.

“These bastards don’t believe the medical skills of Great Doctor Ding, so I took them here and let them get an experience.”

Mr. Jiang said negligently, making these TCM practitioners around him blush and complain silently, “Master (Great master), you talk too carelessly, and you are too direct.”

Ding Ning had an extremely strange expression. “Mr. Jiang is on bad terms with Mr. Hu, isn’t he? But why does he praise him so highly?”

Executive Jiang said joyfully, “That’s great! With Mr. Jiang as a judge himself, this competition will be more wonderful.”

“Hahaha, okay, then I will assume such authority, but unfortunately, the old guy Hu Xinning is not here, or he would admire me so much.”

Mr. Jiang felt regret for a while as he shook his head. Suddenly everyone smiled with it because they knew that he and Mr. Hu were old opponents.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang.”

Ding Ning walked over and bowed with the fist and palm salute according to the ritual.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang jumped away like an agile ape and avoided it. “You shouldn’t do it; you shouldn’t do it. As an old man, I don’t deserve this bow of Great Doctor Ding.”

Shocked, Ding Ning did not know whether Mr. Jiang was satirizing him or talking sincerely.

All others were even more astonished. “What a joke! South Hu and North Jiang, the best and most prestigious figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine! He is North Jiang, but he said that he did not deserve Ding Ning’s bow. This is the biggest joke in the world.”

But Yan Hao had a happy face. “It seems that Mr. Jiang does not like Ding Ning at all, and he is criticizing him by praising him.” Hurriedly, he took one step forward and said respectfully, “I’m Yan Hao. Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang.”

Yan Hao did think so and had pride at the corner of his mouth. “It’s normal for Mr. Jiang to criticize him because his temper is so strange. He won’t feel comfortable if he does not criticize people in a day.

“Ding Ning is young, but Mr. Jiang praised him so much. It seems that he must have much prejudice against him. Next, this guy will have bad luck.”

“You are Yan Hao? As expected…”

Mr. Jiang glanced sideways at Yan Hao and prolonged his voice, giving Yan Hao so high expectations that he smiled broadly, waiting for Mr. Jiang to praise him.

“As expected, you are useless and stink.”

Mr. Jiang wrinkled his nose in an exaggerating fashion and also pretended to fan with his hand, as if Yan Hao was a pile of dog shit.

He then turned around and ignoring him, walked to the raised platform, leaving Yan Han frozen on the spot. As his face burned with shame, he clenched his fists, the blood vessels on his forehead bulged violently, and his eyes glinted with resentment.

Yan Xun’s mouth twitched, for he did not expect that Mr. Jiang would disrespect him so much. After swearing at him, he also shouted at his grandson, making him grit his teeth with hatred, and he cursed in his mind, “Old jerk, you are a real bully!”

Seeing that the grandfather and his grandson were humiliated, Ding Ning instantly became quite happy. “Mr. Jiang is really special!”

Mr. Jiang and his companions went to the raised platform and immediately began to make the diagnosis for Xiao Yan.

Although Xiao Yan did not know Mr. Jiang, when she saw that several TCM practitioners stood around him like his retinue, she knew that he must be a bigshot in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, so she allowed them to examine her quite cooperatively.

She thought excitedly, “Even if Ding Ning can’t cure me, I will recover because so many TCM practitioners are here.”

Time passed second by second. After feeling Xiao Yan’s pulse, these TCM practitioners of more than a dozen became serious and huddled to discuss something in whispers.

The site fell into a dead silence, and all the people stared at the raised platform, waiting for them to announce the result.

Perhaps Mr. Jiang was worried that Yan Xun would be unconvinced by the diagnosis result, so he especially asked him to go and make the diagnosis for Xiao Yan.

Seeing their serious appearances, Xiao Yan became inexplicably nervous and knitted her eyebrows tightly, looking at them with expectations.

After the diagnosis, Yan Xun nodded affirmatively, but he became quite sullen.

Since he conducted his diagnosis based on Ding Ning’s conclusion that it was spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, he could judge that Xiao Yan’s disease was spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage indeed after examining some subtle symptoms.

What did this mean? It meant that Ding Ning’s medical skills were never so limited as he had imagined before. Without Ding Ning’s diagnosis result, he could not find the cause of the disease if he conducted a diagnosis for Xiao Yan directly.

But this was very normal. After all, spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage was an extremely difficult disease to be diagnosed in the medical world. Even in western medicine, it could just be confirmed only after the disease of the patient appeared or even caused complications, and then the patient went through all kinds of examinations such as CT, MRI, CSF examination, and so on.

But Xiao Yan’s disease did not show at the moment, but Ding Ning had drawn the conclusion that she had spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage with some subtle symptoms. This could prove his exceptionally brilliant medical skills.

Yan Xun looked indifferent, but he sighed inwardly, “He could predict the whole picture only by seeing a tiny piece of evidence. Even I admired Ding Ning’s medical skills deeply, but Yan Hao stupidly got the guts to challenge him. He made himself ashamed.

“No wonder Mr. Jiang suddenly appeared here. Probably, he appreciates Ding Ning’s potential and wants to take him as his student.

“Yet, there is now no turning back for what has been done. The relationship between the Yan Family and Ding Ning has reached an irreconcilable condition, and I cannot bear to see that my grandson Yan Hao’s reputation is ruined like this.

“What is the point even if the patient Ding Ning has picked has a more serious condition than Yan Hao’s? Xiao Yan’s spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage was caused by an arteriovenous malformation, and it is not so easy to be treated, so it is still hard to tell who will win.”

Thinking of this, Yan Xun kept up his spirit again. He could not even cure spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage, and he did not believe that Ding Ning could cure it.

As long as Ding Ning could not cure it, Yan Hao could still win in the end.

After the diagnosis of all the excellent TCM practitioners present, Ding Ning was publicly announced to be the winner of the first round.

Although many people on-site did not know what spontaneous subarachnoid hemorrhage was, they knew even only by hearing its name that it seemed so advanced. Apparently, it was much more serious than occult filariasis, so they had no objection to this result.

Yan Hao was quite sullen, but after Yan Xun reminded himself secretly, he became energetic again soon. “Right, you should cure the disease you found. The winner is the one who has the last laugh.”

Not only did Yan Xun realize it, but Mr. Jiang and his companions also considered it. However, apart from Mr. Jiang and a few people, who were confident in Ding Ning, the others were not optimistic about him.

“Now, let’s enter the next round: On-site treatments for the patients.”

Mr. Jiang did not try to take the chief of judges’ position from Executive Jiang, so Executive Jiang still did the announcement.

The camera flash lights of the reporters flashed again. Heading up with confidence, Yan Hao walked briskly to his patient.

Ding Ning did not rush to start and saw Yan Hao do it first, for he wanted to see the magic of the Seven Needles of Yangui.

No one could deny that Yan Hao, who was respectfully called the Little King of Needles by others at a young age, did have a good ability. Although his Seven Needles of Yangui was not perfect, it was excellent.

As he baked the seven silver needles with a lighter, he chatted with the patient. When the silver needles were baked and turned red, he suddenly put them into the patient’s left leg that looked a little swollen and shiny, but the patient did not even feel it.

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