Jiang Yi let out a cold laugh. This was clearly a change in the competition rules by the organizers to target him, and they would surely assign him the most difficult patients later.
The judges were in league with the organizers; whether Jiang Yi could cure the patients or not, they would decide the scores.
However, Jiang Yi paid it no mind. In the face of absolute strength, any insidious plot was rendered useless.
“All participating doctors, please take the stage!” the host called out, holding his microphone.
As soon as the words fell, the participating doctors walked onto the high platform. Jiang Yi followed suit.
Once all the doctors were assembled, staff members pushed movable hospital beds onto the platform. Each bed had a patient, and each patient’s condition was different, ranging from skin diseases to heart conditions. Furthermore, the severity of their illnesses varied.
One of the staff members pushed a movable hospital bed in front of Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi glanced at the patient on the bed and couldn’t help but sneer. The organizers were indeed targeting him deliberately. The man on the bed was a middle-aged individual, seemingly at the brink of death, his face ashen and terrifying, his breathing barely perceptible. He looked as though he had only one breath left. This patient’s condition was extremely critical and could potentially lead to death during the competition!
In contrast, the patient in front of Lu Ming only had a few festering boils on his thigh, infected by bacteria. All that was needed was to clean out the pus, apply medication, and bandage the wound!
Lu Ming looked over at Jiang Yi, and upon seeing the patient on Jiang Yi’s bed on his last breath, a look of schadenfreude spread across his face.
“Jiang Yi, you’re destined to lose this competition today!” Lu Ming declared with a hearty laugh.
“I have never lost a competition like this. Watch closely later and see how I cure this patient. I’ll let you, a frog in a well, witness what true medical skill is!” Jiang Yi stated.
Hearing this, Lu Ming burst into laughter, his mirth filled with mockery. “You’re too conceited. I know this patient. Many hospitals have tried to treat him, and they were all top-tier famous doctors from Country Ying. What skill do you possess to cure him? This patient is on his last breath and will likely die soon. You’ll be a murderer, and you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison!” Lu Ming added gleefully.
Jiang Yi sneered. The organizers were too despicable, using such malicious means to plot against him. They not only wanted Jiang Yi to lose the competition but also to become a murderer. Jiang Yi suspected that Jiang Tian was also involved in this matter. Jiang Tian and the organizers had joined forces to concoct this vile plan.
At this moment, everyone in the audience could see that Jiang Yi was being targeted.
“Your organizers truly have their methods. To target that young man, they even came up with such a scheme!” Charles Owen remarked, looking at the person in charge.
“Mr. Owen, you misunderstand. We are not targeting anyone. The patients were selected randomly. One can only say that Jiang Yi has terrible luck!” the person in charge hurriedly explained. Hearing this explanation, Charles Owen remained silent.
Lord Barr, the great lord, knew that the organizers had interfered but said nothing. This was because he wanted to witness Jiang Yi’s true capabilities. The competition yesterday, creating the scar-removing cream, hadn't fully revealed Jiang Yi's potential. Lord Barr wished to find the best teacher for Natasha. Moreover, Lord Barr still harbored some doubts about Jiang Yi’s skills, so he did not intervene.
Seeing that Lord Barr remained silent, the person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Jiang Yi would not win the championship this time and would spend his afterlife in prison.
“This is too unfair!” Natasha exclaimed, unable to contain herself. “Your organizers are clearly targeting my teacher on purpose. Even if you look down on traditional Chinese medicine, you shouldn’t resort to such despicable tactics!”
However, no one paid any attention to Natasha’s protest. “Great Lord, say something!” Natasha implored, looking at Lord Barr for help. The Great Lord turned a deaf ear and struck up a conversation with Charles Owen. This infuriated Natasha, but she was powerless to do anything.
“It’s alright!” Jiang Yi smiled at Natasha and said, “Don’t just stand there, hurry up and come up! Didn’t you also register for the competition? The competition is about to begin!”
Hearing this, Natasha remembered her own participation and quickly walked onto the platform, finding her patient. Natasha’s patient had heart disease, and the condition was somewhat severe. Fortunately, the acupuncture technique Natasha was learning could treat such an ailment. Whether she could cure him would depend on Natasha’s skill.
Lord Barr frowned upon seeing Natasha also participating in the competition. He didn’t believe Natasha, having only studied traditional Chinese medicine with Jiang Yi for one day, had the ability to cure the patient’s heart condition. Moreover, Natasha had only just begun to learn Chinese medicine and had no foundation in it whatsoever. This was too risky.
“Teacher, if they dare to target you, I will never forgive them!” Natasha said indignantly to Jiang Yi.
“Don’t worry about this matter. What you need to do now is calm down and treat your patient. At a time like this, you cannot afford any distractions!” Jiang Yi advised.
“Teacher, I will do my best. I cannot disappoint you!” Natasha nodded.
By this time, the competition had begun. Natasha examined her patient and reviewed the medical records before taking out her silver needles. Jiang Yi withdrew his gaze and also took out his silver needles. Yesterday, Jiang Yi was the only practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine; now, with another one, everyone became even more curious.
“Swish!”
The silver needle in Jiang Yi’s hand pierced the patient’s acupoints with lightning speed, so fast it was dazzling. This acupuncture technique was one of the ten lost techniques of China. To cure this patient, Jiang Yi had no choice but to use this method.
Time continued to pass. Five minutes quickly went by. As Jiang Yi inserted the last silver needle, the patient stopped breathing. Seeing this, Zhang Tian, the person in charge, and the judges all displayed a hint of a cold smile. The events unfolded exactly as they had planned; the patient had been killed by Jiang Yi!
Lord Barr and Charles Owen frowned, thinking that it seemed Jiang Yi, besides his astonishing skill in pharmaceuticals, lacked much ability in medical practice.
“Everyone, take a good look. This is traditional Chinese medicine! Not only can it not cure diseases, but it also kills people in the process!” the person in charge shouted loudly. “This young man is a murderer!”