After the respected referee introduced the rules of the game, he announced the start of the game. The medical fight was not like the fierce fighting between martial arts conferences. Although they still competed in skills, their bodies did not come into contact.

Diagnosis in the second game is, to put it bluntly, the most basic link in traditional Chinese medicine. Luo Feng is indeed a famous expert in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. He also pays the most attention to the link that most tests the basic skills of traditional Chinese medicine doctors.

Soon, the disciples of the ghost doctor sect acted as courtside attendants and carried the patient up on a stretcher. According to the requirements of the competition, Yan Dongyang and Shangguan Zhiyuan just looked at the patient and made a diagnosis.

Generally speaking, gazing in traditional Chinese medicine is only an auxiliary method. This time, the rules set by Luo Feng were used to allow the contestants to diagnose the patient through gazing, and write the diagnosis on paper and hand it over to the judging experts.

The medical records written by two people will be judged.

With a limit of ten people, whoever diagnoses with the lowest misdiagnosis rate will win. When Yan Dongyang saw the patient being carried on a stretcher, he just wanted to step forward to investigate, but suddenly Shangguan Zhiyuan also wanted to step forward.

He politely stretched out his hand to indicate that he should come first: "Master Shangguan, please come first!"

Shangguan Zhiyuan snorted coldly without even thanking him. He walked up unceremoniously to look at the patient lying on the bed. After a while, he returned to his seat and picked up the brush on the table to write.

Got up.

Yan Dongyang felt very unhappy when he saw him being so rude. In order to take the overall situation into consideration, he swallowed his anger. After he finished reading, he went up to take a closer look at the patient.

The patient lying on the single bed was a young woman with a pretty face. The rubella on her face was unbearable to see. Yan Dongyang did not touch her and looked at her naked body carefully.

The skin on the arms and legs was found to be densely covered with rubella, as small as soybeans and as large as coins.

Of course Yan Dongyang understood that once this kind of rubella was contracted, it would be so itchy that he could not sleep at night. Looking at the scars on her skin from scratches, he had an idea and went back to write on the medical certificate.

Wrote: "Abstract deficiency syndrome."

He already had an impression in his mind about the treatment, but considering that the rules did not require writing a prescription, he did not dare to add any unnecessary details. He just wrote down the name of the disease and then put down his pen and sat aside to watch the patient being carried away.

After a while, another patient was brought up. This time Yan Dongyang was not polite to Shangguan Zhiyuan. He walked up first and checked. Shangguan Zhiyuan did not expect that Yan Dongyang did not give him face this time.

It's not easy to have a seizure if your face is exposed to the public eye.

Yan Dongyang didn't even bother to look at his stinky face. He looked directly at the patient who was being carried. This was a middle-aged man about fifty years old, with a sallow complexion and an air of anger.

"Doctor... help me!" the middle-aged man said weakly: "I vomit as soon as I eat, and I have had diarrhea for three days..."

Yan Dongyang listened to what he said without asking, fearing that others would accuse him of cheating. He approached the patient and took a closer look, and saw that he was mentally depressed, thin and in poor nutritional status. His sclera was not yellow, and there was a spider nevus under his left eyelid.

.The limbs were not swollen. When he opened his clothes, he found a distended abdomen, varicose veins on the abdominal wall, dullness percussion under the right three ribs of the chest, an abdominal circumference of 90cm, a liver 4cm below the ribs, a medium-hard texture, and a palpable spleen of 3cm.

I knew something in my mind, so I said some words of comfort to him, and wrote on the diagnosis: Water-dampness syndrome, the liver belongs to the wood of the five elements, as long as the right medicine is prescribed, three courses of treatment will be effective.

This is just that Yan Dongyang has not written down his own thoughts. Although he is usually carefree and likes to talk casually, when he actually practices medicine, he is also serious and does not dare to follow his temper. After all, treating patients is a major matter related to human life, and he has been subject to it since childhood.

Yan Yangxian knows the importance of fortune-telling.

After Shangguan Zhiyuan finished writing, he went to look at the patient, and then started writing.

During the competition, for the sake of fairness, the two handed the written medical certificate to a special person for safekeeping. In order to prevent anyone from cheating, all the attention of the audience on the field was directed to them, and no one cared about Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was afraid that Shangguan Zhiyuan would lose the match, so he took a detour to the backcourt, looked around and saw no one around except for the disciple who was looking after the competition medical certificate. He coughed deliberately. When the disciple saw it was the master of the sect, he said respectfully: "I don't know what the sect master is doing."

Come and forgive me."

"I just saw the commotion outside that someone was cheating, so I came here specifically to find out..." Luo Feng made an idea out of thin air.

The guarding disciple was frightened for a while and kept saying: "This disciple is working conscientiously here and dare not be careless in any way for fear of making mistakes. I hope the master will investigate clearly."

"Well, based on the observation just now, I believe what you said, oh..." Luo Feng pretended to suddenly think of something, and suddenly realized: "Senior Brother Gou said he was looking for you just now. I don't know what happened. Why don't you go and take a look?"

The guarding disciple who dared to question Luo Feng's words bowed his hands and left to find Senior Brother Gou. When Luo Feng saw him leaving, he used the key to open the locked medical certificate containing the match between Yan Dongyang and Shangguan Zhiyuan. When he compared it, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Eclipsed.

I secretly rejoiced that I came here one step ahead to take a look, otherwise Shangguan Zhiyuan would have lost miserably.

The two competed for about five or six times. Yan Dongyang's diagnosis was not too wrong, but Shangguan Zhiyuan made many mistakes. Luo Feng wanted to correct it for him, but then he thought about it and found that the handwriting of the two was not the same.

It’s different. If someone with a discerning eye sees it, it will be a huge loss.

After thinking about it seriously, he put the medical certificate back to its original place and locked the lock again. Just in time, the guarding disciple came back and saw that Master Luo was still there. He thought that after he left, the Master was afraid that there would be someone else.

The other one, who was on duty for him, felt too sorry to apologize and said: "Master, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay!" Luo Feng waved his hand magnanimously and asked pretendingly: "What does Senior Brother Gou want from you?"

"Senior Brother Gou just wanted to ask about the result of the competition..." the guarding disciple answered truthfully.

Luo Feng had discussed this matter with Gou San beforehand, but after listening to his disciple's answer, he was very satisfied with Gou San's cleverness and said with a smile: "So, how did you answer?"

The guarding disciple, who had as many colorful intestines as Luo Feng's belly, said with a straight mind: "I said I don't know."

"Very good, next time someone asks you, just answer like this, do you understand?" Luo Feng was afraid that someone would turn up old scores, so he warned this honest disciple.

The guarding disciple looked at Luo Feng as if he didn't understand, nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

"Okay, get busy, I'm leaving!" Luo Feng warned. Just as he was about to leave, he still stepped out the door. Uneasy, he turned around and asked, "If someone asks you if someone has been here, you

How to answer?"

The guarding disciple was stunned at first and scratched his head. Seeing Luo Feng's face gradually darkening and looking very unhappy, Fuling said sincerely: "I just said no."

"Very good." Luo Feng laughed heartily and turned to leave.

The guarding disciple also looked happy at his cleverness, laughed a few times, and said no more.

Luo Feng walked out, turned back to the inner room, and quietly called for Jia Liu.

Jia Liu thought that the sect leader was angry with him yesterday and would ignore him for a while, but he didn't expect that today he would ask him to move forward. He ran over happily, knelt down in front of Luo Feng and expressed his loyalty: "

Master, after last night, I have deeply reflected and hope you can give me a chance to change my ways."

Luo Feng watched him finish the performance calmly and called softly: "Get up!"

Jia Liu stood up reluctantly, looking eagerly at Luo Feng, waiting for him to speak.

"I want you to do something. If you fail to do it again this time, I will kick you out of the school like a tiger slaughter. Do you understand?" Luo Feng threatened coldly.

Jia Liutou pointed his head as straight as pounding garlic and responded: "Master, please don't worry, I will definitely go through the fire before I say goodbye."

Luo Feng smiled meaningfully, asked Jia Liu to come over, and then said this in his ear for a long time. Jia Liu's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Master, don't worry, just leave this matter in my hands!"

"Well, very good, you go ahead and do it, remember not to let anyone know." Luo Feng gestured to him to leave with satisfaction, and Jia Liu walked away to do things, for fear of delaying Luo Feng's plan.

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While Luo Feng was behind the scenes, the competition was still going on. The competition between Yan Dongyang and Shangguan Zhiyuan was still going on. The rule was to diagnose ten patients and then judge the diagnoses.

The sun was shining directly on the field at noon, making the unobstructed competition field extremely hot. Yan Dongyang, who had not even had a drink of water since morning, looked even more thirsty and helpless.

At first, I was eager to end the game and didn't care. Later, I found that Shangguan Zhiyuan was not in a hurry. When he got angry, he would drag the game slowly. This also made the game that was supposed to end in the morning drag on until noon.

meaning.

Yan Dongyang, who was sitting aside, was really thirsty. He turned to the disciple of the ghost doctor sect who was dozing in the audience and shouted: "Give me a cup of tea, hurry up!"

The dozing disciple was so frightened by his shouting that his overwhelming sleepiness disappeared. He nodded quickly and ran to the backcourt. After a while, he put a cup of tea on the tray and walked up respectfully.

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Yan Dongyang looked at Shangguan Zhiyuan looking left and right without expressing his position. He was holding back a fire in his heart. He drank the tea in one gulp without looking at it. After tasting it carefully, he found that there was something wrong with the taste of the tea.

When he had time to think about it, he saw Shangguan Zhiyuan returning and said to him with a smile: "It's your turn."

"You should have let me go a long time ago!" Yan Dongyang muttered. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt a turbulent pain in his stomach. He felt bad. He held his stomach and tried to hold on, but he didn't expect the pain in his stomach to get worse.

It made his face turn pale.

Phew~
Chapter completed!