There are two groups of referees presiding over the duel.

One group is the International Medical Association, and the other group is an expert team composed of China and South Korea.

Everyone entered the referee's box and began to announce the rules.

"We have prepared twelve questions for the competition. Now, under the witness of everyone, we will randomly select one question as the content of this competition." A middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit said, and grabbed a handful from a transparent glass jar.

, take out a plastic ball and open it.

A piece of paper was held high by him, and what was marked on it was the content of this competition.

“Basic Acupuncture!”

Someone called out.

"What does this compare to?"

"have no idea."

Luo Qian and Qi Zhongguo here both breathed a sigh of relief.

Among the twelve competition events, this one is probably the easiest.

If you really lose, it won't be too ugly. After all, there is no straight line in judging basic acupuncture.

"Get the props!" the man in Mao suit shouted.

Several staff members brought a table with a shelf on it, and on the shelf were the props for this competition.

These props include tools, wood, pieces of meat, toothpicks... they are very weird.

But I heard the man in Chinese tunic suit shout: "This is a basic acupuncture competition. Both parties are asked to select an object and apply three needles on it within the specified time. After three needles, the referee will judge to determine the winner."

A very simple schedule, but also very complex.

Just to see whose three needles are more beautiful and perfect!

"Are both sides ready?" the referee shouted.

"Ready."

"Um."

"Okay, then I announce..."

"Wait a moment!"

Shouts came out.

People couldn't help but tremble.

But the Mo Qing from before stood up again. He looked at Silla Doctor Fang seriously and said seriously: "Mr. Park Yongjun, everyone, I reiterate that this person only represents himself! No matter what he has,

His performance has nothing to do with us. He cannot represent Kyushu’s national medical skills. Whether he loses or wins, it cannot affect the real Kyushu-Silla duel. Our representative of Kyushu’s national medical skills is only Mr. Qi Zhongguo! I hope you understand.

at this point!"

"Mo Qing!" Qi Zhongguo was so angry that he almost fainted.

But no one paid attention to Qi Zhongguo...

"So this competition has nothing to do with you, right?" Park Yongjun said.

"Yes, even if he wins, the showdown between Kyushu and Silla will still continue."

"I see!"

Pu Yongjun nodded: "But you don't have to worry too much, because the one we sent out is only my youngest student, who is only twenty years old this year. Among these people, he is also the one with the worst medical skills and the worst qualifications!"

As soon as he said this, many people looked ugly.

Especially on the Kyushu side.

Who has the worst medical qualifications?

If Lin Yang lost to this person, wouldn't it be a disgrace to Dafa?

Even though he represents an individual, he uses Kyushu’s traditional medical skills!

"Don't look too embarrassed when you lose."

Director Hao took a deep breath and lowered his voice to Lin Yang over there.

Lin Yang ignored these people, just closed his eyes and waited silently.

The rest of the people looked at Lin Yang coldly.

"Okay! Both sides are ready. Now I announce that the first match of the Sino-Silla country doctor's technical competition will be between Silla country doctor Zhang Entai and Kyushu country doctor Lin Yang! The competition time is ten minutes, start now! Both sides please

Select props! Start acupuncture!"

The sound falls and the timer starts!

The first game has begun!

Zhang Entai took the toothpick directly from the shelf, then took out the silver needle from the needle bag next to it, and began to apply needles to the slender toothpick one by one.

The properties of these props on site are different, and the acupuncture techniques tested are also different.

The wood is used to test the strength of the acupuncturist.

The blood vessels and toothpicks on the meat pieces are used to test the accuracy of the acupuncturist.

Generally speaking, toothpicks are the most difficult. After all, it is not easy to insert three silver needles on a thin toothpick, and these three silver needles must be straight and stable.

Meat and wood are the most mediocre.

As for what this knife is about, many people don't know.

Can a silver needle still penetrate a steel plate?

At this time, a staff member ran over and whispered a few words into the ear of the man in Mao suit.

The man in the Chinese tunic suit nodded slightly, and then said: "I'm really sorry, everyone, the knife provided is not among the props for this competition, so please ignore that knife."

"So that's it."

"Let me tell you, why did the acupuncture suddenly have an extra knife?"

"Is it possible that I still have to use a silver needle to poke the knife?"

People's laughter emerged.

But at this moment, Lin Yang suddenly spoke.

"So, can I choose this weapon?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell silent for an instant.

The man in Chinese tunic suit was also stunned.

The doctor Wang of Silla Kingdom frowned.

Everyone on Mo Qing's side looked sideways, with astonishment in their eyes.

"Of course you can choose." Someone from the Silla Kingdom said directly and sneered: "Anyway, you know that you are about to lose, so why don't you find a special thing to perform acupuncture? Haha, the people of Kyushu are really cunning!"

As soon as these words came out, many people suddenly realized.

This is Lin Yang's plan!

"Oh, he is such a smooth guy!"

"Yes, if you lose, you can excuse yourself by saying that the props you picked are not up to standard."

"The game hasn't even ended yet, and I've already made an excuse! Haha, what a good-for-nothing guy!"

"But the people of Silla have already exposed his intentions, and he can no longer find this excuse."

"What will he do now?"

There were many sarcastic voices in the seats.

The referee allowed it.

Lin Yang ignored the sarcastic voices in his ears, picked up the sharp weapon on the shelf, and took a look.

The sharp tool was sharpened and made of stainless steel. It was a scalpel.

"Lin Yang, if you don't start quickly, others are almost finished!"

At this time, someone shouted.

Looking forward, he saw that Silla doctor Zhang Entai had already lightly twisted the last silver needle into the toothpick.

Three points into the wood, the silver needle is stable, the strength and angle are impeccable!

All the famous medical experts present at the table had their eyes shining brightly.

The medical king also nodded slightly.

Although this disciple has only been around for a short time, saying that he is the worst in talent but not in medical skills is just a deliberate statement by the King of Medicine.

"It's over, it's over!"
To be continued...