Chapter 695: Chapter 695

"Ladies and gentlemen, with the end of the first round, we will now commence the second round of the medical skill competition," announced the female emcee on stage, addressing the audience below.

As the female emcee finished speaking, a burst of spirited applause erupted from the audience.

The female emcee was clearly an expert at controlling the atmosphere; she waited for the applause to slowly die down before continuing, "The competition we are about to begin is the second round...

As everyone is aware, the foundation of Chinese Medicine and Korean Medicine lies in 'observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.' Therefore, for the second round, we will undertake the challenge of 'listening'...

The female emcee deliberately paused here, took a moment to catch her breath, and then continued, "I will now explain the contents of the second round. We have specially brought in two patients from the hospital, who will be completely obscured by screens. Our competitors are allowed only to listen to the patients describing their conditions and will not be able to engage in any other activities. Whoever can understand the patients' conditions based solely on their descriptions within ten minutes will be deemed the winner!"

As soon as the female emcee finished speaking, people had already carried screens onto the stage.

The female emcee then invited the Korean Medicine team and Ding Fan's side with a courteous 'please' each.

At that moment, the upbeat music started playing. On the Korean side, a white-haired woman in her sixties stepped onto the stage, while on Ding Fan's side, it was still just Ding Fan himself.

"Do you intend to compete against me continuously?" the White Hair Woman asked Ding Fan with an indifferent expression.

Ding Fan nodded. "Today, all four of you could come at once; defeating you one by one is all the same to me," he said.

Ding Fan was usually very cautious and careful, but today he acted out of character. These Koreans were feeling too good about themselves, and Ding Fan decided that today he would teach these people from Korea a lesson!

"Young man, I didn't expect you to be so arrogantly confident!" the White Hair Woman said with a serious face.

"Arrogance comes with the confidence to back it up; soon, you'll understand why I can afford to be arrogant," Ding Fan replied coolly.

Meanwhile, in the audience...

Elder Wu saw the white-haired woman and his expression turned grave. "Shixin, who is that woman with white hair? She looks similar to Che Meini," he said.

Zhou Shixin squinted his eyes and looked toward the stage. After recognizing her, he hurriedly nodded his head.

"These Koreans have really put their money where their mouth is this time. I heard that Che Meini is now serving as an Imperial Physician in the palace of the United States. Now she's actually come here," he said.

"This will be tough for that young man; Che Meini is said to be able to diagnose by 'watching the silk,' which is very impressive. It seems difficult to win the second round," said Elder Wu from the side.

Zhou Shixin then shook his head slightly. "If you were to say that Che Meini would win without a doubt, I wouldn't believe it," he responded.

"How so? Che Meini's medical skills are even praised by the queen of the United States. How could a young upstart challenge such a renowned professional?" Elder Wu countered, shaking his head.

Zhou Shixin replied, "Others might not be able to, but Ding Fan might just be an exception."

Elder Wu looked at Zhou Shixin with a puzzled expression.

Zhou Shixin continued, "You need to understand, the ultimate version of 'Pill' was invented by Ding Fan on his own. Do you know how many people have tried to imitate and replicate the ultimate version of 'Pill'? However, the technique behind 'Pill' is very special; to this day, no one has been able to perfectly duplicate it. Do you think someone capable of inventing such an impressive pill is ordinary? Could a person with a ninety percent accuracy rate in just two minutes lack any unique skills?"

After listening to Zhou Shixin, Elder Wu nodded slightly. "Well then, let's see how Ding Fan handles Che Meini," he said.

The two contestants arrived on stage and took their places.

Learning from the first round's lessons, Jin Guangyi kept his mouth firmly shut this time.

Who was Ding Fan? If he said he could do it, he would do it. Jin Guangyi was genuinely worried that if Ding Fan caught him speaking out of turn again, it would be the end of him.

At this point, on stage, two individuals set up screens in front of both competitors.

Soon after, two patients were brought up to the stage, blindfolded, and seated behind Ding Fan and the White Hair Woman. This was essentially a double precaution. Now, it was impossible to see due to the screen, and the blindfold would also block one's sight.

"Alright, now please bring in the two patients who have just been sent over from the hospital. These two individuals were chosen by the Koreans... May I ask, Mr. Jin Guangyi, as Chairman, do you find this arrangement fair?" the female emcee asked, almost as if she were teasing Jin Guangyi.

"I find it very fair, and we can proceed," Jin Guangyi quickly said.

At this point, all Jin Guangyi wanted was to remain silent. He was truly afraid that if he spoke out, Ding Fan would catch him again, which would indeed be dangerous.

Facing the prospect of further humiliation and loss of face, Jin Guangyi felt it would be better to take his own life.

"Mr. Ding, do you feel that this approach to setting the questions is fair?" the female emcee asked, turning towards Ding Fan.

Ding Fan nodded. "I have no objections," he said.

After hearing Ding Fan's response, the female emcee addressed those nearby, "Well, now let's invite our two patients to come behind the screens..."

Although Ding Fan had the ability to use Divine Sense to investigate the truth, he didn't use it because he wanted to compete with medical skills. While the Koreans had some techniques, their methods were quite limited. Competing with such people always felt mundane to Ding Fan, so in reality, he was truly relying on his medical skills in the competition.

By now, the stage was already set with screens, and shortly thereafter, two patients were brought behind them and seated.

After the patients were seated, the female emcee then spoke to the two competitors, "The patients are now in front of you, you may begin the diagnosis."

Ding Fan had just sat down and, without asking a single question, was quietly sitting there.

Meanwhile, Ding Fan's opponent, the white-haired woman, had already begun to ask the patient a ceaseless stream of questions.

For a moment, there was a stark contrast between Ding Fan and the white-haired woman – one side was buzzing with conversation, while Ding Fan's side remained utterly silent.

Time passed quickly, and ten minutes flew by in the blink of an eye.

By the eighth minute, the white-haired woman had already started to briskly jot down notes about the patient's condition.

While the white-haired woman was recording the patient's condition, Ding Fan also began to jot down notes.

Until the end, when the two presented their case reports to the judges, Ding Fan hadn't said a single word.

"Shixin, what is this kid up to again? As a listener, one needs to gather information from the patient, but this kid, he's like a block of wood, not asking anything, not saying anything – how can he understand anything?" Elder Wu next to Zhou Shixin commented with visible annoyance.

Zhou Shixin shook his head slightly.

Zhou Shixin, being the president of the Chinese Medicine Association and a master of Chinese medicine, had seen much in his time. However, even he could not comprehend what Ding Fan was doing right now.

Not a single question asked, the patient's condition unknown, he simply wrote down the case report.

Zhou Shixin truly did not understand what Ding Fan was up to.

At this time, the Korean Medicine side had already become lively.

The defeat in the first round had dampened the spirits of the Korean Medicine team. But seeing Ding Fan's silence, their morale was once again lifted. Google seaʀᴄh 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁

"I think this kid really doesn't understand medicine; at the very least, he should have inquired about the patient's condition. Only then could he know the illness."

"This time, we've definitely won... He didn't ask anything, how could he possibly understand the condition?"

Meanwhile, Hu Jin was frowning deeply.

Hu Jin was truly befuddled by this Demon King of Chaos.

You might think he's fooling around, but the man is seriously at work. Take right now, for instance, Ding Fan hasn't said a word and just scribbles away at the end.

Hu Jin really couldn't understand what Ding Fan was performing at this moment.

Could it be that Ding Fan was genuinely unfamiliar with questioning patients, hence his silence?

What on earth was going on?

"Now we invite the judges to review the case reports of both participants and then announce the results," the Female Emcee beckoned the judges to come forward at this time.

After taking the stage, the judges first examined the patient, and only after confirming the condition did they begin to evaluate the case reports of Ding Fan and Che Meini.

In less than ten minutes, the judges had already tallied the results.

"Let's now announce the results, starting with the performance of our respected senior, Che Meini... Che Meini's diagnosis accuracy rate is ninety-five percent..."

As soon as the judge finished speaking, the Korean Medicine segment was the first to burst into applause.

A ninety-five percent accuracy rate after just ten minutes of questioning was exceedingly precise and shocking.

At this moment, Zhou Shixin's expression turned grim – a ninety-five percent accuracy rate was incredibly high, making it difficult to surpass.

"This Che Meini is truly formidable, worthy of being an Imperial Physician from America – impressive, truly impressive…" Elder Wu beside Zhou Shixin exclaimed with praise several times in one breath.

"Next, we will announce Mr. Ding Fan's diagnostic results."

As the emcee finished speaking, Hu Jin, hardly daring to breathe, watched intensely from the side.

"Mr. Ding Fan's diagnostic accuracy rate is also ninety-five percent," the judge announced in a clear voice.

"What... How is that possible!" Che Meini, who was competing against Ding Fan, immediately looked dismayed.

For Che Meini, competing against Ding Fan was viewed simply as a matter of an elder pressing down on a junior, someone barely in their twenties. If it hadn't been for state conscription, Che Meini would never have condescended to challenge such a young and emerging lad in medical skills.

Che Meini couldn't understand, nor find a way to understand when Ding Fan hadn't said a word earlier while she was inquiring about the patient's condition.

If Ding Fan hadn't asked anything, then how did he find out about the other party's condition? And how could his accuracy rate reach ninety-five percent!

Che Meini briskly approached the judge, snatched Ding Fan's diagnosis report from the judge's hand, and scrutinized it.

After reading the diagnosis, Che Meini's eyes suddenly widened with shock. That astonished expression was so evident that everyone present could see it clearly.

After reviewing Ding Fan's case report, Che Meini walked up to Ding Fan respectfully, bowed, and said.