My Three Realms Red Envelope Group

Chapter 678 Rabies

One sentence from Doctor Han pushed Minghui to a dead end, and Cui Wuxuan and others even clamored in the audience:
"President Ming, do you want to compare? Hurry up if you compare, admit defeat if you don't compare, don't dawdle!"

"That's right, dawdling like a woman!"

Ming Hui blushed, and said in a deep voice, "How do you compare, you can tell."

Doctor Han smiled calmly, "One minute, you and I each take one minute to see who stabs the most acupuncture points, the winner will be judged."

Minghui's heart sank, full of bitterness, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

However, he still held a trace of fantasy in his heart.

His acupuncture skills are not much weaker than that of Han Yi Wang, so he may not have no chance of winning.

It's just that there is little hope.

At this moment, an angry voice was suddenly heard saying:

"Han Doctor King, you Han people are as shameless as ever!"

Doctor Han narrowed his eyes, and a cold light burst out from his eyes. He saw an old man sitting in a wheelchair being pushed into the venue.

"Elder Hua!"

"Isn't Mr. Hua injured and hospitalized?"

"Mr. Hua, are you alright?"

Hua Lao greeted all around slightly, "Don't worry, it's just an injury, and I won't die for the time being."

The wheelchair continued to move forward until it reached the front of the stage. Elder Hua looked at Doctor Han with a mocking expression on his face.

"Han doctor king, you will really embarrass the doctors, use those indiscriminate methods to make us, the disabled and disabled in the Chinese medicine country, use your own strengths to compare with others in the official competition, can you Han people afford to lose? "

Elder Hua asked sharply.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Doctor Han's face twitched, and he denied it flatly, "You hurt yourself, it's none of my business, there is no evidence, don't spit blood!"

"Hehe! You know if it's bloody or not!"

Elder Hua showed a hint of sarcasm, then turned his wheelchair and turned to the audience, "Everyone, do you think it's really a coincidence that so many national doctors of Chinese medicine had an accident on the same day?"

"No! Once or twice may be a coincidence, three or four times is definitely man-made!"

"Everyone is not a fool. On the eve of the mid-cold duel, the national Chinese medicine practitioners encountered accidents one by one, and only fools believe it!"

The crowd was excited, and some people even yelled at them. Mr. Hua waved his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, and looked at Doctor Han again.

"I know empty words are nothing, and you will definitely not admit it, so I won't say anything about it."

Mr. Hua glanced at the bronze acupuncture figure, sneered, and said with a sneer: "As far as I know, the bronze acupuncture figure uses yellow wax to seal the holes on the outside of the bronze figure, and fills them with water. If the acupoints are selected correctly, the needle will enter and the water will flow out; if the acupoints are not selected correctly , the needle cannot penetrate."

"Han doctor king, how many years have you practiced this?"

Elder Hua suddenly asked.

The Han doctor king was about to speak, but his nephew Cui Wuxuan said arrogantly, "My uncle has practiced acupuncture on bronze figures for 18 years, and there is no one in the world who can match him."

Doctor Han glared at him and said, what's the matter, it's a trap!
Cui Wuxuan blinked, what is uncle staring at me for?
really!

Hua Lao smiled disdainfully, "You have practiced with this bronze acupuncture figure for 18 years, but let President Ming, who saw the bronze acupuncture figure for the first time, compete with you, don't you think you are shameless?"

Although he doesn't like Minghui's behavior, it is related to the rise and fall of Chinese medicine, so he can only stand up.

Doctor Han said without changing his expression, "The technique of acupuncture and moxibustion is passed down from the Acupuncture Sage, which represents the highest level of doctors. Why not compare acupuncture techniques? President Ming, if you are afraid of losing, you don't have to compare."

Minghui blushed, he could tell now that he had no chance of winning in the contest.

But if not more than...

Minghui frowned, and said in a hurry, "The needling technique has already been compared in the first round, there is no need to repeat the competition, and the third round should be changed!"

Since the king of cold doctors can be shameless, why can't I?
Minghui thought to himself.

"What do you want to compare?"

Han doctor Wang narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

Minghui quickly calculated in his mind that he had already compared acupuncture and pharmacology, so he could only compare clinically.

In this regard, I am quite confident.

"Better than clinical consultation."

Minghui blurted out.

Doctor Han was noncommittal, and said indifferently: "Ordinary patients are nothing interesting to you and me, and it is difficult to decide the winner in a short time!"

At this moment, a loud cry was suddenly heard: "Help, save Su Ran!"

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a young man staggering over with a woman in his arms.

He is handsome and well-dressed, and he is not an ordinary person at a glance.

It's just that the expression at this moment is helpless, and the voice has changed.

Looking at the woman in his arms, everyone turned pale with astonishment.

That woman was tied up tightly, tightly.

Even so, the woman still let out a strange low growl, her voice was low and low, like the roar of a monster.

The young man ignored everyone's strange eyes, and kept running with the woman in his arms.

Suddenly, the young man staggered and almost fell, but after he stood firmly, he immediately continued to run forward.

And sharp-eyed people clearly saw that the woman forcibly raised her head from time to time, grinning her teeth, as if she was about to bite someone.

Seeing this, everyone stepped aside one after another, and the young man ran to the front of the stage and shouted loudly towards the stage:
"I'm Zhang Junru from the Zhang Family, please save my girlfriend!"

"Boy Zhang, what's wrong with your girlfriend?"

Qiu Yehong, who was closer, asked.

"Yes... She was bitten by a dog a few days ago."

Zhang Junru said in pain.

"Rabies!"

Everyone turned pale in shock when they heard the words, and retreated one after another.

"This is a terminal illness..."

Qiu Yehong's complexion changed dramatically.

"Is there a rabies vaccine?"

Zhang Junru burst into tears: "I was beaten at that time, and there was serum, but it was useless..."

This is bitten by a mad dog!
Qiuye Hong's heart sank, and seeing the woman struggling frantically and grinning, she immediately concluded,

This woman... is hopeless!

Suddenly, he had an idea and looked up at Minghui and Doctor Han on the stage.

"Han doctor king, didn't you say that ordinary consultations are not interesting, why don't you use this patient as the third round to decide the winner?"

Divide the yarn!

Doctor Han's face twitched wildly, and he gave Qiu Yehong a hard look.

Although rabies can be prevented by vaccination, most of them will not show symptoms.

However, once bitten by a real mad dog, vaccinations and serums are of no use.

And once the disease occurs, the mortality rate is [-]%!
The old man is digging a hole for him!

Doctor Han's hatred was overwhelming, and he glared at Qiu Yehong.

How to save a mortal person?
If neither he nor Minghui can save it, it will be a tie, and the means he has done before will be in vain.

No!

not like this!

Just as Doctor Han was about to refuse, he heard a female voice not fluent next to him say:

"Mr. Cui, President Ming, I think it's feasible. It's a doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded. Let's take this as the third round!"

Hearing this voice, Doctor Han twitched again, and looked helplessly at the woman who spoke.

"Miss Brant..."

"I hope to see the highest level of traditional Chinese medicine and cold medicine, so that our international medical association can make a good judgment, isn't it?"

Michelle Brandt, the vice president of the International Medical Association and the chief referee of this mid-cold medicine competition, said softly.

(End of this chapter)