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Wow!

The next moment, as the patient was pushed onto the high platform, he was completely exposed to the sight of the contestants on both sides.

Fang Mo and Shangishi finally saw the patient's condition clearly.

"Now, ask the two players to judge the patient's symptoms."

Hearing this, Fang Mo and Shangan looked at each other.

Although Fang Mo looked disdainful when he faced Shangishi just now.

But when the game officially started, Fang Mo's eyebrows became more serious.

He understands the truth that a lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength.

Be careful when sailing, as carelessness will only cause you to overturn in the gutter.

And he...

Don't want to lose.

This principle was taught to him by someone in the audience after he died once.

Just as Qin Yuyan had judged, he wanted to stand on the highest podium and let his lovers in the audience cheer and be proud of him who was in the spotlight.

“ALS!”

At this moment, Fang Mo and Shangishi actually already had a judgment on the patient's condition.

But the moment he diagnosed ALS, Fang Mo had more than a dozen treatment options in his mind.

He first glanced at Yamagishi next to him, who kept frowning.

It seems that the organizer of this round of medical exchange competition would not expect such a difficult patient to be brought up.

"Where's the paper?"

Just when Yamagishi was still at a loss what to do, Fang Mo next to him relaxed his brows slightly and raised his brows at the organizer staff beside him.

what……

Upon hearing this, everyone present, not only the Chinese spectators in the auditorium, but also all the players in the seating areas of both sides, immediately opened their eyes.

The whole place fell into silence.

After all, the scenes on the high stage of the competition were broadcast on large screens and various streaming media, and Fang Mo's performance could be seen by people across the country.

What is this guy doing?

When the staff heard this, they were also slightly stunned.

Until Fang Mo raised his eyebrows again and spoke to urge;

"Isn't it true that in the knockout round, you need to write down your own treatment plan first, submit it to the medical masters of the organizing committee for review, and then the organizing committee will evaluate whose plan is more feasible, and then diagnose and treat the patient on site?"

"What's wrong? Is there any problem with the process?"

"No, no..."

The staff member opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he still choked it back.

Fang Mo glanced at him suspiciously;

"Then if you don't give me paper, how can I write?"

how to write?

This staff member is naturally Chinese.

He looked at Fang Mo's calm expression, and when his mouth twitched wildly, he wanted to scold him.

However, his face turned red from suppressing it, and he finally held it back, but countless thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind.

Is this boy named Fang Mo here to cause trouble or to show off?

How long did it take for the patient to be pushed up? Was it three minutes?

Can you tell people's symptoms and treatment plans just by scanning your fucking eyes?

Have you felt the patient's pulse, or examined the patient?

You haven't done anything yet, so you're going to write down your treatment plan on paper?

Are you a fucking god?

No need to think?

"Okay, I'll get you some paper."

Looking at him, Fang Mo's expression remained unchanged even as he frantically winked and sent hints in his eyes.

The staff member was completely desperate now. He looked deeply at Fang Mo with a disappointed look on his face, and then turned and left.

At the same time, after a short period of silence, the whole place was completely boiling.

Wow!

"Fuck, is this Fang Mo really here to fish in troubled waters?"

"Holy crap, this guy is just showing off!"

"Shameful, so damn shameful!"

"It doesn't look like an act. I recommend a strict investigation!"

"He just came here to cause trouble."

"We have every reason to suspect that this guy named Fang Mo took the benefits from Sakurajima to act in this show!"

"I'm just talking about the Medical Skills Exchange Competition. There's something shady among the players on the Chinese team, and I know it!"

Like dominoes being toppled, when they saw Fang Mo's reaction, countless people reacted after a brief pause, and they all turned red and started gesticulating and cursing at Fang Mo.

Even the organizing committee bosses in the leadership seats on the high platform frowned.

This is because the knockout round of the Medical Skills Exchange Competition is now in its ninth round.

Except for Fang Mo, this has never happened before.

When any player representing the two countries takes the stage, they basically need to concentrate and look at the patients seriously and nervously.

What's more, some even took out some tools they carried with them to accurately measure the patient's blood sugar and blood lipids.

It is convenient to obtain more information and serve as an auxiliary material for writing down diagnosis results and treatment policies.

Usually in the first ten minutes after the patient is brought in, both players basically remain silent and conduct various side diagnoses on the patient in order to obtain more information.

What did Fang Mo do in the end?

How long has Fang Mo been in contact with the patient?

As soon as the patient appeared, Fang Mo just glanced at it, then looked away and asked the staff for paper.

What does he think he is?

Naked-eye CT machine?

Can you know the specific condition of a patient just by looking at him like this?

Why doesn't he go to heaven?

In the eyes of other viewers and even the big bosses at the judges' table on the high platform, Fang Mo's behavior at this moment was almost tantamount to giving up the competition.

The judges in the Huaxia section all twitched at the corners of their mouths.

Looking at Yang Tianci who was holding a meat bun and chewing it vigorously in the rest area, he thought to himself, Yang Tianci, is this your dark horse?

Are you sure he is the dark horse you hired and not the seahorse you hired?

Otherwise, who released this sea?

In their opinion, Fang Mo was not releasing water at all. He was just releasing a whole ocean of water, wasn't he?

The Chinese big guys in these organizing committees are obviously old friends with Yang Tianci.

After all, they are all in the same circle. The list of players for the Chinese team submitted by Divine Doctor Yang has been reviewed by the big guys from the organizing committee before.

At first, when they saw an unknown name appearing on the list, one that was not even known for its medical skills and had never been active in the Chinese medical community, they were all surprised.

I'm curious as to what Yang Tianci's purpose was in inserting this kid.

As a result, Doctor Yang only said a short sentence at that time.

"Fang Mo is my apprentice..."

"If something unexpected happens in this game, then Fang Mo must be the only dark horse who can turn the situation around."

It was precisely because of these words that these masters of medical skills did not embarrass Yang Tianci.

It was purely for the sake of Doctor Yang and their trust in Yang Tianci that they allowed the review department to pass Fang Mo's information.

Otherwise, logically speaking, in such a formal and important competition, for a young doctor with no resume to be thrust into the competition, it is obviously against the rules!

As a result, what they saw at this moment...

The dark horse seed player in Yang Tianci's eyes is his beloved disciple Fang Mo.

As soon as he came on the court, he showed extraordinary performance.

Is it reasonable to just leave it to pieces?

Is there any fucking royal law here?

Has this kid ever respected so many spectators?

If the situation hadn't been bad, some of the big guys with veins pulsing in their heads would have shoehorned Fang Mo into the head.

"Contestant Fang Mo, I want to remind you that this patient's diagnosis cannot be changed."

“After submission, it must be submitted to the organizing committee for review.”

At this moment, one of the medical experts from the organizing committee still couldn't hold it back and coughed and reminded him with a serious expression.

Who knew that after hearing this, Fang Mo's cheeks turned red as if he had been stepped on.

"What!?"

"Holy crap, can you review it directly? There's no way to change it?"

audience;……

Dear gentlemen;…

Don't you know the fucking rules?

The corners of the mouths of several Chinese big guys from the organizing committee twitched, but their expressions softened slightly.

Maybe this guy came in a hurry and didn't even understand the rules and mechanisms?

If you don’t know the rules, you can be forgiven!

They thought that Fang Mo might still have the idea that he could submit the diagnosis results multiple times, so he wanted to be one step ahead and submit it first to overwhelm the other party.

After thinking about this, the faces of several big guys looked a little better.

Who knows the next moment, Fang Mo rubbed his hands anxiously;

"Then hurry up, get me a pen and paper, let me write quickly."

"I'm afraid that this guy will see my diagnosis later and copy mine. What if we write it together and he copies my diagnosis? He won't be able to take advantage."

???

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience showed strange expressions.

Nima, what shame do you have to say this?

Ever since the patient showed up, Yamagishi has been studying the patient without raising his head.

You even have to chat with the patient from time to time and ask about the situation, "What the hell did you do?"

You need paper and pen as soon as you come up, and you plan to draw a diagnostic conclusion directly.

He was even so cold that he didn't even exchange a word with the patient.

If you co-author your conclusion and let others copy it, others may not be willing to copy it, right?

At the same time, Shangishi raised his head and glanced at Fang Mo with a sneer on his face. He naturally heard Fang Mo's movements at this moment, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his lips.

"It turns out he is a sensationalist boy..."