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At the same time, on the other side, a thin and stooped figure had already appeared on the high platform.

As the sky became completely dark, the entire venue was now powered by spotlights.

The highlight hit Fang Mo's face, which made the young man slightly uncomfortable.

After all, as the venue darkened, the spotlight shone on the high platform. If someone couldn't tell clearly from the aerial photography from above, they might think that some celebrity was holding a concert here!

Scientific practice shows that the light and color of the surrounding environment will affect a person's mood to a certain extent.

Soft light can make people relax, while bright light can make people more nervous and anxious.

Of course, for a shameless guy like Fang Mo, even if a hundred thousand spotlights shine on his face.

Most likely, he would only be excited, not anxious.

"Please invite the contestants of the tenth round knockout from both sides to come on stage."

The impact of Fang Mo's words did not last long.

But this impact is obviously more long-term.

At least, for the patients who were introduced in this medical exchange competition and treated as examination questions to test the medical masters of both sides, their medical expenses and follow-up consultations will basically be covered.

That's a good thing.

Even if Fang Mo is a holy mother, he knows that he alone cannot save all sentient beings.

Moreover, when I said those words at the time, I only saw a slight movement of compassion for the patients and their families.

He also didn't have the ability to help everyone. Being able to benefit these patients who were treated as exam questions was something Fang Mo never thought of before he spoke.

As the referee's electronic prompt sounded on the high platform, Fang Mo and the player named Sato slowly took their places.

The other party didn't imitate Yamagishi and say any harsh words.

Instead, he stared at Fang Mo's cold triangular eyes with meaning, and immediately moved his lips.

Seeing this, Fang Mo raised his eyebrows in confusion;

"Ah? What did you say?"

As soon as these words came out, the thin player named Sato suddenly sneered, and a trace of pride appeared on his face.

He moved his lips again and murmured.

But his voice was too soft and Fang Mo couldn't hear him at all.

But when he raised his head to meet this guy's mocking gaze, Fang Mo could still feel that he was probably trying to blame himself, right?

You laugh at your mother...

A feeling of dissatisfaction welled up from the bottom of my heart.

The next moment, he raised his hand.

Snapped--

A loud slap rang out in the venue, and was broadcast to the national audience through the live broadcast on the big screen.

At this time, everyone was stunned.

"Did you leave your fucking vocal cords at home?"

"If you laugh at me like a hammer, if you laugh at me again, I'll call the police."

"Damn it, has anyone ever told you that you look weird when you smile?"

Villain Fang Mo complained first, and after beating the person, he covered his arms and rubbed goose bumps with a strange look on his face.

It's like watching a silly person.

Over there, Sato was slapped and was knocked unconscious by Fang Mo.

The referee next to him was also shocked.

My heart said, Brother, do you know what kind of occasion this is?

This will be a live broadcast.

Hundreds of millions of people across China can see what you do, and you beat someone up in front of everyone?

However, not only did the online audience not feel that Fang Mo's behavior was wrong, some even expressed support.

Given his current popularity, as long as he doesn't shit on a high platform, anything he does is probably reasonable.

Even if Doctor Fang does something particularly strange, in the eyes of the Chinese audience, it must be due to fate.

There is no way, Fang Mo's influence has reached a terrifying situation with the help of two heats.

Even those few who had prepared copywriting in advance were originally the editorial departments of major mainstream app platforms who wanted to take advantage of China's first victory to regain a wave of reputation.

Most likely, I never expected that Fang Mo would become popular so quickly.

"I can speak some Japanese. Player Sato just now was obviously mocking Doctor Fang. What he said was a curse word."

"What dirty words?"

"I don't know, it's just a dirty word."

Several paragraphs of dialogue flashed across the barrage, and countless viewers were stunned.

"???"

But there are still a lot of smart people online.

Everyone quickly understood what the first audience member meant.

"Oh, I understand. Didn't you understand upstairs? Sato was just swearing and swearing!"

"Yes, Sato scolded Divine Doctor Fang, so Divine Doctor Fang was so angry that he couldn't beat him."

"Yes, yes, that's right. Sato disrespects our Chinese team players and deserves a beating."

"Yes, nothing wrong."

"I'm a spoken language major, and I can read lips. Sato just said a very dirty word."

Other Sakurajima viewers in the live broadcast room were shocked.

Damn it, we didn’t even understand what Sato was talking about in that thin mosquito voice, but you Chinese audience understood it all?

No, don’t all Chinese people have such high academic qualifications these days?

Not only can a group of people read lips at the same time, but they have even learned Japanese?

Sato muttered curse words in Japanese.

The Sakurajima people didn’t understand it, but the Chinese people understood it first?

Is this fucking reasonable?

It's just that the rhythm was too intense, and a few comments from Sakurajima people who wanted to help Sato explain a sentence or two were directly drowned in the comments from the Chinese audience.

Where the hell are these Sakurajima viewers going to reason with?

"He berated me!"

At the same time, Fang Mo on the stage was also aggrieved and complained to the referee.

Hearing this, the referee wanted to give him a thumbs up.

You still have a trick up your sleeve!

It seems that it is not only a competition of medical skills, but the people of Sakurajima are not getting any benefit from you in anything they do. Yang Tianci, this little old man, has picked up a living treasure!

On the other side, Sato covered his face and babbled in Sakurajima dialect, seeming to be condemning Fang Mo's slap.

However, the referee still coughed dryly and pretended not to see it;

"It's true that Player Sato was wrong when he cursed people just now, but Player Fang Mo shouldn't hit people either. After all, we are an official medical competition, not a fighting competition."

"Okay, let's do it like this. Each side will take a blow. No one will suffer anyway. You both take a step back."

As soon as these words came out, everyone could tell that the referee was biased.

Even the judges from Sakurajima's side at the judges' table had their eyes widened and they almost stood up and cursed.

However, thinking that the game will continue, and if it continues to be delayed like this, we don’t know how long this first knockout match will take place.

At this thought, the referees from Sakurajima looked at each other, and they all glanced at Fang Mo with resentment.

The referees and the jury in China were on the wrong side, and naturally the judges in Sakurajima were the same.

Even though the diagnosis results and judgments written by Fang Mo in the last round just overwhelmed Yamagishi by an unknown number of dimensions, the referee on Sakurajima's side still only gave him the same score as Yamagishi, without adding any more points.

In fact, everyone is trying to deviate from each other, but the gap in the previous games is really too big.

Even if the Chinese judges wanted to openly deviate, they would not be able to give a high score.

There is no way, who makes his own players fail?

As long as the level difference between the two sides is not much different, it would be fine for them to tie the game.

But the gap is really too big.

After many patients were brought forward, the diagnostic opinions submitted by the Chinese players and those submitted by Sakurajima players were completely different from those of old Chinese medicine doctors and intern doctors.

How to pull off the balance at this time?

The next moment, the referee's voice slowly echoed throughout the venue.

Countless spectators were once again sitting upright.

Everyone wants to see whether Fang Mo, the dark horse who emerged from nowhere, will be a flash in the pan or a black horse!

"Everyone is in his place..."

"The tenth round, the knockout rounds begin!"

In the audience, Miss Sakamoto looked annoyed and gritted her teeth.

"Fang Mo, just wait until your reputation is ruined."

"This round, I will never let you continue to be proud."