After the divorce, I became a god that my ex-wife couldn’t reach.

Mao Deyong took the note in astonishment and said disdainfully, "Did he write it randomly?"

Then, his eyes fell on the note.

When he saw the words clearly, his eyes fixed and he subconsciously glanced at Pi Yangyang.

"This patient was indeed suffering from snake bites. She thought it was just a simple infection, so she didn't go to the hospital. She found a herbalist near the village and got her some herbs for internal and external use. But who knew that the medicine was not suitable for her condition, and she was sent to the hospital after her condition worsened. But after examination, the hospital informed the patient's family that the virus in the patient's body had caused multiple organ infections and brain infections..."

Ai Qiu Ming was obviously very familiar with the patient's condition and whispered to Mao Deyong.

Snake disease is generally not fatal, but if multiple infections occur, it is hard to say.

Mao Deyong was obviously aware of the patient's condition, and his eyes were even more shocked.

"Could he have known about the patient's condition in advance? Otherwise... he made a diagnosis without even examining the patient carefully?"

He obviously found it incredible.

"That's impossible. These ten patients are kept strictly confidential until confirmed. How did he know the situation?"

Ai Qiu Ming immediately shook his head.

"But... this is too outrageous! Patriarch Li and his team's diagnosis results haven't come out yet, but his came out first?!"

Mao Deyong really couldn't figure out how Pi Yangyang made the diagnosis.

At this time, Li Moheng and others were taking the pulse of their patients and then began to write the diagnosis results.

Those three are the heads of traditional Chinese medicine families, but their speed in diagnosing patients is not as good as that of a young boy?

Sensing something was wrong, Lu Xiuran came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mao Deyong immediately said, "President Lu, this is outrageous! That young man wrote down the symptoms without even examining the patient carefully. I feel like... he must have cheated!"

Lu Xiuran took the note and took a look at it, then looked at Pi Yangyang in surprise.

But he immediately said, "Don't talk nonsense without evidence. If he really cheated, then even if he could see the patient's symptoms, he couldn't give accurate treatment."

Ai Qiuming nodded and said, "Yes, we'll know when we see how he treats it."

Although Mao Deyong was reluctant to believe that Pi Yangyang had really discovered the disease, he also agreed with Lu Xiuran's words.

An accurate diagnosis does not necessarily mean the right treatment.

At this time, the diagnosis results of Li Moheng and three others came out and were sent to them.

The three of them looked over the diagnosis results of the four people. Lu Xiuran said, "After our judgment, the four people's diagnosis is correct. We have successfully entered the second test of the first level. The four of you will treat your patients."

The middle-aged people in the audience had been looking at Pi Yangyang on the stage nervously, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard Lu Xiuran's announcement.

"My wife must be cured. The child cannot be without a mother..."

The middle-aged man put his hands together and kept bowing to the stage.

Pi Yangyang looked at him intently, slowly opened the needle bag, and said, "A relative, come up to help."

The middle-aged man didn't even take the stairs on either side of the stage, but climbed up directly. "I'll do it."

"Prepare gauze, tape, and warm water!"

Pi Yangyang said to the staff again.

The staff looked at Lu Xiuran suspiciously, and Lu Xiuran nodded, "Do as he says."

The staff then hurried to prepare what Pi Yangyang wanted.

"President Lu, this patient's condition is very serious. If we are not careful, his life may be in danger. Are you really confident in letting him treat you?"

Mao Deyong looked at the woman and said hesitantly.

President Lu said: "He has made the correct diagnosis, so naturally he needs to be treated."

"But, given her condition, even if we take action, it is difficult to guarantee that we can control the progression of the disease..."

Mao Deyong said again.

"I know that even if I do it myself, I can't guarantee that I can save her life. That's why I chose her. Maybe... there really is an expert among the people who can save her life."

"Even if there is a master, it can't be this young man..."

Mao Deyong said this with disdain.

"How do you know if you don't try? I've said it before, don't judge a book by its cover." Lu Xiuran said solemnly.

Although Mao Deyong was very dissatisfied, he did not dare to say anything.

At this time, the staff had already brought the things.

"Roll her clothes up to show her waist."

Pi Yangyang said to the middle-aged man.

"well……"

The middle-aged man immediately helped the woman roll up her clothes, and then he saw a circle of gauze wrapped around her waist, with bloody medicine oozing out of it.

"Remove the gauze and wipe the area around the wound clean with warm water."

Pi Yangyang gave the order again.

The middle-aged man is an honest person. He lives in the countryside and his family is not well off, so he cherishes the opportunity of free treatment.

He obeyed Pi Yangyang's words, quickly untied the gauze around the woman's waist, and carefully cleaned the area around the wound.

Pi Yangyang slowly opened the needle bag and took out a golden needle.

Lu Xiuran, Ai Qiuming and Mao Deyong were not paying attention to Li Moheng and others, but were all paying attention to Pi Yangyang.

Lu Xiuran even took a few steps closer and looked at the golden needle in Pi Yangyang's hand with lightning eyes.

He has been practicing medicine all his life and can tell the quality of doctors' needles.

Pi Yangyang's golden needle made him feel an ancient atmosphere. The small golden needle was like a nimble golden dragon, twisting between Pi Yangyang's fingers.

He was secretly shocked and said in a lost voice: "Nine Profound Eighteen Needles? Are you the descendant of Master Tianyang?"

Pi Yangyang smiled slightly, turned to look at him, and nodded slightly.

His exclamation attracted the attention of almost everyone in the audience.

Even Li Moheng, Ma Shiqi and Huang Xu turned their heads to look over.

Ai Qiuming asked in astonishment: "President Lu, why are you so surprised?"

At this moment, Lu Xiuran's face was filled with excitement, his beard was shaking, and even his hands were trembling slightly.

"Do you remember the god-like Master Tianyang that I told you about?"

Lu Xiuran turned around and spoke to Ai Qiuming and Mao Deyong with a look of shock, excitement and excitement.

Mao Deyong nodded blankly, "I remember, but...what is his relationship with Master Tianyang?"

"Twenty years ago, I had the honor of meeting the Master. At that time, a patient came to me for help and I treated him. Unexpectedly, something almost happened to him..."

Lu Xiuran was still very excited when talking about the past.

"He's an important person. If I don't cure him, my future will be over! Just when I was worried, Master Tianyang came to the capital and happened to come to my house to ask for water. He accidentally saw the patient..."

"What happened next?" Ai Qiu Ming asked curiously.

Lu Xiuran smiled comfortably, his eyes full of admiration, "Later, when the Master was about to leave, he suddenly asked me if there was a patient at home."

"Ah? How did he know if he didn't enter the house?"

Ai Qiu Ming was dumbfounded.

"This is the master's skill. He felt the breath of a patient in my yard right from the door. I was also very surprised at the time. After admitting it, he went straight into the yard and broke into the room. Without saying a word, he took out the needles and gave the patient acupuncture..."

Lu Xiuran said excitedly.

Mao Deyong couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "Is this person so reckless?"

"He was not reckless, because the patient was already barely breathing, and was about to die. I was desperate, and the patient's family was ready to see him off. However, after the Master gave him a few injections, the patient spat out some thick phlegm and actually came back to life..."

After hearing what Lu Xiuran said, not only Ai Qiuming and Mao Deyong, but also Li Moheng and others were shocked.

"This... this is too amazing!"

Ai Qiu Ming said with some disbelief.

"There's something even more amazing coming..." Lu Xiuran swallowed his saliva and continued, "The patient's vital energy had already been cut off. Even if he was saved, I estimated that he wouldn't live for more than three months. But the Master gave him a prescription, and the patient would be completely cured after taking it for three courses..."

Ai Qiuming asked in astonishment: "So amazing? Then...what happened to the patient later?"

Lu Xiuran breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The patient is still in good health and is already 90 years old!"

"Ah? This is too amazing... So, his medical skills are even better than those of the descendants of Xuanyi Sect..."

Ai Qiu Ming also exclaimed.

Lu Xiuran nodded, looked at Pi Yangyang again, and said expectantly: "The needles used by this young man are the Nine Mysterious Eighteen Needles that the Master used back then. At that time, the Master also asked me to take a closer look. So I can be sure that he must be the Master's successor."

Ai Qiuming suddenly said: "No wonder he is so courageous and so confident! It turns out... his master is so powerful..."

Unexpectedly, Mao Deyong said disdainfully: "His master is great, but that doesn't mean he is great! Chinese medicine is not that easy to learn..."

At this moment, Pi Yangyang had already inserted five golden needles into the patient's waist. With a backhand sweep, the golden needles trembled like a flying golden dragon.