Rebirth in school

After a while, the experts and professors had all discussed the matter. The old professor, who was sitting in the middle, stroking his long beard and looking very ethereal, announced the results of the competition.

Fu Qingqing won the competition with the word "perfect".

Why do we say it is perfect? ​​Because the experts could not find any problems with the order written by Fu Qingqing.

The condition was explained clearly, and the prescription was perfect in terms of the medicine name, age, and dosage. Even the method of boiling the medicine was clearly written.

All the experts and professors who watched were full of admiration. Even the two leading professors, the foreign devil and the Korean, said nothing and just nodded in acquiescence.

There's nothing you can do. They really can't find any fault with it. There's no reason to complain at all.

The following games were won without any suspense. The Japanese devils had not even finished examining a single patient, but Fu Qingqing had already finished them all.

The last person to come up was the short foreigner who had first mocked senior Wang Xiaofang.

After he came up, he did not rush to see the patient, but looked at Fu Qingqing suspiciously.

"Student, I suspect you are cheating. After all, this is your territory and the patient was brought from your hospital."

"You must have known the cause of their illness in advance, that's why you were so quick."

Shorty, when these words came out, the hospital directors sitting below became unhappy and started to speak out.

"Student, what are you talking about? All the patients are selected from various hospitals with difficult and complicated diseases, and they all voluntarily sign up for the program. How can this be cheating?"

"I'm telling you, you're standing on our country now. It's not a place where you can talk nonsense. It's better to use evidence when doing things."

When the short foreigner heard what the dean said, he sneered.

"Then can you explain to me how this student can examine all the patients so quickly?"

"If she didn't know the condition and the solution, how can we explain this speed?"

When the deans of the various colleges heard what the short foreigner said, they looked at each other, frowned, and finally turned their eyes to Fu Qingqing.

In fact, they also had some doubts in their hearts as to why Fu Qingqing was so fast in curing diseases and prescribing medicines, and why he could achieve perfect results.

Could it be that someone in their hospital really told her about her condition in advance?

The deans were speechless and talked in low voices, falling into self-doubt.

Fu Qingqing on the stage chuckled when she heard this.

"What? Foreign devil, you can't win, so you start to slander?"

"That's right. Being unreasonable is the usual style of you Japanese people. What's wrong with that?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound. There are many people who are better than me. There are always people who are better than you. Don't you understand that?"

When the short foreigner heard what Fu Qingqing said, he snorted.

"I don't care what you say. Anyway, I doubt your case. We don't recognize this match."

Looking at the unreasonable short foreigner in front of her, Fu Qingqing was so angry that she laughed.

Sitting on the chair, Fu Qingqing leaned lazily against the back of the chair, crossing her legs.

He folded his hands across his chest, glanced at the foreigner in front of him, and said indifferently.

"Okay, you said that I knew the conditions and prescriptions of these patients in advance."

"Well, I'll show you what it means that there are always people who are better than you and there are always mountains beyond the mountains."

"You're just using the excuse that this is our territory, okay!"

"Now, let me point out on the spot what diseases you foreigners and Koreans have."

"If I can tell what's wrong with you, you can't say that you told me in advance and I'm familiar with the prescription and the condition, right?"

When the short foreigner heard Fu Qingqing say this, he was stunned for a moment. After he reacted, he laughed out loud.

"Okay, as long as you can point out the faults of those present here, we will accept this match."

Fu Qingqing glanced at the short foreigner, then turned her gaze to the professor who was leading the foreigners. If you want to pick someone, pick the tough one.

Fu Qingqing looked the professor up and down, pointed at him knowingly, and said to the short foreigner in front of her.

"Is this the professor who is leading your team this time? I said he has diabetes."

"And it's so sweet that you have to wear pants to sleep at all times, otherwise even mice will eat your meat."

Hearing this, the short foreigner laughed foolishly and said,

"Are you kidding me? How could my master have diabetes?"

Fu Qingqing looked at the short foreigner's rebuttal, tapped the table with an indifferent expression, and curled her lips.

"Is it true? Why don't you just ask your master?"

Below the stage, the professor that Fu Qingqing was talking about had a changing expression on his face.

From disbelief at the beginning, to embarrassment, his eyes finally lit up and he stared at Fu Qingqing.

I have already started to make up my mind. This female student can tell the cause of his illness just by looking at him. Can she cure him?

He no longer cared about whether it was shameful or not, nor did he care that the girl was from Country Z. He just wanted to cure the disease that had tormented him for more than ten years.

Looking at the eyes of the people around him, all were focused on him.

The professor thought that he would have to go to Fu Qingqing for treatment later, so he nodded awkwardly.

The short foreigner on the stage asked in shock after seeing the professor nod.

"Master, when did you get diabetes? How come I didn't know about it? Is it really as serious as she said?"

When the professor in the audience heard the question from his silly apprentice, he immediately vomited blood, glared at the short foreigner fiercely, and thought hatefully in his heart.

This, is this really his apprentice? Not his mortal enemy. He even nodded in public.

His good disciple actually asked him when he got sick. How come he didn't know? He was so embarrassed.

The old professor snorted coldly, looked at the short foreigner above, and said with a little anger.

"How dare you ask? Don't call me Master anymore. You can't even tell that I'm sick. How dare you!"

Although the short foreigner on the stage was a little slow to react, he was not a fool. When he saw that his master was angry, he also reacted.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, then turned to vent his anger on Fu Qingqing and said dissatisfiedly.

"Humph, what's the point of just looking at one? If you have the ability, go ahead and tell me. Maybe this is just a lucky coincidence."

Fu Qingqing saw that the short foreigner in front of her was still so tough, then turned her gaze to the female professor who was leading the Koreans over there, sized her up and said.

"This female professor must have some cerebrovascular disease or something. She feels dizzy every day."

Hearing this, the Korean female professor in the audience was as shocked as the foreign professor next to her.

After the shock, the female teacher put away her expression and nodded calmly.

When Fu Qingqing saw her nod, she turned to look at the short foreigner and said with a smile.

"What's up, little devil? Am I just a blind cat that has caught a dead mouse again?"

After hearing Fu Qingqing's words, the short foreigner suddenly lost his toughness and looked a little embarrassed.