The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 965

Chapter 960 The Sixth Needle

"what--"

Yuan Qiu screamed and fell to the ground.

His cheeks were red and swollen, his hair was loose, and he looked miserable.

She looked angry, but she didn't dare to fight back, she just looked at Mrs. Zhao angrily.

Feng Changshan and the others were taken aback when they saw this, as if they never expected that Mrs. Zhao would slap Yuan Qiu in public.

These days, Mrs. Zhao is calm and elegant, harmless to humans and animals, so that people can't feel the slightest majesty, and people inadvertently ignore her identity.

Now that she is showing off her power, Feng Changshan and the others feel suffocated, let alone refute Mrs. Zhao, even if they support Yuan Qiu.

They were all sinking in their desire to speak for the people of Yangguo.

Wang Qiaochu frowned slightly, subconsciously wanted to speak, but remembered Zhonghai Jinzhilin's slap, took a few deep breaths and continued to remain silent.

"Host, judges, sorry for wasting your time."

After Madam Zhao frightened Yuan Qiu and the others to speak to the blood doctor, she turned around and bowed slightly to the referee team: "You guys continue—"

The referees nodded, and then gathered their heads together to discuss.

Bei Tingchuan didn't get angry anymore, but just stared at Ye Fan, wishing he could cut him into pieces.

He still hasn't figured out how Ye Fan won Heichuan Muxue.

He also had no evidence to prove that Kurokawa Muxue had betrayed, but he knew that Ye Fan was definitely the one who did it.

"In this round, Ye Fan scored one point for on-site diagnosis and treatment of patients, and Kurokawa Muxue scored zero points."

Ten minutes later, the host quickly received instructions from the referees, and shouted on the spot with a microphone: "Ye Fansheng."

"So far, the Shenzhou Hua Tuo Cup and the Yangguo blood medicine competition have come to an end."

"After [-] fierce matches, the Blood Doctor Sect was wiped out, and Ye Fan, the Shenzhou side, won the final."

"According to the rules of the game, the referee team announced that Ye Fan wins the competition between the two countries! Shenzhou wins!"

The sound resounded through the audience, causing countless people to be silent, and then Mr. Gong and the others cheered.

One by one was ecstatic.

Tang Ruoxue and Tang Qiqi were also very happy.

This not only means that Shenzhou has won, but also shows that the gold content of the Hua Tuo Cup is higher than that of blood doctors, and it has reached a higher level of recognition in the international community.

"Not to accept! Not to accept!"

The Blood Doctor Sect was full of grief and indignation: "Shady, shady."

"This young master won openly and aboveboard, which round will you demons and ghosts not accept?"

Ye Fan walked up to the high platform again to receive the golden champion badge, and then glanced noncommittally at dozens of blood doctor students.

"This competition was witnessed by the three major international medical associations, and the process was absolutely fair, just and open."

The host also issued a warning to the Blood Medicine School: "If the Blood Medicine School has no evidence to smear us with shady scenes, we will block the Blood Medicine School globally."

The disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect immediately shut up, and then yelled at Ye Fan: "Shameless, shameless, victory is useless."

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, didn't care, and waved a golden badge to demonstrate.

"Ye Fan, I don't accept it, I want to bet with you, I want to challenge you as the champion."

Bei Tingchuan suddenly pushed away several guards, jumped up to the high platform with a roar, and said viciously to Ye Fan:
"For this patient, for this condition, if I can't beat you, I will commit suicide on the spot."

"If you lose, I don't want your championship badge, and I won't change the outcome of the two-country competition. I just want you to say that you are not as good as me!"

"Ye Fan, do you dare to fight?"

After the battle between the Hua Tuo Cup and the Blood Medicine Sect was settled, Bei Tingchuan was powerless to change the champion, and he did not dare to provoke the three major international medical associations.

He can only use his own life sword to challenge Ye Fan.

As long as he defeats Ye Fan, Bei Tingchuan can save face, and he can also maintain the blood doctor's face.

In this way, the world will only say that the younger generation is not as good as Ye Fan, not that the whole blood medicine school is not as good as Ye Fan.

"Beitingchuan, do you want to be ashamed?"

Old Gong was the first to stand up when he heard the words, and shouted at Bei Tingchuan:
"Ye Fan's body is injured, and he has no strength to walk. If you challenge him at this time, aren't you bullying others while they are in danger?"

"Besides, this is an arena, not a stage of life and death. If you bet your life, is this trying to force Ye Fan into a murderer?"

"And there is no need for Ye Fan to compare with you."

"He's already a champion."

He could also see that Bei Tingchuan was in a hurry to jump the wall, and hurriedly reminded Ye Fan not to compete with him, the championship of the big competition is enough for Ye Fan to become famous, there is no need to show off at this time.

Mrs. Zhao also chuckled: "Ye Fan, the future is long."

She knew that Ye Fan had an enmity with Bei Tingchuan, and she was also worried that Ye Fan would become a confidante again.

"When you instigated Balang Kusanagi to attack and kill Song Hongyan, you were already on my death list."

Ye Fan looked at the murderous Bei Tingchuan and smiled: "It's just that, as Mr. Gong said, I don't need to accept your challenge."

"I've won the championship."

"As the leader of the team to challenge Shenzhou, with so many chips in hand, not only did you not win the game, but you didn't kill me. How can you explain to the blood doctor when you go back?"

"If my estimation is correct, your best ending is to commit suicide by caesarean section and die with dignity."

He stared at Bei Tingchuan calmly: "You are going to die soon, why should I be in a hurry?"

"you--"

Bei Tingchuan didn't expect Ye Fan to see it so clearly, and then he let out another mouthful of hot air:
"If you beat me, you will become famous."

"I only give one injection. If the patient's condition cannot be improved by [-]%, I will immediately commit suicide by caesarean section."

"Ye Fan, you don't even have enough bets for a single shot, do you?"

"Or do you think that the effect of [-]% of my injections will make the Chinese medicine look like a joke?"

He was aggressive and provoked Ye Fan: "Don't even dare to challenge with a needle, your gold content as a champion is too low, and it makes people even more suspicious that you won by illegal means."

Having said that, he glanced at Kurokawa Muxue who was sitting behind the auditorium.

"To be honest, I really don't believe that you can make the patient better with just one injection. I even think you will make the patient's life worse than death."

Ye Fan glanced at Lin Qiuling and smiled lightly: "It's just that you don't have much money to gamble, so I don't want to bet with you."

Bei Tingchuan's eyes protruded and he shouted, "What kind of gambling money do you want?"

"In this way, if you can't improve the patient with one injection, you can tell me how to bribe Lin Qiuling, how to poison the three of Nianhua, and your allies in Shenzhou."

Ye Fan took a step forward and leaned into Bei Tingchuan's ear and said, "If you are willing to swear on Your Majesty and tell me these things frankly, I will bet you this round."

Bei Tingchuan was short of breath, and stared at Ye Fan with resentment in his eyes, thinking that Ye Fan wanted money to death, but he didn't expect it to be their conspiracy.

Seeing Bei Tingchuan's hesitation, Ye Fan smiled lightly: "It's fine if you don't agree, I'm leaving, and the family is waiting to celebrate."

"Okay, I bet."

Bei Tingchuan could not stop clenching his fist, then took out his mobile phone and threw it on the table:

"Everything you want is in it, and if I lose, you just take it away."

As for the consequences, he was too lazy to think about it, because if he lost this round, he would definitely die.

Ye Fan was noncommittal: "You said there was one, right?"

Bei Tingchuan said viciously: "I can swear viciously, if I deceive you, His Majesty's family will suffer a terrible death."

"Okay, that's it."

Ye Fan turned around and shouted to the audience: "Just now, I reached a gambling agreement with Mr. Bei Ting."

"He made the patient's condition [-]% better with one injection."

"After reaching this level, I admit defeat, and I will declare that I am not as good as him."

"If he loses, he gives me this phone."

"Please ask the host and the referee team to leave the stage one tenth of the time and help us witness this scene again. Ye Fan will definitely thank you afterwards."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd who were about to leave the stage cheered again.

Today's accident made them feel extremely exciting, and now there is a game of betting against each other, which arouses a lot of interest.

The referee team and the host were also curious, so they all agreed to do another notarization.

"That's right, I only give one injection, and [-]% of the patients get better."

Bei Tingchuan pinched a silver needle and shouted confidently:
"I want to show you the true medical skills of the blood doctor."

"How amazing it is, how powerful it is."

"The medical skills of the Blood Medicine Sect cannot be belittled by small tricks or a game."

"The judges, the host, the disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect, and the audience in Shenzhou, the time has come for you to witness a miracle..."

After speaking, he sterilized the silver needle with alcohol for a while, and then approached Lin Qiuling and stabbed it near her lungs.

Lin Qiuling's lung disease was probably cured by him, and it was also because of his time-consuming complications that caused her to become a competition patient through a lot of manpower and financial resources.

Bei Tingchuan is confident that he will resolve Lin Qiuling's predicament with one shot.

A few days ago, he had already accumulated medicine in Lin Qiuling's lungs. As long as the silver needle fell and stimulated, Lin Qiuling would recover quickly.

This was also the biggest reason why he was angry with Kurokawa Muxue for admitting defeat.

He arranged everything and made a quick move, but Heichuan Muxue didn't give up. How could Beitingchuan not be furious?
But when his silver needle just pierced Lin Qiuling's lung, he saw Ye Fan stabbing Lin Qiuling's head from the corner of his vision.

"What? The dead end needle?"

With just one glance, Bei Tingchuan's body trembled, his face full of despair...

(End of this chapter)