Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

Chapter 77

Du Feng's words resonated deeply, and a sparse ovation rang out from the audience.

Du Feng straightened his back and took half a step back, glancing at Ye Qinglian and Chen Li out of the corner of his eye, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

The president of the medical association picked up the second answer sheet, which was Ye Qinglian's.

"Ye Qinglian's answer sheet..."

The president drew out the word, rubbed his thumb on the paper, and then said:

"The idea is novel, and the understanding of meridian circulation is unique. However, compared with the standard answer, there are deviations in the location of several key acupoints. Ye Qinglian's decision on this part is pending."

To be determined.

To put it bluntly, they were afraid that the pre-selection would be too obvious, so they deliberately confused the public and glossed over it when announcing the results. This way, they wouldn't offend the forces behind the Ye family, and they could secure the spot for the pre-selected person.

Ye Qinglian was intelligent and naturally understood these people's intentions.

Next up is Chen Li's answer sheet.

"Chen Li," the president finally spoke, his voice a few decibels deeper than before, "the seventeen additions you wrote are completely different from the standard answers published by the Medical Association."

The audience erupted in a clamor.

The jeers, boos, and laughter were mixed together, ten times louder than in the first round.

The president raised his hand and pressed it down slightly, waiting for the room to quiet down a bit before continuing:

"The standard answer was the result of meticulous analysis and repeated verification by twelve national-level veteran TCM doctors."

"Your answer sheet is completely unorthodox, even overturning the most basic principle of the Three Yin Points. I'd like to hear what your basis is for writing this."

These words, though seemingly polite, were actually a knife already being thrust into Chen Li's face.

Du Feng, sitting in the audience, breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders hunching over.

He's already won. What follows is just a formality. The more this hothead from Harmony Hospital makes a scene, the worse his death will be.

Chen Li calmly removed the red blindfold and casually draped it over a corner of the long table.

He looked at the piece of paper in the president's hand as if it were something insignificant, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Li spoke, his voice not loud, but every word carried to the ears of everyone present, replying:

"The president said that the standard answer has been repeatedly verified by twelve national experts. So I would like to ask, among these twelve experts, which one has personally seen the original manuscript of this unique book?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

The president of the medical association's eyelid twitched, and he placed the answer sheet on the table, pressing his palm against the paper:

"The original manuscript is a first-class cultural relic in the collection of the Chinese Medical Association, and it is not allowed to be accessed by anyone other than top experts in related fields."

"But the photocopies, high-resolution scans, and annotations from physicians throughout history are all well-preserved. The twelve senior physicians based their standard answers on these materials..."

Chen Li did not wait for the chairman to finish answering.

He took two steps forward, stood in front of the long table, and his gaze swept over the ten judges before finally landing on the tattered photograph spread out on the central table.

"This book on acupuncture secrets originally had 47 pages. Pages 3 to 7 discuss the timely selection of acupoints for the twelve meridians, while pages 8 to 12 specifically discuss the acute needling methods for the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming."

"The page you used to test us today, page fifteen, discusses the special needling techniques at the points where the Ren and Du meridians meet, right?"

The color drained from the president's face.

He looked down at the standard answer, then looked up at Chen Li, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.

Chen Li pointed to the yellowed paper on the projection screen:

"This was taken from the latter half of page sixteen. The first six lines were missing from the description of the contraindications of the Shenque acupoint, and the last four lines were added from the Taichong acupoint combination on page seventeen."

"The so-called fragments you produced are simply pieced together. Oh no, 'pieced together' is a euphemism; to put it bluntly, it's an outsider pretending to know what he's doing and piecing two pages together."

The venue was deathly silent.

Du Feng's smile froze, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Qinglian suddenly turned her head to stare at Chen Li, her usually calm eyes filled with shock.

The president crumpled the answer sheet in his fist, his voice tightening: "Nonsense! What makes you so sure?!"

"Why should I?"

Chen Li chuckled, a chuckle that carried the nonchalant air of someone who had weathered storms and was now facing shallow waters.

"Because I've seen the original manuscript."

"Forty-seven pages, from the first page to the last page, I've seen every single line and every single word."

"Not only have I seen it, I've seen it over and over again."

"When my master, Mr. Six Fingers, found this book at a street stall, the pages were brittle and crumbled at the slightest touch."

"My son and I were bored in jail, so we used it as toilet paper, tearing it up one sheet at a time."

"Write down the contents before using it. If you can't remember it after reading it once, read it twice. If you can't remember it after reading it twice, read it three times."

"I used all forty-seven pages; every word in the book is etched into my mind."

The president's facial muscles twitched slightly as he said:

"Since you're so confident, project what you've written onto the screen and let everyone give the most reasonable answer."

He realized that one person could not punish him, so he used the power of everyone to publicly execute this arrogant brat!

Someone in the audience stood up.

He was an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, with the badge of the Yuncheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association pinned to his chest.

He leaned on his cane, his voice hoarse but clear:

"President, I am but a humble old man, and after carefully reviewing it, I believe what he wrote carries more weight than the 'standard answer.'"

This sentence was like a stone thrown into ice, causing cracks to spread outwards with a crackling sound.

More and more people began to talk about it, and the voices gradually rose from whispers to louder ones.

Since it was said by the renowned medical master Yuan Shantong from Lianyungang, it is naturally authoritative, as he is one of the authors of medical textbooks!

No one has more authority than him to say such a thing!

Du Feng's face turned pale, and Ye Qinglian was equally shocked. Was Chen Li really going to win this round?

They can only hope that the ten judges will let them enter the third round, which would be enough to completely eliminate me, Chen Li!