Whoever wins the second game will be the winner.

However, the rules of this competition are still the same. The only change is that the ordinary timed pulse diagnosis has been changed to classifying the patients according to their severity and urgency. Lin Yang and his two companions need to find the most seriously ill patients among a group of seriously ill people and give them a treatment plan.

This will make it easier for patients to receive treatment in different hospitals in batches after the competition.

As soon as the competition rules were announced, not a single patient's family member present disagreed.

In this way, the families of truly seriously ill people will not have to worry about their family members suddenly dying during the competition.

Or they died after the match because they weren't quickly transported to a new hospital.

Lin Yang sneered but remained silent.

These are all just official excuses.

The extent of the patient's illness was already known to those who had made the initial diagnosis.

To pull such a stunt.

However, it was specifically targeting him, because many of the patients present were originally from the hospital of Old Wang, Old Liu, and others, and some were even personally treated by them!

But so what?

Lin Yang is not afraid of this!

"Three, two, one!"

The competition officially began with a total of 300 patients present. Each patient took 100 pulses in three rounds, and the symptoms had to be recorded in a notebook after each pulse diagnosis.

One rotation takes one hour, so it takes a total of three hours.

Lin Yang remained calm and unhurried throughout; no matter what the illness was, he only needed to glance at it.

Taking someone's pulse is merely to confirm the situation.

Suddenly, Lin Yang's gaze swept across the room and stopped on a young patient.

Lin Yang's eyes narrowed and he said urgently, "He's dying!"