Almost at the same time the referee said "start," Jiang An had already picked up the bottle and poured the liquor down his throat without hesitation, drinking it quickly and rapidly.

As Jiang An drank, he looked at Lin Yang with a provocative gaze.

"Brother Jiang is awesome!"

"When it comes to drinking contests, Brother Jiang has never lost. How about it, kid? It's not too late to admit defeat now."

The henchman standing next to Jiang An looked at Lin Yang with a smug expression.

Hearing his younger brother's call, Jiang An became even more excited and proud.

Lin Yang watched the other person drink, and although he didn't like the person, his medical ethics as a doctor made him kindly remind him: "Drinking too fast can easily cause stomach perforation."

"What? Are you scared already?"

Jiang An stopped drinking and looked at Lin Yang with a mocking expression.

Seeing that Jiang An had no intention of listening to his advice, Lin Yang stopped paying attention to him, calmly filled his glass, tilted his head back and poured the wine into his mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed, and although he was slower than Jiang An, his movements were more handsome and steady.

Moreover, the amount of wine in the glass was not much less than that in Jiang An's.

Xiaoya watched worriedly from the side.

The rest of the guests at the banquet watched the two drink against each other while they drank and ate, congratulating the old man.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang An was already flushed from drinking, and his eyes were slightly glazed.

Lin Yang remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.

Afei, standing to the side, was showering Lin Yang with compliments.

"Boss is awesome! Boss is amazing! We'll drink the other side to death!"

"With such a low alcohol tolerance, you dare to compare yourself to our boss?"

"Go home and drink your milk!"

Jiang An gritted his teeth and slurred angrily, "Who do you think you are? Shut up!"

"That's right, our boss hasn't even started yet!"

"But your boss, looking at that pretty boy's physique, isn't he afraid of drinking himself into the hospital?"

Jiang An's henchmen were not to be outdone.

Jiang An and Lin Yang were drinking at the table.

Ah Fei and Jiang An's underlings were boasting about their boss's abilities.

Neither side was willing to give in.

Time passed slowly, but Lin Yang's drinking speed remained unchanged.

Jiang An, on the other hand, was already running out of steam. He watched Lin Yang drink one cup after another, and although he was already somewhat delirious, he still forced himself to give orders to the servants beside him.

"Keep going! Keep going!"

"Don't get cocky, kid! This is just the beginning!"

Jiang An glared at Lin Yang with hatred.

Lin Yang smiled faintly, as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.

The way he looked at Jiang An was like an adult looking at a childish and foolish brat.

They weren't even cannon fodder opponents.

"Young Master Jiang, let's just forget about it."

"This Dr. Lin looks like a heavy drinker."

"Exactly, there's no need to hurt yourself over a nobody."

Those around him could see that Jiang An had reached his limit and offered him advice.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Who do you think you are?!

"Lin Yang, don't be so smug!"

As Jiang An spoke, he forced himself to drink alcohol despite his physical discomfort.

Lin Yang looked at the other person calmly, his tone even more composed than his expression.

"Your body has reached its limit, you might as well admit defeat now."

Jiang An couldn't stand Lin Yang's expression the most.

"I think it's your own fault for not being able to do it."

As Jiang An spoke, he continued to pour wine into his mouth.

Although Lin Yang couldn't drink as fast as Jiang An at first, Jiang An's drinking speed gradually slowed down.

Lin Yang, on the other hand, remains as steady as an old dog even now.

Therefore, in terms of the amount of alcohol consumed, Lin Yang had long surpassed and defeated Jiang An.

Jiang An was simply unwilling to admit defeat so easily.

As Jiang An spoke, he opened another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

Lin Yang stopped drinking. Seeing this, Jiang An thought that Lin Yang had finally given up. He was overjoyed and forced himself to drink faster, despite his discomfort.

The people at the other tables stopped eating at some point and all looked in their direction.

Lin Yang held up three fingers.

One is retrieved every second.

"three."

"two."

"one!"

As Lin Yang uttered his last word, Jiang An collapsed to the ground.

Lin Yang poured himself another glass of wine and drank it quietly.

"Young Master Jiang, Young Master Jiang, are you alright?!"

"Son, son!"

"Call an ambulance! What are you all standing there for?!"

With Jiang An's fall, the banquet immediately descended into chaos.

Lin Yang glanced calmly at Jiang Shao, who was lying on the ground but still looked like he wanted to kill him, and spoke indifferently.

"No need to call me 'Dad,' I don't have a son as stupid, ugly, and trash as you."

"Remember to stay away from Xiaoya in the future."

After finishing his speech, Lin Yang walked to the side and went to enjoy his meal in peace.

Afei glanced at the chaos over there, thought for a moment, and then walked over to Lin Yang and sat down next to him to eat the meal together.

"Big brother, you're awesome! How do you manage to drink so much and still be fine?"

Afei looked at Lin Yang with an expression of adoration, his eyes sparkling as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Lin Yang chuckled and explained to A Fei.

It turns out that Lin Yang had already given himself an acupuncture point to help him sober up before he even started drinking.

Even if Lin Yang drank for an hour, or even for a whole day, he would only have to go to the toilet a few more times.

After listening, Afei gave Lin Yang a thumbs up.

"It has to be my brother Lin who's amazing."

The banquet ended a little over half an hour later.

After celebrating with the old man for a while, Lin Yang and Xiao Ya returned to the hospital together.

Everything at the hospital was normal, except for a few more difficult-to-treat patients.

"Dean Lin, I found these patients outside other hospitals."

Ever since Lin Yang discovered that some hospitals were actually throwing away patients who couldn't be cured.

Lin Yang hired a group of people to collect patients who were confirmed to be terminally ill and bring them to the West City Hospital for treatment.

"This patient has severe kidney disease, but cannot afford a kidney transplant. Dr. Lin, what do you think?"

"I see."

Lin Yang took the medical record from Xiao Hu and glanced through it casually. After getting a general idea of ​​the situation, he walked towards the patient's ward.

"My son, my son, please don't die! What will I do if you die?"

From afar, Lin Yang could hear the sorrowful cries of the patient's family.

Lin Yang quickened his pace slightly and headed towards the other person.

"Make way, make way, our dean is here!"

The nurse who was with Lin Yang led the way.

"Can you really cure my son?"

The patient's mother looked at the excessively young Lin Yang with suspicion and stood in front of the bed to prevent him from getting close.

“My son has kidney cancer, and it can’t be cured without a kidney transplant.”

Lin Yang ignored the patient's mother and looked at the patient himself, who was pale and thin with multiple fractures all over his body.

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