Chapter 349 Needle Test Conference

Three days later.

The preliminary round of the Chinese Medicine Needle Trial Conference kicked off in Haicheng.

Relevant media were present.

The event took place in a vast Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall, which could accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. During the heyday of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the last century, the hall was always packed. This Hall carries the dreams and memories of many people.

In the middle is the competition venue with the Yin-Yang Bagua diagram, which is in black and white.

There is a medicine cabinet not far away, and each compartment is filled with unlabeled herbs, with a wide variety of them.

There are 500 people in the primary election.

A group of ten people.

In the first round, half of the candidates were screened out through recognition.

The second round is about prescribing the right medicine for the right symptoms. Common symptoms are randomly drawn by lot and the contestants are asked to write down the prescription. Then they go to the warehouse where thousands of medicinal herbs are not marked with their names to select the correct herbs and hand them in to the examiner together with the drawn paper.

The earlier you complete it, the higher the score.

The second round will be chaotic, with everyone vying for first place and inevitably causing conflict, which is permissible. Humility is a virtue, but saving lives is a race against time, and one must be prepared to handle any unexpected event.

This is also one of the reasons why Xiang Mingzhu is sure that he can win. Who dares to compete with the heir of the Lu family's acupuncture technique in the imperial capital?

The official competition starts at ten o'clock in the morning, and it is less than an hour away.

Operating tables were set up throughout the TCM clinic, and high-definition cameras were fixed on all sides. Visitors gradually arrived, mostly experts and TCM enthusiasts, as well as family members of participants and passersby drawn by the trending news to join in the fun.

The venue, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, is already 70% to 80% full.

It looks very lively.

The entire Huo family went out.

Even Huo Jiancheng hid at the back, holding a small flag in his hand to cheer for Qiao Xi. Qiao Xi didn't have many complaints about him, at most she ignored him.

The damage that was done has not been healed so quickly.

Huo Sijiao and her daughter Du Juan wore cheongsams specifically to wish for a successful start, hoping that she would win the primary election.

Aunt Qian and Old Chen also arrived, their faces filled with smiles.

"Young Madam, we know your abilities. Don't be nervous, just play your best!" Aunt Qian patted her shoulder gently. "I watched this competition until the evening. It's really inhumane. They didn't even let us take a break."

She always kept a thermos by her side, wanting to have some hot, stomach-warming soup as soon as Qiao Xi finished the game.

Qiao Xi said softly, "Aunt Qian, this Chinese medicine competition not only tests a solid foundation, but also tests one's patience, carefulness, and concentration. They set it up this way, so there must be a reason."

She was not afraid of competing on an empty stomach or with anxiety.

Du Juan said, "I think it's a trick! When people are hungry and nervous, they sweat more easily and can't concentrate. This competition looks simple, but it's full of traps."

Qiao Xi smiled.

Her gaze swept towards Huo Xingzhou, and meeting his deep eyes, she blinked as if asking him if he had any other instructions.

Huo Xingzhou stretched out his warm palm and held her hand. He said, "Don't be afraid. No matter what the outcome is, I will bear it with you. Qiao Xi, you are not alone."

He understands her.

There was a hint of tears in Qiao Xi's eyes, and she nodded heavily.

"Um!"

She let go of his hand and turned to walk into the Chinese medicine clinic.

"Come on, sister-in-law!"

"Come on, Qiao Xi!"

Qiao Xi felt a surge of sadness in her heart, at least she had solid support behind her.

Inside the venue.

Xiang Mingzhu was showered with praise, and even Li Songwen stood beside her with a friendly expression. They heard the cheers for Qiao Xi but ignored them.

"You're shouting slogans so loudly, but what if you lose later? The scores of each round are displayed in real time on the big screen. If you lose face, you'll lose the whole day."

"Who said it was just one day?! I think she'll be nailed to the pillar of shame if she loses! Look, the disciple of the national doctor respected by all the people lost. Won't those followers of Mr. Cheng tear her apart? She's ruined Cheng Han's reputation."

Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.

Those who praise Cheng Han's good name may not necessarily be good for Qiao Xi.

They will also be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for Qiao Xi. After all, who can accept that the disciple of traditional Chinese medicine practitioner Cheng Han was eliminated in the first round of the needle trial conference?

Doctor Qiao from Haicheng City Hospital is famous for being an apprentice of traditional Chinese medicine.

She had received so many benefits from this name, but now she had to give it all up!

"How stupid! Miss Xiang, I don't know how she dared to bet with you. She looks so arrogant."

"Miss Xiang, I think you are the top candidate in the primary election, no doubt about it."

Li Songwen said softly, "Mingzhu's abilities are obvious to all. She's not like some clown seeking fame."

Xiang Mingzhu smiled modestly, "Please don't flatter me. Ten years ago, I was only eighth in the needle testing competition. Ten years have passed, and there are even more talented people. What am I?"

The more she said this, the more these people liked her.

When Qiao Xi entered the venue, they ignored her and deliberately isolated her. Only a few kittens were left around Qiao Xi, and one person didn't even move a step.

Qiao Xi saw the handsome and pale face, it was Shen Xuanzhi, the successor of the Shen family's sparrow pecking technique.

Qiao Xi looked at it a few more times.

So special.

Perhaps it was because his face was too pale that his eyes looked particularly cold and dark, like ink bamboo.

There is a scholarly air, yet also the gleam of swords and sabers.

…

Five minutes to ten.

Spectator access is closed.

Many Chinese medicine practitioners are well-known locally, and their fans come to cheer them on, some even imitate their fan circles and hold up banners and cheering signs.

Among them, Xiang Mingzhu has the most followers and the loudest voice.

In the audience.

Suddenly a huge banner was raised.

There were ten shameful words written on it.

"Sister Qiao, fly bravely, and your might will always be with you!"

Sun Shao and Zhou Yu shouted loudly with their friends. Even Shu Xue temporarily put aside her argument with Zhou Yu and came to cheer them on!

"Everyone, raise your voices! How can we lose to the people of the Imperial Capital on our own territory in Haicheng? Our sister Qiao has been bullied to death. Talk them down!"

This bet still aroused the passion of many people.

Sun Shao was the most indignant one among them.

"Where's the banner? Hand out all the cheering props I prepared. We can lose the game, but we must win!"

"Okay, Mr. Sun."

"Let's do it together!"

Liu Yi and Xu Yunye from the Liu family also arrived. Their cousins helped Major General Sun distribute the small flags. All the doctors and nurses from Haicheng Hospital who were not on duty arrived, and every member of the Liu family was present. All the families in Haicheng who had received favors from Qiao Xi were also present.

Although they didn't lose their composure and shout, their stance spoke volumes!

Not everyone in this world is an ungrateful person!

The kindness that Qiao Xi has poured into her will one day return to her like starlight.

Ten o'clock sharp.

The once-in-a-decade Traditional Chinese Medicine Ceremony has officially begun!

The dome is very high, and there are very old stairs leading up each floor.

There are examiners on each level, most of whom are old, white-haired masters of traditional Chinese medicine who have made achievements in certain areas.