On the live broadcast platform, a host helped translate Tang Xiaobao's words to the audience and netizens.

Suddenly, the Internet was in an uproar.

"The leader is finished."

"One versus ten? Domineering! But, this is a sure loss."

"The leader didn't drink?"

“This is outrageous.”

"It's not fair. It's so unfair."

"He asked for it, he can't blame anyone else."

"Oh, it's over, it's over this time."

"Everyone should help the leader to redress his grievances later. This is bullying."

"He beat them himself. No one said ten beat one."

"That won't work either. We have to speak up for him."

"Okay, I must."

…

Tang Xiaobao's relatives and friends were all dumbfounded.

They were puzzled.

Tang Xiaobao shouldn't be so impulsive.

That's not his personality.

Once you say this, you can't take it back.

Winning or losing is the most important thing, why bother saving face?

If you lose like this, it will be difficult for others to speak up for you.

Saying you are arrogant.

It says you are overestimating your own abilities.

How to refute it?

Tang Xiaobao insisted on fighting ten people alone.

The audience was in an uproar.

Because this game had long attracted attention from all walks of life and the media had been reporting on it several days in advance, the entire street was crowded with people and the citizens of the city also flocked to the scene.

The police also intended to let everyone in, so there were at least tens of thousands of spectators at the scene, watching the big screen and they were also talking about it.

Maddie couldn't help but speak.

"Tang Xiaobao, do you think you're going to lose, so you're doing this on purpose? Do you want to find an excuse for yourself if you lose? You're being a little childish. Everyone can see through your tricks. This is completely pointless."

"No, no, no, I'm just doing what I say. Do you think I'll lose? What are you afraid of? If I lose, I'll give your Western Medicine Association $10 billion. With so many media friends here, how can I deny it? If I wanted to hype it up, I wouldn't do that. But you, are you afraid of losing the competition, so you deliberately only send five people? If that's the case, I have to remind you once again. If you lose, you must admit in front of the media that Western medicine is inferior to Traditional Chinese Medicine. This is our agreement, right?"

The audience was in an uproar again.

Maddie was so angry that she couldn't speak.

He pointed at Tang Xiaobao and said angrily, "Okay, okay, you asked for this. Okay, we're willing to add five more people."

As he spoke, he took the microphone and began to call the roll.

Five experts walked out from the expert seats in the audience and went on stage.

A group of Western medicine experts looked at Tang Xiaobao, all glaring at each other.

Tang Xiaobao glanced at them with disdain and said to Jenny, "Host, I'm ready. Can we start?"

"OK, now, I'll draw lots and decide on the patient on the spot."

Jenny said with a smile.

Then, two columns of numbers appeared on the big screen, scrolling in a continuous loop.

According to the competition rules, the judging panel had prepared over a hundred carefully selected patients. They were all well-informed about their illnesses. Of course, there were no cancer patients among them. This was a favorable condition for Tang Xiaobao, as he was famous for his cancer treatments. Some of the illnesses suffered by today's patients could be quickly treated on the spot. The competition was about both parties' adaptability and treatment speed. Of course, Tang Xiaobao couldn't use Western medicine to treat them...

Jenny clicked a button on the computer.

On the big screen, the two columns of numbers stopped scrolling and two numbers appeared.

No. 17, No. 23.

"Please invite patients 17 and 23 to the stage for treatment. The Western Medicine Association will be responsible for treating patient 17, and Mr. Tang Xiaobao will be treating patient 23. Everyone present can bear witness. First, the patient's condition will be diagnosed. Both competitors will write down their condition, which we will later display on the big screen for verification... It should be noted that the judges already have the conditions of both patients, and they will be able to compare them shortly. This is the first step of the competition..."

Two patients came on stage together.

Patient No. 17 was a male patient, probably in his fifties, bald, and in low spirits. He was invited over by several Western medicine experts.

Tang Xiaobao's patient was patient No. 23, a woman in her thirties with average looks but a tall and sexy figure. When she saw Tang Xiaobao, she was actually a little excited.

“Oh, hello Mr. Tang, I’m your fan, my name is Carl Lucy.”

Patient No. 23 greets Tang Xiaobao.

Tang Xiaobao smiled and nodded, asked her to sit down, glanced at her, and began to write the diagnosis results on the diagnosis report.

"Mr. Tang, don't you need to ask about my illness? Actually, my illness is—"

"You don't need to explain. Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Your condition is not complicated. I can tell from just one look."

As he spoke, Tang Xiaobao had already written down the diagnosis results.

The host took the diagnosis report, looked at the results, and was shocked. The people from the Chinese Medicine Association had also written down the results.

"Dear audience, both teams have already written down their diagnosis results. Now please look at the big screen..."

There was a buzzing sound below.

"That's amazing! You're an expert indeed. You got the result so quickly."

"Tang Xiaobao is also very good. He only took one look and got the result."

"All correct. Now it all depends on their treatment methods."

…

"Everyone, the diagnosis results for both teams are completely correct. Let's begin the diagnosis phase now."

Tang Xiaobao took out the silver needles and began to give acupuncture to Carl Lucy.

The latter's condition is very simple, it is chronic stomach disease.

When Karl Lucy saw the long silver needle, her face changed, and she said with some fear: “Mr. Tang, this silver needle…is there any problem?”

"Do you believe me?"

"Of course, I'm your fan."

"That's good. Don't worry, there's absolutely no danger. You've had stomach problems for at least ten years. Without acupuncture, it's difficult to cure, and the effects won't be seen in a short time. Don't worry."

"Do I need to take off my clothes?"

"No, if you need to, we can go to the small room inside."

There are two small rooms on both sides of the ring. Every move outside can be seen by the audience, but when treating illnesses, it is sometimes inevitable to expose the body, so when necessary, they will go to the small room at the back.

While Tang Xiaobao was speaking, he had already started acupuncture.

Carl Lucy was taken away by Wanru and lay on an iron bed. Tang Xiaobao moved as fast as lightning, and more than a dozen silver needles had been inserted into her chest.

Carl Lucy was still a little nervous as she gently moved her hands, and she closed her eyes tightly.

Over there, several experts were prescribing medicine for the patients. The patients there had pneumonia and also had some asthma.

A few minutes later, the experts from the Western Medicine Association had completed the diagnosis and treatment. The patient no longer had asthma and was in much better spirits than before.