Yan Jin glanced around at the crowd of onlookers and said coldly, "Since it's a competition, there should be some kind of prize. What do you want?"
"What I want is very simple: to stay away from the Marshal and not to get entangled with him," Shen Yimei said, raising her chin slightly as she looked at Yan Jin.
“Okay, no problem.” Yan Jin nodded. “My requirement is that you don’t cause us any more trouble and that you respect us.”
"Fine." Shen Yimei sneered. She was very confident in her abilities and had no worries about losing.
After making the agreement in front of everyone, Shen Yimei and Yan Jin both looked towards the main entrance.
The others also looked towards the entrance, excitedly and curiously waiting for the first patient to appear.
A short while later, a man walked in. He was in his forties, his clothes were dirty and oily, and his hair was also messy.
"Hello, I..."
"No need to speak." Shen Yimei interrupted the man, placing her hand on his arm and using her elemental power to examine his body.
After a while, she stepped aside and said to Yan Jin, "You can look now."
Yan Jin also walked to the man's side and touched his wrist with her fingers.
The man was completely bewildered. What was going on? He had come to visit his friend, not to see a doctor. Why were they asking about his health?
He tried to speak, but Bi Qingfang, who had appeared at some unknown time, gestured for him to be quiet. The man fell silent and stopped talking, letting the two of them do as they pleased.
A moment later, Yan Jin released the man and said, "I'm all better now."
Yun Duo took the paper and pen and handed them to the two of them. "Write it here. It's fairer this way. There's no question of who speaks first and who speaks later."
"good."
"good."
They answered in unison and picked up their pens to start writing.
The room was unusually quiet; everyone was eager to know what these two would write.
The most nervous person was the man. He wasn't sick, but now he felt like he was sick himself, his heart pounding with anxiety.
The two stopped writing, and Yunduo said, "Okay, turn around."
The two of them turned the paper over at the same time. The first thing they saw was Shen Yimei's paper, which read, "No illness, just some minor external injuries. You can leave it alone or recover in the treatment room."
This result is roughly consistent with the man's own understanding of his situation.
Looking at Yan Jin's paper again, there was only one word on it: "Poisoning, snake venom."
"..."
Everyone who saw these words fell silent.
"Poisoning? Is it an illness?" someone asked in a low voice.
"This isn't an illness, is it?" another person replied.
"Snake venom is difficult to heal on its own and cannot be completely cured, so it can only be transferred to logistics."
Regardless of what others said, the man nodded. "I was indeed bitten by a snake, but it wasn't serious. My hands and feet would occasionally feel numb. How did you know it was snake venom?"
He was more curious about how the little girl in front of him knew he had been poisoned than about the possibility of being poisoned himself.
"The examination revealed a blockage in the area around your little feet, with black blood clots. These black blood clots only appear after being bitten by a snake called a black cyan snake."
"Really? Snake bites are different from bites from other wild animals?" This time, not only the man was surprised, but everyone else present was also surprised.
“The artwork that was bitten by the snake has healed. This doesn’t count as an illness, so you can’t win,” Shen Yimei said hurriedly.
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