Chapter 345: Group of Death
Tang Chengde patted her shoulder and said, "Go."
"Um."
Qiao Xi walked into the conference room, where hundreds of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners were shoving each other in. She was accidentally bumped into, and someone stepped on her shoes.
Qiao Xi finally realized how unpopular she was.
These people have clear likes and dislikes, but are easily instigated.
Without finding out the truth of the matter, they were busy taking sides and eliminating her, the person who brought shame to their sect.
Qiao Xi was squeezed and staggered, almost falling, but was supported by a white and slender hand.
"Are you okay?" the man asked softly.
He looked very young, with a pale face, and wore a long, green gown with a stand-up collar. He looked like a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, but he was quite handsome.
Wearing long gowns as training clothes may seem a little strange in this era, but among 500 traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, it is very common.
Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners wear loose and casual clothes to facilitate pulse diagnosis and treatment.
He has a very strange and attractive temperament. His eyes are black and white, like a whirlpool, and he is independent of the world.
He quickly withdrew his hand without overstepping the mark.
Qiao Xi shook her head: "Thank you."
She grew up in the countryside and didn't know most of the people here, let alone the young man in front of her. Qiao Xi slowly walked into the large conference room and found a seat in the corner. The young man also sat not far from her.
Qiao Xi noticed that he coughed softly from time to time and his physical condition was not very good.
It doesn't seem like an acquired disease, but rather a congenital deficiency.
At this time, Qiao Xi didn't know that her relationship with this person would never be severed in the future.
"quiet!"
Ma Hongwen, vice president of the Haicheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, stood on the stage and said, "The drawing of lots will begin now. After the drawing, someone will register. Some people should not take chances. The entire process will be monitored by cameras. Those who have finished registering can leave early. Please remain quiet."
When he said this, he looked at Qiao Xi in particular.
Many people covered their lips and laughed.
Those contemptuous and curious eyes fell on her.
Qiao Xi's back was straight, her brows and eyes calm, without a trace of evasion. She had been with Huo Xingzhou for so long, and she had also inherited some of his calmness and majesty, which should not be underestimated.
There were a total of 500 people at the scene, divided into groups of ten.
There are fifty groups in total.
The big screen displays the names of each group, which are randomly generated.
After each set of opponents was created, some lamented, others rejoiced. They seemed to be well aware of their competitors' strengths, and must have had many exchanges on a daily basis.
But Qiao Xi was completely in the dark and had no idea about these people's background.
When the screen jumped to group 49, Qiao Xi saw the young man move. He covered his chest, coughed twice, stood up, and walked forward.
Some people in the crowd were bored and whispered to each other: "Look, the sickly Shen family member has also come out. Their family's Sparrow Pecking Technique is almost out of successors. Who made the Shen family offend the Lu family? The Sparrow Pecking Technique is nothing compared to the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles."
"Think about how glorious the Shen family was back then. Before Cheng Han became famous, the Shen family was the most prosperous. But until now, each generation has been weaker than the last. Shen Xuanzhi is born with a deficiency, so who knows how long he can live."
"Anyone can get a piece of the pie! These declining families can't keep up with the development of the times."
Qiao Xi's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
She remembered Grandpa Cheng saying that every family knew some acupuncture techniques, but only the Shen family's acupuncture technique was unique in the world and was a magic needle for treating chronic diseases.
It turns out that he is a member of the Shen family, Shen Xuanzhi.
A mysterious and wonderful person.
This name should carry the greatest wish of the elders and is also the last hope of the Shen family.
Shen Xuanzhi, chosen by God.
She watched Shen Xuanzhi register and then leave the conference room.
There were still quite a few people who had drawn lots and were still waiting, probably to see the fun between her and Xiang Mingzhu.
The list of personnel for the 50th group soon appeared on the computer screen.
"Xiang Mingzhu, Han Jia, Li Songwen, Qiao Xi..."
"Wow!"
The crowd exclaimed.
"It's a group of death! With Han Jia's ability, he can definitely make it into the top ten this time. Li Songwen is the successor of the Li family's Qiankun Needle, not to mention Miss Xiang."
"The primaries are so exciting already. I wonder how some of those people who make such outrageous remarks will advance!"
"Only two people from each group can advance, and those who advance will be ranked according to their scores. I don't think this Chinese medicine disciple will even get a spot. Li Songwen and Han Jia are both strong, and they became famous at a young age. They both made their mark at the needle testing conference ten years ago."
"I remember ten years ago, Han Jia came in 17th in the needle trial competition, and Li Songwen was 9th. They're both outstanding. Ten years have passed, and they should have improved even more! The top ten in the previous competition could directly participate in the finals, but I never thought Li Songwen would actually participate in the preliminary round!"
"Have you forgotten that Miss Xiang was ranked eighth in the last needle testing competition?"
They are all masters!
The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine relies on talent, hard work, and unique skills passed down from generation to generation.
The top-ranked ones all had good family inheritances, far superior to those unknown acupuncturists. Even the most talented people would waste their time without a good inheritance.
Qiao Xi was lucky to meet Cheng Han.
At this time, she also saw through the sinister intentions of Ma Hongwen and Xiang Mingzhu.
Just as Tang Chengde had said, there was something fishy about the computer's grouping. They wanted to put her in the toughest group, leaving her with no chance of success. Only the top two in each group advanced, so they didn't want her to advance at all!
He wanted her to fail in the primary election!
It's a disgrace to Cheng Han!
Ma Hongwen said in a fake tone, "This group is truly full of experts. This is the matchup everyone is looking forward to." His eyes flashed with shrewdness, and he looked at Qiao Xi and said, "Miss Qiao, you made a bet with Miss Xiang. I didn't expect the winner to be decided so quickly. Is this the draw you expected?"
Full of malice.
The corners of Qiao Xi's mouth curled up slightly, but there was no warmth in it.
She stood up and looked at Ma Hongwen and said, "Vice President Ma, are you holding a grudge against me for slapping you in the face at Haicheng City Hospital, or are you targeting me because I ruined Zhuo Feng's Wanren Hall and prevented you from getting your share of the dividends?"
Qiao Xi would not be hypocritical and polite to him.
Ma Hongwen secretly took refuge with the Imperial Capital Lu family. He was helping Xiang Mingzhu to punish her. No matter how polite she was, Ma Hongwen would be merciless.
Why not, fight back!
Her temper is not as weak as before.
After Qiao Xi finished speaking, many people looked at her and Ma Hongwen in astonishment. They didn't expect that Ma Hongwen had such a dark history.
Ma Hongwen's fat face turned red.
"You...don't talk nonsense! What does Wan Ren Tang have to do with me?"
"oh?"
Qiao Xi raised her chin slightly and looked at him. "Zhuo Feng once told me personally that I destroyed Wan Ren Tang because I blocked the financial path of someone in the Haicheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, and I will not let it go easily in the future. I look around, and you are the only one who is particularly...targeting me. Did I misunderstand?"
"You are simply slandering me!"
Qiao Xi took slow steps and walked up to him: "Whether it is true or false, justice will prevail."
She picked up the pen, signed her name quickly and smoothly, then turned and left the conference room.
Ma Hongwen was left with anger, his chest heaving and his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
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