The reborn miracle doctor used cheats, and the prince loved him

The next day's arena competition began.

Yelulie faced off against the capital inspector, who once guarded the border and made great military exploits. Later, after the relations between the three countries stabilized, he should be recalled to the capital.

However, this Du Inspector had probably been away from the battlefield for a long time and was unfamiliar with martial arts. He was no match for Yelu Lie and was defeated in less than ten moves.

The inspector was about to surrender, but Yelu Lie cut off his head mercilessly. Blood spattered three feet and his head rolled down the ring.

All the generals sighed.

Yelulie put the bloody ax on his shoulder and laughed.

"You bunch of useless Han generals just know how to admit defeat."

All the generals were afraid of this Liao general who was highly skilled in martial arts and fierce and cruel.

Only Shen Qin, who had changed into Chen Yugui's body, clenched his fists in the audience.

He couldn't stand Yelu Lie's attitude of despising Han generals and life. If possible, he really wanted to compete with Yelu Lie again and trample this arrogant guy under his feet.

In the following competition, Jia Qing, the top martial arts champion, Zhao Li, the martial arts champion, and Tuoba Jun from Dali all defeated their opponents and advanced to the competition.

The injured was carried to the wooden shed next to the ring for medical treatment. All the imperial doctors watched in stunned silence as "Judge Shen" operated on the injured in a novel way.

An injured person's thigh was pierced by a knife and fork, and he was bleeding.

"The man named Wang Jingwen used a hemostat to clamp the artery so I could suture it."

"How can this be used?"

Wang Jingwen stared at the strange-looking clip, at a loss as to what to do.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Chen Yugui quickly clamped the bleeding artery of the injured person with hemostatic forceps, and then sutured it with special catgut.

Needles, threads, tweezers, and scissors were rotated rapidly in his hands, so fast that he could hardly see clearly, and the imperial doctor beside him was dumbfounded.

After sewing up this man's thigh, he had to perform emergency surgery on another victim whose lungs were pierced by a sword.

"Wang Jingwen, give him anesthetic as soon as possible!"

Wang Jingwen quickly prepared hemp powder and blew it into the injured person's mouth with a bamboo tube.

Chen Yugui pinched an object with a leather bag twice and handed it to Xiaoqing.

"Put this on his nose to inflate, and I'll perform surgery on him."

Fortunately, Xiao Qing was smart and knew how to use the "simple respirator" as soon as he saw it. He put the leather bag on the front of the injured person's nose who was out of breath, and pinched the air bag to supply him with oxygen.

After Chen Yugui disinfected the wound with alcohol, he cut open each layer of tissue with a professional technique, and a light sweat formed on his busy forehead.

"Everyone else, please go out and stay out of the way."

The other imperial doctors were driven out in this way, and they all became dejected and began to behave badly.

"I didn't expect that Shen Yuanjian is not only great at traditional Chinese medicine, but even surgery is beyond our reach."

"Yeah, it seems we still have a lot to learn from Yuan Shen."

Here, Shen Qin and Su Mu were facing off in the ring.

When Su Mu saw the flail stick that Shen Qin took out, he laughed and said with disdain.

"General Chen, are you here to do a sideshow?"

The military commanders who were watching were also very surprised when they saw the weapon in Shen Qin's hand.

At that time, the Duke of Qing, Han Feng, liked to use the flail stick very much, and listed it as a must-learn weapon for the elite soldiers of the Han family. However, after Han Feng's death, the flail stick had become an unpopular weapon because it was difficult to use, and it was rarely seen. Some people use it to compete with each other.

Wasn't swordsmanship what General Chen was best at back then? Why do you remember using a flail?

After hearing what Su Mu said, Shen Qin wasn't upset at all. She swung the flail stick and took a posture.

"General Su, please give me some advice! Watch your moves!"

Su Mu took the red-haired spear handed to him by the guard and swung it.

"It's a dream to defeat this general with such an outdated weapon!"

The two didn't talk much and started fighting.

After a few moves, Su Mu realized that he had underestimated the power of the flail stick.

It is said to be an inch longer and an inch stronger, but when stretched out, the flail stick is not much shorter than a spear.

His spear looked so clumsy in front of the unpredictable flail stick. As long as "General Chen" caught the opportunity, the tip of the spear would be entangled in the iron chain of the flail stick, swinging back and forth, making it difficult to use it.

As long as the spear was trapped and his position was disrupted, "General Chen" would take advantage of the situation to kick him or hit his body with a flail stick.

"General Chen" made fierce moves and powerful sticks, which won everyone's applause.

Su Mu knew very well that if he was careless and hit his head with a stick, he would be knocked unconscious on the spot.

Seeing that he was losing ground, Su Mu jumped back, dropped his spear, and refused to admit defeat.

"You're cheating by using this weapon. It's only fair that we compete directly with our fists and kicks."

He spoke with a big tongue because his cheeks were swollen.