I became beautiful by eating melons

Qian Hui's microphone was taken away, and when he heard Chen Guang's questioning, the smile disappeared from his round face.

"Vice President Chen, do you have any questions?"

"The treatment plan I provide is based on my many years of clinical medical experience and is highly feasible."

The result was unexpected. Chen Guang's face was gloomier than usual. He stared at Ye Rou with a ghostly look, full of unwillingness.

"Ye Rou, can you guarantee that the treatment plan you provide is indeed effective for this patient?"

There were mixed reactions in the stands.

But most people stood on Chen Guang's side.

"What Vice President Chen said makes sense. The treatment plan could also be fake."

"But didn't the experts say that they couldn't tell the patient's condition? Who could help Ye Rou to fake it?"

"What the experts say must be true."

"That's right. Maybe the expert and Ye Rou are in collusion to deceive us and create the illusion that Ye Rou is a very good doctor."

"But this person really looks very uncomfortable. It doesn't seem like he is pretending."

"You don't know whether he is really in pain or not."

"So many experts can't cure his disease, is it possible for a little girl to cure it?"

There was a lot of chatter in the stands.

Seeing this, Chen Guang smiled maliciously and stared at Ye Rou, waiting to see how she would respond to the endless doubts.

Before Ye Rou could answer, the patient with abdominal pain in the stands suddenly stood up and spat out a mouthful of black blood in front of everyone!

Black blood splattered on the ground, and the patient with abdominal pain turned pale in an instant, and he was about to die.

Everyone present exclaimed.

Ye Rou was closest to the patient and reacted the fastest. She supported the patient with abdominal pain, cleared away the debris on the examination table, and laid the patient flat.

The patient was convulsing all over, with beads of sweat dripping down his face, and his condition was getting worse and worse.

Seven experts rushed over quickly, and the people from the other two associations also stood up subconsciously and walked urgently to the center of the playground.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chen Guang suddenly said, "No one is allowed to move!"

His roar was amplified countless times by the loudspeaker and echoed in the playground.

Chen Guang said angrily: "Ye Rou, it's time to prove the feasibility of your treatment plan!"

Ding Zichun, who had been calm and composed, became furious. He held the railing and shouted, "Chen Guang, the competition is the competition, don't joke with the patient!"

Chen Guang was unmoved and insisted: "Ye Rou, everyone suspects that you cheated. Now is a good opportunity for you to prove your medical skills."

"To help her at this time is to cheat with her!"

His words were so firm that no one dared to wear the hat of cheating with so many people watching.

For a moment, the doctor who was rushing to the stage paused.

In the silence, the patient's painful groans echoed in everyone's heart.

He lay on his back on the examination table, spitting out large gulps of black blood. At this moment, no one suspected that he was faking it.

But no one came forward to save him.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a heavenly voice rang out.

"Zhou Nian, bring me my bag!"

Ye Rou shouted towards the stands.

Suddenly, six or seven young girls rushed out from the stands and skillfully pushed away the people surrounding them.

Zhounian handed the bag in his hand to Ye Rou, frowned and asked, "What else do you need?"

Ye Rou said quickly: "Clean towels, alcohol, iodine, let the onlookers disperse, keep the air ventilated!"

"Okay." Zhou Nian and the other seven immediately took action.

Zhao Jinmei and Gao Ya, who also had a cheerful personality, separated the onlookers.

"Everyone, disperse and keep your distance!"

Zhou Nian and Zhang Baozhu went to find what Ye Rou needed.

Sun Baiqing, Jia Wenzhen and Su Hui stood guard around the area, trying to prevent anyone from rushing up and causing trouble.

Ye Rou took out an acupuncture kit from her bag, undressed the patient, gathered her inner strength at her fingertips, and inserted the golden needles.

The gold needle is extremely thin, and when it pierces the human skin, the tail of the needle shakes.

One injection after another was given. At the twelfth injection, the patient opened his mouth and spat out the last mouthful of black blood, and his body suddenly calmed down.

His twitching body was no longer tense, and his limbs were relaxed and stretched out.

The painful groans stopped and turned into shallow breathing sounds. It was obvious that his condition was effectively under control.

The seven experts stared at it intently and exclaimed in admiration one after another.

The newspaper reporters rushed over, surrounded the expert, and asked, "Excuse me, is Ye Rou's treatment correct?"

"Of course it's correct!"

Experts praised it again and again:

“Acupuncture point identification is accurate.”

"Through acupuncture, precise stimulation can dredge the body's blocked meridians and stimulate the body's own regulatory ability. It's amazing!"

"Our original treatment plan was hematoma removal, which involved cutting open the abdominal skin, avoiding the blood vessels, finding the hematoma site, using an aspirator and a scraper to remove the blood clot, and then suturing it."

There was cutting and sucking, and the reporters' scalps were tingling when they heard it.

The expert continued without noticing, "The operation is extremely risky and prone to sequelae. The current level of surgery is not good enough and the possibility of cure is extremely low."

He talked a lot but didn't get to the point. Another expert came over and said impatiently:

"Dr. Ye Rou uses acupuncture to stimulate the human body and reopen blocked blood vessels, thus avoiding surgical risks and solving the problem from the root. This is really wonderful and worthy of being acupuncture that has been passed down from thousands of years ago. It's amazing."

Just as these experts were vying to praise Ye Rou, the condition of the patient on the stage had been effectively controlled.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

People from the school came down to maintain order and asked everyone to return to the stands.

Qian Hui took the microphone back from Chen Guang with a smile. Seeing Chen Guang's ugly face, he still didn't let him go. He asked, "Professor Chen, Ye Rou has proved her medical skills. Do you have any other questions now?"

Chen Guang's face darkened and he remained silent.

Qian Hui chuckled and said, "Now please go back to the center of the playground."

Chen Guang stood back beside Ye Rou, and said with a gloomy face: "Little girl, you are lucky."

Ye Rou ignored him, her big round fox eyes fixed on Chen Guang's patient, the nine-month pregnant woman.

Qian Hui announced again: "Vice President Chen scored 93 points, and Ye Rou scored 93 points, which is a tie. I declare this match..."

"My stomach hurts!"

Suddenly a scream interrupted Qian Hui again.

He looked towards the center of the playground impatiently, "What happened again?"

After seeing the condition of the pregnant woman on the stage, Qian Hui was stunned.

The pregnant woman was seen standing trembling on the stage, her dark pants were soaked with blood, making the color darker.

She covered her stomach and screamed.

Ye Rou reacted the fastest and rushed over to support the pregnant woman.

She always felt that the pregnant woman's face was abnormally pale, and she was always paying attention to her condition.

My hunch was right. I was probably experiencing a threatened miscarriage caused by chronic high blood pressure! It could even be heavy bleeding!

Chen Guang stared at the blood on the ground with a panicked look.

This was the case with his mother.

"Chen Guang, Chen Guang!" Ding Zichun roared repeatedly, calling Chen Guang back to his senses.

He looked at Ding Zichun in surprise.

"What are you still standing there for? This is your patient!"

Looking at the blood all over the floor, Chen Guang's hands couldn't stop shaking.

Someone from the Western Medicine Association pushed him and motioned for him to come forward.

Chen Guang approached unexpectedly, his eyes were bloodshot and the smell of rust was all over his face.

He suddenly shook his head, "No, I can't."