Chapter 872 There are always people who don't want Qiao Ran to win

After the acupuncturist re-inserted the patient's body to remove all toxins and prescribed a prescription for follow-up conditioning, the host announced that the winner of the competition was Qiao Ran.

The acupuncturist seemed very calm and had accepted the result.

But Caesar could not accept it, and he protested passionately:

"This is unfair! Why is her patient a normal person, while my master's patient is a person with a misplaced heart? Who would have thought that someone's heart would grow on the right side? This is unfair to my master! Rematch! I demand a rematch!"

No one in the audience had any objections. After all, even the acupuncturist had admitted defeat, and the other miracle doctors also acquiesced. What qualifications did these little Karamis have to question it?

However, there are always people who don't want Qiao Ran to win.

Si Yan, who was so jealous that his wisdom teeth were about to break, had finally waited for this opportunity, so how could he let it go?

As soon as Caesar finished speaking, Si Yan echoed loudly:

"That's right, this is unfair! Although the two patients have the same condition, the patient who gave the acupuncture to the senior doctor had a heart on the right side. We can't compare them, we don't accept it, we want a rematch!"

Where there are those who speak out, there are those who echo.

Soon, some people started clamoring for a rematch.

The host looked at the miracle doctors, and they looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

It was the strange doctor who jumped out and said something fair:

"There's no need for a rematch! The prescription Miss Qiao just wrote down already clearly stated the special condition she diagnosed for this patient and the corresponding acupuncture points, so she has already won from the start!"

The ghost doctor picked up the two pieces of paper and stuffed them into the hands of the unconvinced Caesar, shouting even more angrily than Caesar:

"Hey! You want fairness! At the beginning, no patients were assigned. Both patients were lying there. Who made your master careless and started writing prescriptions after only examining one patient? My master has always been careful and cautious, so my master won from the beginning. What's so unfair about this?"

Caesar looked down at the two pieces of paper in his hand, and saw that they were the diagnosis results and corresponding treatments of the two patients. One of the papers clearly stated that the patient's condition was special and his heart was located on the right side of his chest.

Caesar's face turned red and white, and he racked his brains unwillingly to find another excuse.

"But even if Master was negligent and didn't notice that the patient's heart was on the right side, this is a special case after all. In terms of acupuncture alone, my Master is not inferior to this little girl..."

"Kesar, stop talking!"

The acupuncturist interrupted him.

"It is true that I am inferior to you in skills. We admit defeat! Miss Qiao, I really admire you. You are so talented at such a young age. Your future is limitless. I am defeated by you and I am convinced. I will withdraw from the competition with my apprentice now. I wish Miss Qiao a smooth competition and success in winning the Medical Saint Order!"

Although there was still a trace of embarrassment on the acupuncturist's face, he no longer had the contempt he had for Qiao Ran.

He knew that the reason for his loss was not only due to negligence, but also due to his lack of regard for the patient's life.

Being calm and steady when encountering special situations also has a bearing on the patient's life safety.

To put it bluntly, in terms of medical ethics and skills, he is not as good as that little girl.

He was completely convinced!

The acupuncturist's attitude was humble, so Qiao Ran was no longer cold. She smiled and said a few polite words, then watched the acupuncturist leave with the reluctant Caesar.

The parties involved have all left, and the few people in the audience who had just been shouting about the unfairness have now fallen silent.

Off the stage, Si Yan bit her back teeth and fiercely snapped her fingernails. She was so angry that she kept cursing the acupuncturist and Caesar in her mind for being cowards for giving in so easily.

Looking at the girl on the stage who was the same age as her but so outstanding and dazzling, Si Yan was so jealous that her nose was about to be crooked.

Why wasn’t I the one standing on the stage?

Why does that woman have such superb medical skills and rich experience at such a young age?

Could it be that I was so lucky that some reclusive master who was indifferent to fame and fortune took me in as his disciple and taught me everything he knew?

Why am I not so lucky as to meet a hidden master?

Otherwise, my medical skills would definitely not be inferior to that woman on the stage!