Wang Zhengyu didn't know that he had already caused a small storm on the Internet just by showing up, nor did he know that his parents had a debate in front of TV, nor did he know that his bright appearance had caused a small storm between his parents and relatives and friends.

So he could sit calmly on the rostrum on the rostrum specially prepared for the Chinese medicine practitioners, and listen leisurely to the host to continue the competition.

"Dear guests, experts in traditional Chinese and Western medicine, and audiences in front of the TV, I now have forty test reports for volunteers who are in their gestational age provided by the organizing committee of this ring competition. Please believe that the results of these reports have been repeatedly verified and must be accurate."

"Now, based on the minutes of the formation meeting of the organizing committee, we have invited Chen Jian, the initiator of this ring competition, the chief physician of the internal medicine department of Chengbei Hospital, to the stage. After disrupting all reports and renumbering them, they will hand them over to the notary personnel of this ring competition. Then the notary personnel will arrange volunteers to take the stage to have pregnancy tests according to the serial number re-arranged by Director Chen Jian!"

After Xie Yunsong finished speaking, Chen Jian, who had already prepared in front of the rostrum, walked quickly to the rostrum. Unfortunately, most of the audience seemed to be immersed in the shock brought by Wang Zhengyu's youth, and only sparse applause sounded.

Chen Jian actually knew that this step was to take a formality, with the purpose of making the audience believe that there was no possibility of cheating in the game.

Because most of the volunteers were actually selected by him personally, it was absolutely impossible to have anything to do with those Chinese medicine practitioners. However, Chen Jian, who was careful by nature, was still very careful in the guests on the scene, and in front of countless cameras, he randomly disrupted the inspection reports in his hands, and then handed them directly to the notary staff who had been waiting aside.

The two notary quickly numbered all the reports, and then handed over the copied list to the staff, and made a gesture of everything being ready to go to the host Xie Yunsong.

"Okay, all the preparations are now completed! I announce that the Chinese and Western Medicine arena competition has officially begun, and now I will ask the No. 1 volunteer to take its seat! In addition, what I want to say is that because Chinese medicine practitioners need a relatively quiet environment to take their pulse, in order to ensure the fairness of this competition, I hope that the guests and audience members will not make any noise!"

After Xie Yunsong finished speaking, he walked off the rostrum.

At the same time, the staff also brought volunteer No. 1 to the opposite side of Wang Zhengyu's clinic desk.

Obviously, the arrangement of the rostrum took some thought. Although there was a heavy curtain block, it did not affect anyone's perspective. Everyone could clearly see Wang Zhengyu's movements.

So when Wang Zhengyu, with the help of the staff, put three fingers on the first volunteer, the entire venue suddenly became quiet, and the time suddenly stopped, and the entire venue became accustomed to the sound of needles. Everyone became nervous unconsciously waiting for Wang Zhengyu to take the pulse of the first volunteer.

In fact, not only on the scene, countless viewers watching on TV or computers began to unconsciously hold their breath and wait for the results. Even the comments that were refreshing on the Internet, which were temporarily in a pause at this time.

Unlike those viewers who were passively waiting for the results, Mr. Mo was carefully observing Wang Zhengyu's pulse skills at this time.

When he saw Wang Zhengyu putting on the volunteer's wrist, his three fingers accurately putting on the volunteer's wrist, he couldn't help but nodding secretly, and he had a little more confidence in Wang Zhengyu.

Mo Xiaoyao next to Mo Lao is different. Perhaps because of her roommate's ridicule of Wang Zhengyu, she felt guilty towards Wang Zhengyu, or just because she was just a classmate, she felt nervous for no reason at this time. She held her hands tightly, and her eyes never left Wang Zhengyu who was blindfolded on the stage.

As for those old Chinese doctors, let alone, everyone stared at the rostrum like a countdown. Although Wang Zhengyu had already shown his magical pulse-taking skills in front of them, everyone was afraid of what if it wasn't? Especially this critical first pulse.

Perhaps the one who is more nervous than those old Chinese doctors is Chen Jian, the initiator of this competition.

He didn't care about the 200,000 bet with Wang Zhengyu. But before the ring game, he published countless pseudoscientific theories of traditional Chinese medicine and listed various examples to prove this. Although he also had countless fans, naturally many netizens who believed in traditional Chinese medicine cursed and questioned his **.

If the facts ultimately prove that he is wrong, then his face will be greatly lost. Not only that, the materials and arguments he has sought to plunder will become laughing stocks on the Internet, and he may become a clown-like figure who entertains the public on the Internet for a long time.

So although he was very confident, he couldn't help but sweat in his palm.

Perhaps the most relaxing and comfortable part in the entire venue at this time was Wang Zhengyu, who was sitting on the rostrum to take his pulse. He didn't feel the volunteer's pulse at all, but just passively followed the instructions of the Heavenly Book and used some force on his fingers. So at this time, he was even in the mood to chat with the Heavenly Book in his mind, because he felt that sitting so alone was really boring.

"I said Brother Tianshu, I always call you Tianshu and feel weird. How about I give you a name?"

"You take it, it's better!" Obviously, Tianshu, an alien intelligent product, did not take today's competition seriously.

"How about Gou Sheng? I read this name in many rural novels. It is both friendly and popular!"

"Get out!"

"Don't like it? Where is that dog?"

Tianshu was silent for a while and did not pay attention to his unscrupulous master. Instead, he gave the first volunteer's pregnancy test result.

Wang Zhengyu didn't talk nonsense in his mind. He slowly let go of his hand that held the woman's pulse under his eyes and said, "It's OK!"

The staff walked up and took Volunteer No. 1 away. Wang Zhengyu pretended to be pondered for a while, and slowly spoke: "This lady is happy!"

After saying that, Wang Zhengyu paused. Before everyone could react, he added loudly: "The pregnancy period is between three weeks and four weeks!"

...

When Wang Zhengyu's voice was still echoing in the venue, the rostrum was already full of an uproar.

You should know that the host introduced the rules of this competition clearly before the opening. Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners only need to accurately determine whether the volunteer is pregnant. Now, Wang Zhengyu has reported the pregnancy period of the pregnant volunteer through the pulse. Even those who do not understand traditional Chinese medicine can feel that the difficulty is increased by a factor of a increase.

The people who understand Chinese medicine, in addition to the old Chinese medicine doctors who saw Wang Zhengyu take his pulse yesterday, showed an incredible look on their faces. Especially Mr. Mo, after hearing Wang Zhengyu announce the answer, his eyes immediately stared at the notary on the other side of the rostrum, holding the diagnostic report.

"Now please announce the result!"

Others can be distracted, but Xie Yunsong, as the host, cannot. When the noise in the audience was slightly smaller, he immediately spoke.

At this time, everyone's eyes were also focused on the notary on the rostrum. Countless cameras were also constantly giving close-ups between the notary holding the diagnostic report and Wang Zhengyu.

"The diagnosis report of the No. 1 volunteer Beijing Maternal and Child Hospital, name, Liu Chunxiang, age, 27 years old, early pregnancy, 23 days of pregnancy. Because this is the last confirmed report two days ago, the pulse diagnosis of traditional Chinese medicine practitioner Zhang Zhengyu is completely accurate!"

When the notary finished speaking, the rostrum was silent for a moment. It was not until the group of people in the traditional Chinese medicine district applauded that everyone came to their senses and began to applaud. The media at the scene pointed the camera at Wang Zhengyu's face covered with black eye masks who were still sitting in front of the clinic.

I have to say that Wang Zhengyu showed a very expert demeanor at this time.

Although his eyes were covered with black cloth, from other parts that were not covered, it can be seen that the boy was very calm at this time, and he did not even show a trace of complacency, giving people an indescribable feeling of calmness and slightness.

Perhaps there were people on the scene who were not so real to watch, but the audience who watched the live video broadcast on the TV and computer could see clearly in the close-up of the camera.

So the comments that had just stopped for a moment and started to refresh again. However, this time, there are obviously many people who support traditional Chinese medicine.

"Damn it! Is this really amazing? Are you sure this is a formal competition? How dare I watch costume palace movies?"

"Who said that Chinese medicine has lost a certain amount of money, so I can take two steps? Others can even report their pregnancy accurately. Only testing pregnancy will be considered a P!"

"Haha, let's see if anyone else is making trouble online every day with the things passed down by our ancestors is pseudoscience!"

"Hurry up and give a close-up to the person named Chen Jian. Do you still have the face to shout?"

"This young man insists on it. If you don't have any fear of favor and disgrace, you will become a great gift!"

And those first volunteers, who had thirty-nine tests, were completely drowned out by the excited voices of supporting traditional Chinese medicine.

...

Mr. Mo still looked calm, but his slightly trembling hand betrayed his mood at this moment. He didn't even notice the words Chen Dong sighed to him beside him, "Mr. Mo, it seems that you don't have to worry about the successor of Chinese medicine!"

At this time, his whole spirit was placed on Wang Zhengyu's calm face, and he really liked him the more he looked at him. If he was still suspicious that Wang Zhengyu had just happened to be right, then Mr. Mo could basically determine based on the details he saw that the Chinese medicine doctor would definitely win in this ring match.
Chapter completed!