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Qiao Ran raised her eyebrows: "You tell me first, and I will agree if it's reasonable."

The old man looked at Qiao Ran with a sharp look in his eyes:

"If you lose, you must apologize to my disciple and ask the young lady to step down. You are not allowed to participate in the Medical Saint Conference again, and you are not allowed to use the title of Miracle Doctor or Great Miracle Doctor to deceive people."

The ghost doctor got angry when he heard this, and jumped in front of the old man, pointed at his nose and cursed:

"Hey, old man Zhen, what are you talking about? You are the one who is swindling! My master's medical skills are as real as it can be! And there is only one bet, right? You have three! Who are you trying to trick?"

The old man, the acupuncturist, smiled faintly and looked at the ghost doctor:

"Why, Ghost Doctor, do you have no confidence in your master's medical skills? Are you so afraid of losing?"

"Hey you..."

"I promise! What if I win?"

Qiao Ran's voice sounded lightly, without any concern.

The ghost doctor had no choice but to point at the pointer doctor angrily, snorted, and retreated behind Qiao Ran.

The acupuncturist was surprised to see that the little girl agreed so readily and with such confidence.

Is she thick-skinned and not afraid of being exposed and embarrassed in public? Or is she cheating to get away with it?

It's impossible that he really has medical skills that are good enough to defeat me, right?

The acupuncturist shook his head and put aside all the ridiculous guesses in his mind.

"If you win, I will let my disciple apologize to you, and I will withdraw from this Medical Saint Conference with my disciple."

"Master!"

Caesar exclaimed anxiously.

He didn't expect that his master would risk his own chance to compete for the Medical Saint Order for him.

You know, for the sake of this Medical Saint Conference, Master, despite his increasingly old and frail body, has often stayed up all night in the past few years to study medical books and work hard to master the art of acupuncture.

Master came here this time with the determination to win, how can he just quit like this?

However, when he saw the thin figure standing on the stage, his worries immediately disappeared.

What on earth was he worried about? There was no way this woman could win over the master!

What I should be worried about is that after my master defeats this little girl, people will accuse him of bullying a little girl, right?

Before he could comfort himself, Qiao Ran spoke:

"Okay! To be fair, if I lose, I will also withdraw from the competition with my apprentice."

Ghost Doctor: "..."

No, why do you bring me along?

But think about it, it makes sense. Zhen Laogui has already proposed to withdraw from the competition with his apprentice if he loses. How can his master take advantage of him?

Anyway, Master will definitely not lose! There is no need to care about this bet.

The two parties have already reached a bet agreement, so the host naturally has nothing to say. He can only ask other miracle doctors on the stage to act as referees. Only they are qualified to decide the outcome of this competition between miracle doctors.

Competitions between ordinary doctors are generally divided into two parts: defense of theoretical knowledge and treatment of actual cases.

Qiao Ran felt that the theoretical defense was meaningless and a waste of time, so she directly suggested:

"In order not to delay everyone's next competition, let's just compete in treating patients!"

The acupuncturist glanced at her and nodded:

"That's right. To save time, let the patient go to the stage directly!"

The host had no objection, so he just raised his hand and asked someone to prepare the patient to go on stage.

The Medical Saint Conference is a medical gathering recognized by Dai Viet and more than a dozen neighboring countries of all sizes, and is known to the people of all countries.

Therefore, every time a conference is held, many patients with difficult and complicated diseases will come from various countries to attend the conference, just to be selected to become patients for competition and to be treated by doctors.

Once selected, these diseases that cannot be cured by ordinary doctors may be diagnosed by the miracle doctors, which is equivalent to getting treatment from the miracle doctors for free.

Everyone looked up at the stairs leading to the stage, waiting for the patient to come on stage.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the audience.

Looking up, I saw several men dressed as foreigners carrying a stretcher and anxiously squeezing through the crowd. They rushed to the stage, but were stopped by the soldiers responsible for maintaining order.