Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

"Okay, your father's poison has been cured. You can go down and rest first! I still have to continue the competition with the acupuncturist."

Qiao Ran did not forget that the competition between her and the acupuncturist had not yet begun, and it would be bad to continue wasting everyone's time.

After the morning competition was over, she went to find Mo Heng. She had already thought of what she needed them to do.

"Thank you, young lady! I'm so sorry for wasting your time and that of all the doctors!"

Mo Heng quickly apologized.

The miracle doctors either smiled and shook their heads, or quickly said it was not a problem.

Although they are miracle doctors and respected by people, they are still not as good as the Mo family, a big family that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Mo Heng directed people to carry the stretcher down, and whispered a few words to Qiao Ran before leaving.

The Mo family left and the competition continued.

This time, the two patients who were carried up were those who had already been arranged.

The people carrying the stretcher all covered their mouths and noses with cloths and held their breath.

There were two patients lying on the stretcher, coughing with their eyes closed and groaning in pain, their faces covered with black cloth, and a faint foul smell was coming from them.

The host said to Qiao Ran and the acupuncturist:

"These two patients went hunting in the mountains together, but they mistakenly entered a miasma forest. After coming out, they kept coughing, their skin was ulcerated, and there was not a single piece of healthy flesh on their bodies. Other doctors couldn't cure them. If they are not treated, I'm afraid they won't live long. The two doctors need to write down the treatment prescriptions and hand them over to the Divine Doctors Jury, and then treat them according to the prescriptions. The time is half an hour, and the winner will be determined based on the prescriptions and the patient's signs of improvement."

Qiao Ran nodded to show that she understood.

If doctors cannot cure such patients, their families will lock them up in a dilapidated temple and leave them to die in pain to prevent them from infecting others.

This is because the Medical Saint Conference can treat difficult and complicated diseases for free, and family members who cannot bear to see their loved ones die in such pain will take the trouble to bring their patients here to try their luck.

The acupuncturist glanced at Qiao Ran, took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, wrapped a piece of thin silk cloth around his right hand, and then walked up to one of the patients to examine him carefully.

Then he threw away the silk cloth, walked to the table beside him, picked up the brush and started writing the prescription on the paper.

Qiao Ran also took out a medical mask, put on a pair of medical gloves, and went forward to check on the condition of another patient.

Just when everyone thought that she would walk to the table to write a prescription after the examination, she walked to the stretcher of the patient next to her, squatted down, and examined him again carefully.

The acupuncturist who was writing a prescription saw her movements out of the corner of his eye, stopped writing, looked at her, shook his head and sneered, then lowered his head and continued writing.

The conditions of the two patients are the same, so we only need to examine one of them. Why is it necessary to examine both of them?

The little girl just has no experience! What a waste of time!

After finishing the inspection, Qiao Ran took off her gloves, took out a pen from her cloth bag, and began to write on the paper.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the acupuncturist put down his pen.

Caesar, who was waiting on the side, immediately picked up the paper, blew it, and then handed the paper to the host.

After taking a quick glance and conducting a rough inspection, the host passed the paper to the miracle doctors for circulation.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the diagnosis and treatment prescriptions written by the acupuncturist. After reading them, the miracle doctors all smiled and nodded, without any special comments.

When Caesar saw the expressions of the miracle doctors, he felt relieved.

Looking at Qiao Ran who was still writing furiously, Caesar shook his head:

"Alas, some people really won't cry until they see the coffin. They really think they are so great that they even write such a long prescription. They are so pretentious and even a poor imitation!"