I practiced medicine in ancient times

Chapter 207: Winning Again

Those players who made it to the top 16 all had gratified smiles on their faces, which was an affirmation of their own efforts and an expectation for the future.

Failing to enter the top 16, everyone looked depressed.

"Next, we will announce the top five rankings." Cui Shan didn't care about the feelings of those who were eliminated, and his voice rang out again.

The top five were the real top players, whose abilities had surpassed most people. Their results would be even more amazing and eye-catching, and it would be the time when everyone would pay attention.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue reached a climax.

"The fifth place is..." Cui Shan's voice echoed in everyone's ears, and every word seemed to strike at everyone's heart. As his words fell, names and scores were announced one by one, and the atmosphere on the scene became more and more heated.

"Wu Shang, the acupuncture took 113 breaths and the needles were placed on 78 acupoints accurately."

"Fourth place, oh! No, they are tied for third place, Shi Tianyun and Bai Yan. They performed acupuncture for 108 breaths and accurately needled 79 acupoints."

"The second place is Hua Yue, who performed the acupuncture for 1803 breaths and accurately needled 80 acupuncture points."

"The first place goes to Xu Qingyi, who performed acupuncture for 81 breaths and 81 acupuncture points.

"Congratulations to the above doctors for entering the knockout round of 16 to 12." The audience burst into warm applause and cheers, cheering for the outstanding performance of these top players.

Xu Qingyi stood on the stage with a confident smile on her face, enjoying the glory of this moment.

The top 16 of the third round of the Medical Competition have all been announced, but the excitement of this competition is far from over. The next round will be even more intense and exciting.

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That night, at Zhu Mansion.

"Where's Dad? Why doesn't he come out for dinner? Or has that problem come back again?" When the Zhu family was having dinner, Zhu Changwei did not see his father come out for dinner, so he asked his wife.

"My old illness came back and it hurt a lot. I saw a doctor and took some medicine. I had no appetite, so they let us eat first.

In this medical competition, doctors from the entire Tianshan Kingdom have gathered in the capital. Should we find other doctors to check our father's illness? Who knows if someone can cure our father's illness well." Madam Zhu served her husband a bowl of soup.

"It's just that seeing our father in so much pain makes me feel bad. I've seen many doctors in Beijing, but none of them could cure him. It's really strange." Zhu Changwei thought of Xu Qingyi for some reason.

Today he watched the elimination round of the medical competition and saw how Xu Qingyi gave acupuncture. The acupuncture technique was so fast and the acupuncture points were so accurate, and it was not affected by the unrest in the outside world. He was afraid that many imperial doctors could not match Xu Qingyi's acupuncture skills.

He couldn't help but wonder, if he let Xu Qingyi take a look at his father, would it be possible to cure his father's old illness?

This idea kept circling in Zhu Changwei's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

After all, Xu Qingyi's performance in the medical competition was good. She came third in the first round, first in both the second-level preliminary and semi-finals, and even first in the first elimination match of the third round. These were enough to prove her superb medical skills.

Moreover, he had vaguely heard that Xu Qingyi could even cure Prince Xun's insomnia, and that she could cure some difficult and complicated diseases that even famous doctors were helpless against.

Thinking of this, Zhu Changwei felt that the strange disease that had plagued his father for many years might be cured. Zhu Changwei stood up excitedly and said to Mrs. Zhu: "Madam, I thought of someone who might be able to cure my father's old illness."

"Oh? Who is it?" Mrs. Zhu asked puzzledly.

"Xu Qingyi who performed outstandingly in the medical competition." Zhu Changwei replied.

"Xu Qingyi? That young woman? Can she cure Dad's illness?" Mrs. Zhu said with some disbelief.

"Whether it's curable or not, just ask her to come and take a look." Zhu Changwei said with a puzzled look.

Mrs. Zhu looked at Zhu Changwei's serious eyes and couldn't help but be moved. She thought for a moment and said, "Then let's ask Xu Qingyi to come and see Dad. Even if she can't cure him, I hope that she can at least make our dad suffer less."

After the Zhu family sent someone to ask Xu Qingyi to see the patient.

After Zhu Changwei and his wife hurriedly finished their dinner, they went to Mr. Zhu's room.

Mr. Zhu's room was brightly lit, but it seemed a little deserted. Before Zhu Changwei entered, he heard his father's screams of pain and gasps of cold air.

Zhu Changwei pushed the door open and saw the old man lying on the bed, his face pale, his brows furrowed, obviously in unbearable pain.

"Dad, how are you?" Zhu Changwei walked to the bedside and asked with some reluctance.

Old Master Zhu opened his eyes and saw that it was his son. He endured the pain and forced a smile, saying, "Wei'er, you're here. My old illness has come back again. It's really annoying."

"Dad, don't say that. All the doctors from the entire Tianshan Kingdom have gathered in the capital for this medical competition. The doctors in the capital can't cure your disease, so I will find someone else to treat it." Zhu Changwei comforted.

"Other doctors? The Royal Physician and others have examined it, but they couldn't cure this old illness. Can other doctors do it?" Old Master Zhu frowned.

"Dad, that being said, one more person watching means one more hope," Zhu Changwei advised.

After listening to his son's words, Mr. Zhu was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, let's give it a try. This old illness of mine has tortured me for so many years. If it can be cured, that would be the best.

It doesn’t matter if it can’t be cured, I’m used to it anyway.”

In less than fifteen minutes, Xu Qingyi and Bai Yan were invited by Zhu's servants to treat the old man of the Zhu family.

"Greetings, Master Zhu. During the first round of the Medical Competition, Master Zhu was very careful to keep an eye on Cui Liang for me.

Today, Master Zhu invited me to his house, but is it to treat someone in his house? "Xu Qingyi and Bai Yan were about to wash up and go to bed, but they didn't expect that the servants of Zhu Jijiu from the Imperial College would come to invite them to the Zhu Mansion to see a doctor.

Xu Qingyi was a little surprised. This Zhu Jijiu was the examiner of the first medical competition.

“What happened that day was just my job.

I asked Doctor Xu to come today to treat my father.

A few years ago, my father suffered from a strange disease. The joints of his hands and feet were red and swollen, and the pain was unbearable. The disease occurred from time to time. The pain could be as short as three to five days, and would be better after drinking some medicine. Sometimes the pain could last for ten days or half a month.

I have consulted many doctors in the capital, including the Imperial Physician and the Grand Imperial Physician. Although the medicine they took was effective, it would still relapse and it was difficult to cure it completely.

I will ask Doctor Xu to come today and check my father's illness." Zhu Changwei greeted Xu Qingyi and Bai Yan and walked towards the room where his father lived.