327: Chapter 326: Want to Eat Sothing 327: Chapter 326: Want to Eat Sothing After Peter Brown finished speaking, he called a few chefs over, gave them so instructions, and they went back to turn the fire on and started cooking porridge again.
Seeing this scene, the audience couldn’t help but shake their heads.
What was supposed to be a top-level dical skills competition had turned into this.
It was more like a cooking competition.
However, the competition did have rules, and it lasted for a week.
There was no rule against doing this, right?
Ti went by, and the porridge gave off a delicious aroma.
The judges looked at each other with wide eyes, and their stomachs couldn’t help but rumble.
“Ah, I’ve never seen a dical competition like this!”
“Hua Nation has really lost face this ti.
With Peter Brown’s thods, these patients are as good as dead.
I think in a few days, all of them will die without a single one left!”
At this ti, the judges were also whispering discussions among themselves.
None of them believed that Peter’s treatnt thod could cure a tumor patient.
They all shook their heads at the traditional Chinese dicine treatnt.
Even the Chinese dicine practitioners from Hua Nation felt embarrassed and secretly cursed Peter for tarnishing the reputation of traditional Chinese dicine.
They believed that for a long ti to co, the reputation of Chinese dicine would plumt, and the chances of reviving it would be very slim.
Renowned doctors and experts in the field of traditional Chinese dicine from Hua Nation all shook their heads and sighed.
Although three patients had died, Nigel Harrison’s mood was quite good.
After the surgery, he had a few successful cases, which would be key to winning.
Looking over at Peter, Nigel thought that the patients they had brought over were all on the brink of death, surviving on nutrient solutions.
Today was the first day, and it seed that there wasn’t much difference between them – he even appeared to be at a disadvantage for having killed three patients.
However, this was a week-long competition.
After a week, without any tumor-suppressing drugs, at least two-thirds of the patients on Peter’s side would die, and by then, it would be clear whose dical skills were superior.
With this in mind, Nigel took a bottle of energy liquid he had prepared and began to drink.
“Oh my God!”
At this mont, the French hostess who had been observing the patients’ conditions suddenly exclaid in surprise.
As she cried out, the cara lens was already pointed in the direction of the patients.
At this ti, one of the patients on a sickbed suddenly sat up.
Following this patient, another patient on the next bed also sat up.
A few nurses quickly walked over and said, “Lie down quickly, you are patients.”
“What patients?
I’m hungry, I want to eat sothing.”
What?
Those watching blinked their eyes, and when they looked at the man who was nothing more than skin and bones, he didn’t seem to be faking it at all.
What’s going on?
Watching these two patients sitting on their beds, everyone felt that their brains couldn’t keep up.
Of course, they all knew that these patients each had a unique dical record, so there was no way they could be faking their conditions.
However, now, a dying patient wanted to eat!
Weren’t they supposed to be dying?
What happened?
They didn’t look like people who were about to die, did they?
At this point, the judges couldn’t stay calm anymore and all stood up.
The judges were naturally aware of these patients’ conditions.
Even if they didn’t have any problems today, they could still die in the next few days.
But these very people had co back to life now.
That’s right, they had completely co back to life.
What had happened?
But the surprising event wasn’t over yet.
The patients on the beds awoke one after another, and they all appeared very spirited.
So even asked for food.
What had happened?
Not only the audience on-site but also the viewers in front of the TV couldn’t stay calm.
These viewers were initially criticizing Peter Brown for tarnishing the reputation of Hua Nation’s traditional Chinese dicine.
Many even wanted to beat and kill him, believing that Peter Brown had destroyed traditional Chinese dicine.
Just when they were indignantly criticizing Peter, a shocking situation occurred.
Those sitting in front of the TV and those at the venue all quieted down at this mont.
They felt like it wasn’t real and that sothing was wrong with their eyes.
A lot of people blinked and rubbed their eyes.
However, what they saw only beca more and more astonishing.
So patients even got out of bed.
Looking at these patients again, their bodies hadn’t changed, but their ntal states were excellent.
Was it the last burst of vitality before death?
Soone guessed this, but soon they denied their own speculation.
It was impossible for so many people to have a last burst of vitality at the sa ti, right?
Besides, everyone could see that they were becoming more and more spirited.
At this ti, those who were browsing Weibo on-site kept recording the situation here and uploading it to the internet.
For a while, the entire internet exploded.
If everyone initially guessed that the live stream was fake, the things uploaded by tens of thousands of spectators on the scene could not be fake at all.
Damn!
Is it fake or not?!
God Tompkins!
Indeed, he’s so aweso that he’s flying high in the sky!
From now on, I believe in God Tompkins!
That’s true!
I apologize for my behavior of scolding Master_Wang just now.
He is our nation’s treasure in the Hua Nation!
I apologize for my ignorance, Master_Wang’s Soup Therapy is aweso!
Yeah, I was too ignorant.
God Tompkins is such a powerful figure.
Looking at his calm and unhurried deanor, and his steady appearance, I can’t believe I trusted those who scolded him.
I have to admit my ignorance.
God Tompkins, from now on, you are my idol, and I sincerely apologize to you!
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At this ti, the entire network was full of voices praising Peter Brown, a significant change from the earlier one-sided scolding.
However, this matter wasn’t over yet.
More than a hundred patients are now awake, and of course so were awake before, but they were in extrely weak conditions.
Now they’ve all recovered and gotten up.
A middle-aged man suddenly jumped down from the bed, walked towards the place where the porridge was being cooked, and after requesting a bowl of porridge, he started eating there.
The person cooking the porridge had already been instructed by Peter Brown not to give too much porridge, but rather more soup.
Looking at the man again, it seed as if he hadn’t eaten for a long ti, and he finished a bowl of porridge in just a few bites.
More patients, hungry, ran over to get so porridge to eat.
The entire scene left people in astonished.
It was then that everyone realized why Peter Brown had asked soone to cook porridge.
Looking back at Peter Brown now, their admiration for him was simply indescribable.
Peter Brown had everything under control and knew all along that this would happen.
Comparing Nigel Harrison, who was still performing surgery, to the unhurried Peter Brown, everyone felt a sense of amusent.
Indeed, Nigel Harrison was a surgical expert, but compared to Peter Brown, he was on a much lower level.
The judges forcefully stopped one of the patients, installed so instrunts on him, and started testing and analyzing the patient.
After a while, an old man exclaid, “Oh, my God!”
“My God, how could this be possible?!”
Through various instrunt tests, everyone was shocked to find that the tumor was actually shrinking and being killed off.
Isn’t it a malignant tumor?
What on earth is happening?
An old man rushed to Peter Brown and asked loudly, “Peter, can you tell us what is going on?”
Peter Brown replied, “Today is just the first day of the Decoction treatnt.
It takes three consecutive days of treatnt to cure completely.
In two more days, their tumors will be completely dissolved, and they will recover completely.
This is not a difficult task.
I’ve said it before; there’s no need for surgery for tumors, just a few sips of soup will do.”
Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but look at Nigel Harrison, who was still in the operating room, and they all lost their composure.
When did treating illnesses beco so easy?
“Oh my God, Master_Wang, if your thod becos popular worldwide, you will save countless people!”
Peter replied, “I’m currently studying this matter.
I plan to develop a device that can diagnose patients’ conditions and then create targeted soup for them so they can cure themselves.”
“Really?
Master_Wang, with such a device, you will truly benefit millions of people.”
“Well, I’m currently self-studying computer knowledge.
I need to strengthen myself in this area!”
Upon hearing this, everyone was speechless again, thinking, can you be any more amazing?
At this point, Peter Brown walked to the patients, checked them one by one, and then removed the silver needles from their bodies.
After doing all this, Peter said to them, “Your stomachs are not suitable for eating too much at the mont.
However, a small bowl of porridge is fine.
Just follow my instructions, and in two more days, you will be as good as new.”
“Thank you, doctor!”
The patients were now sowhat aware of the situation and were extrely grateful to Peter Brown.
Peter Brown smiled slightly and said, “Rest well.”
With the situation at this stage, everyone knew there was no need for the dical Skills Competition to continue, as Peter Brown was destined to win.
Looking at Nigel Harrison’s side again, the judges invited by so Western powers could only smile bitterly.
They could no longer blatantly lie.
The patients were examined and recovering, while Nigel Harrison could only suppress the tumors.
No matter how hard he tried, he was destined to fail!
Soup Therapy!
At this point, everyone thought of Peter Brown’s Soup Therapy and realized just how ignorant they were, not knowing about such a field of knowledge.
······From the initial 10,000 characters per day, it has now changed to 12,000 characters a day in four updates.
Old Tompkins is typing so much that his back hurts, but he doesn’t dare say he’s tired.
When he saw people scolding that the daily update word count was getting smaller and smaller, he wanted to cry but couldn’t!
It seems that with Old Tompkins working so hard, understanding is everything!
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