Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Needle Testing Conference Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Needle Testing Conference Three days later.
The preliminary selection for the Traditional Chinese dicine Grand Festival comnced in Haicheng.
Associated dia attended the event.
The venue, located inside a vast Traditional Chinese dicine Clinic, could accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. During the heyday of traditional Chinese dicine last century, there were tis when it was fully seated, and this clinic carried many people’s dreams and mories.
At the center was the competition ground featuring the Yin and Yang Bipolarity Bagua Map, consisting of two colors, black and white.
Not far away, there was a cabinet of dicinal herbs, each compartnt filled with unmarked, a variety of herbs.
There were five hundred participants in total.
In groups of ten.
The first round involved identifying acupuncture points, and half of the competitors were eliminated.
In the second round, competitors needed to prescribe the right dicine for randomly drawn common symptoms, then find the correct herbs from a vast storeroom of unnad herbs and submit them along with the drawn slips to the examiners.
The faster they completed, the higher their score.
The second round was chaotic, with inevitable conflicts, as everyone competed to finish first, which was allowed. Concession is a virtue, but saving lives is profoundly urgent, and competitors had to be brave enough to tackle unforeseen events.
This was one of the reasons Xiang Mingzhu was confident of winning – who would dare compete with an heir of Imperial Capital Lu’s acupuncture thod?
The official competition started at ten in the morning, and now it was less than an hour before the competition.
Operation stands were already set up all around the Traditional Chinese dicine Clinic, and high-definition caras were aid inside. The audience gradually arrived, most of them professionals or enthusiasts of traditional Chinese dicine, along with the competitors’ family mbers and so onlookers drawn by the trending topic.
Despite the space for tens of thousands, seventy to eighty percent of the seats were already filled.
It looked very lively.
The entire Huo Family was present.
Even Huo Jiancheng was hiding in the far back, holding a small flag to cheer for Qiao Xi. Qiao Xi no longer had much resentnt towards him, at most, she ignored him.
The wounds he had once caused were not yet fully healed.
Huo Sijiao and Du Juan, the mother and daughter, specifically wore cheongsams, hoping to get a lucky start and wishing for her to triumph in the preliminaries.
Aunt Qian and Old Chen also arrived; their faces were full of smiles.
“Young Madam, we know your capabilities. Don’t be nervous, just perform normally!” Aunt Qian gently patted her shoulder. “This competition will last till the evening, it’s simply inhumane; they don’t even allow a rest in between.”
She kept a thermos by her side, wishing for Qiao Xi to have a warm stomach soup imdiately after the competition.
Qiao Xi said softly, “Aunt Qian, this competition tests not only solid fundantals but also patience, ticulousness, and focus. If it’s set up this way, there must be a reason.”
She wasn’t afraid of competing on an empty stomach.
Du Juan said, “I think it’s a trick! When people are hungry and nervous, they sweat profusely and can’t concentrate. This competition may seem simple, but it’s full of pitfalls.”
Qiao Xi smiled.
Her eyes scanned the crowd and t Huo Xingzhou’s deep eyes; she blinked as if asking if he had any final advice.
Huo Xingzhou extended his warm palm and held her hand, saying, “Don’t be afraid; whatever the result, I am here with you. Qiao Xi, you’re not alone.”
He understood her.
Tears welled up in Qiao Xi’s eyes, and she nodded firmly.
“Yes!”
She let go of his hand and turned to walk into the internal part of the Traditional Chinese dicine Clinic.
“Go Young Madam!”
“Go Qiao Xi!”
Qiao Xi felt a bittersweet swell in her heart – at least she had a solid support system behind her.
Inside the venue, Xiang Mingzhu was the center of attention, even Li Songwen stood by her side, looking pleased. They heard the cheers for Qiao Xi but looked disdainful.
“Such loud cheers, but what if she loses later? The scores of each round are displayed in real ti on the big screen; being embarrassed for a day.”
“It’s not just for a day! If she loses, she would be nailed to the pillar of sha! Look, the disciples of the admired National Doctor are defeated, won’t Mr. Cheng’s followers tear her apart? She’s ruining Cheng Han’s reputation.”
Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.
The people who praised Cheng Han’s good na, for Qiao Xi, weren’t necessarily a benefit.
They could also beco the final straw that broke Qiao Xi, after all, who could accept that an apprentice of National Doctor Cheng Han was eliminated in the first round of the competition?
This Doctor Qiao from Haicheng City Hospital, famous as the apprentice of a National Doctor.
She had once benefited greatly from this title, but now she had to spit it all out!
“How foolish! Miss Xiang, I don’t even know how she dared to bet against you—she seed quite arrogant.”
“Miss Xiang, I see you as the leader in the preliminary selection, no doubt.”
Li Songwen spoke softly, “Mingzhu’s abilities are naturally obvious to everyone, unlike certain clowns seeking fa through dishonest ans.”
Xiang Mingzhu smiled humbly, “Everyone, please don’t flatter . I was only eighth in the competition ten years ago. Ten years have passed, and there are even more capable people now; I am nothing special!”
The more she said this, the more these people liked her.
Moreover, when Qiao Xi entered the venue, they all intentionally isolated her with disdain. Only a few kittens remained by Qiao Xi, and one person didn’t even bother to move.
Qiao Xi saw that handso, pale face—it was Shen Xuanzhi, the heir to the Shen Family’s Sparrow Pecking Technique.
Qiao Xi looked several tis.
Truly extraordinary.
Perhaps because his complexion was so pale, it made his eyes appear especially cold and pitch-black, like ink bamboo.
There was a scholarly air about him, yet hidden within were the shadows of blades and swords.
…
Five minutes to ten.
The spectator pathway closed.
Many traditional Chinese doctors had substantial local fa, and their supporters had co to cheer them on, even holding banners and support cards like fans.
Among them, Xiang Mingzhu’s followers were the most nurous, and their shouts were the loudest.
In the spectator stands.
Suddenly, a large banner was raised.
It bore ten shaful large characters.
“Brave Sister Qiao flies high, heroism forever by her side!”
Young Master Sun and Zhou Yu, along with their clique, shouted loudly; even Shu Xue, who had been arguing with Zhou Yu, rushed over to cheer!
“Louder, everyone! How can we lose to the people from the Imperial Capital on our own turf! Our Sister Qiao has been bullied enough, let’s outshine them!”
This bet had indeed ignited many people’s fighting spirit.
Young Master Sun was the most indignant among them.
“Where is the banner? Distribute all the cheering props I prepared. We may lose the match, but we must have presence!”
“Right, Young Master Sun.”
“Let’s do this together!”
Liu Yi and Xu Yunye, who were cousins, also arrived to help Young Master Sun distribute little flags. Doctors and nurses from Haicheng City Hospital who weren’t on duty had also arrived, and the Liu Family presence was strong, with one banner per person; families in Haicheng who had been benefitted by Qiao Xi all showed up.
Though they weren’t loudly cheering, their stance said it all!
Not everyone in this world is ungrateful!
The goodwill Qiao Xi had invested would one day return to her like starlight.
At ten o’clock.
The decennial grand traditional Chinese dicine ceremony officially began!
The do was extrely high, with ancient staircases layer upon layer going upwards.
At each level, there were examiners, mostly very old traditional Chinese dicine masters with white hair, distinguished in their respective fields.
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