"Her na is Wen Xia, five years ago she abandoned the arts to pursue dicine, and returned from abroad to China specifically to apprentice under Liu Dan. In just a few years, she has already beco a well-known traditional Chinese dicine practitioner within the country."
Qin Miaoke read the information she found online in a very low voice.
This also gave Zhang Hao a rough understanding, but to master a dical skill in just five years was still a very impressive feat.
"Does she have a boyfriend?" Zhang Hao asked.
This question left Qin Miaoke stunned for a mont, instinctively responding, "The internet doesn’t ntion that, and even if she has one, it certainly wouldn’t be publicized."
Qin Miaoke didn’t know how to answer that question either, so, at the critical mont, she maintained her silence.
However, Zhang Hao didn’t give up on the idea because of this.
"If it were you, would you want everyone to know about your boyfriend, or just keep it to yourself?"
Upon this question, Qin Miaoke actually gave it so serious thought.
"If the person pursuing is very outstanding, I would of course want the whole world to know about him; otherwise, I wouldn’t want others to know too much."
Qin Miaoke’s answer was very down-to-earth, without a hint of pretense.
"You know the saying, ’family sha should not be spread abroad,’ and won like her might feel the sa way."
Qin Miaoke let out a sound of realization but hadn’t grasped the aning behind Zhang Hao’s words when Wen Xia across from them already took the initiative to speak.
"Is such a minor competition in need of a little assistant?"
The mont this woman spoke up, it was clear she wasn’t easy to provoke, but Zhang Hao preferred the challenge of tough tasks.
"Miss Wen, I’m just taking my little assistant out to broaden her horizons. Is there sothing wrong with that?"
Wen Xia’s haughtiness was based on her own capabilities, not disdain for others.
"Of course there’s no problem, but I hope that in the upcoming competition, your assistant certainly doesn’t turn into your super cheat code."
That Wen Xia could say such things didn’t surprise Zhang Hao at all; it was fully expected.
"Miss Wen, you’re overestimating my assistant. She has only just begun to get involved in the field of traditional Chinese dicine."
Zhang Hao wasn’t intentionally hiding anything, but being too transparent would bring Qin Miaoke unwanted trouble.
Her grandfather – how significant is he! He’s a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese dicine. In contrast, this granddaughter is virtually unknown.
"Doctor Zhang, you certainly have a sense of humor. Miss Qin here cos from a prestigious family. With just a phone call, she can summon the bigshots of the traditional Chinese dicine community."
Wen Xia’s statent had a different impact the mont it was uttered.
Even Zhang Hao didn’t know what to say, and he turned to look at Qin Miaoke, standing beside him.
This matter could only be answered by Qin Miaoke herself; her own words would be most convincing.
"Yes, I am his granddaughter, but my grandfather is my grandfather, and I am myself; the two should not be confused. Today, I ca to this place just to broaden my horizons."
Qin Miaoke’s response was basically in line with what Zhang Hao had said, and it was unclear whether the two of them had a kind of tacit understanding.
Wen Xia just gave a faint smile and already began to prepare for the things needed for the upcoming competition.
Seeing her do this, Zhang Hao also started to prepare, but when he saw the traditional Chinese dicine ingredients in front of him, he was slightly at a loss.
"Next, I will na a symptom, and you will compete in pairs. Whoever can prescribe the dicine first wins."
So, it was a situational task. With that, things seed much easier to handle.
The judge took out a dical case file and distributed it to each doctor present.
When Zhang Hao saw the case file, he already had a good redy in mind.
Just as he was about to make a big flourish with his pen, he suddenly noticed another sentence on the case file.
It was precisely because of this sentence that Zhang Hao managed to calm down.
Seeing that the other doctors had already revealed their prescriptions, including Wen Xia, who thought that being faster than Zhang Hao was already a victory in her eyes,
"I thought you were sothing special, but I didn’t expect you to fail at the very first hurdle."
Wen Xia’s smug expression was visible to everyone in the room, and they all felt sorry for Zhang Hao.
He was so young, a fresh blood in the field of traditional Chinese dicine, and was bound to beco a pillar of the industry soday.
But no one had expected Zhang Hao to be the first one to be eliminated.
Yet at this mont, Zhang Hao spoke up, shocking everyone present.
"While you were writing out your prescriptions, did any of you notice that the patient in this case has excessive liver heat, and therefore the dicine must clear heat to maximize the effectiveness of the treatnt?"
It was only after Zhang Hao ntioned it that everyone paid attention to the easily overlooked sentence on the case file.
Even Wen Xia had missed it; when she finally noticed, she was filled with regret.
She couldn’t accept that sothing she hadn’t noticed was discovered by a doctor she considered inferior.
Squinting at those small characters, she wished she could tear the paper to shreds.
Therefore, now and now only, Zhang Hao alone had written the correct prescription.
The judge carefully collected Zhang Hao’s prescription to examine it, with every single dosage clearly written.
Whether it needed to be stimulated with alcohol or so other kind of herb was also clearly indicated, as the judge was also quite a famous veteran of traditional Chinese dicine.
Having him serve as the most impartial judge was not an easy feat.
"Not bad at all, Doctor Zhang’s prescription is exactly the sa as the one the patient took for recovery, so the winner of this first round is Doctor Zhang," said the judge.
"With a best two out of three rounds system, I ask all contestants to continue to strive in the upcoming competitions and rise to the challenge."
Wen Xia couldn’t believe she had slipped up in what was supposed to be such an easy round.
All because her prescription was missing just one ingredient to clear heat and cool down.
Zhang Hao had turned the page by now and had started to prepare for the next round of competition.
However, his preparations seed rather casual, nothing exciting to watch.
Qin Miaoke took a bottle of water out of her bag and handed it over.
"You must have racked your brain over that prescription just now, drink so water to calm down. If we win the next round, we’ll be the ultimate victors," she said.
Wen Xia crossed her arms in front of her chest, still looking at him with an arrogant gaze.
"It seems I really underestimated you, but next ti I will be extrely ticulous and careful. I definitely won’t give you another opportunity," she declared.
Zhang Hao spread his hands and said, "I can win because first, I am serious, and second, you all are negligent. As long as I don’t make a mistake, I’ll just wait for you to slip up."
His words were too arrogant, and Wen Xia paid them even less attention.
At the sa ti, she kept reminding herself that in the next two rounds, she absolutely could not lose.
If she lost, it would be a dishonor to her master’s strict teaching.
During the break, Zhang Hao went to relieve himself, and if there wasn’t any pressure from the competition, the man was completely relaxed.
"Doctor Zhang, you really are a hero among the young, us old folks can’t even compete with you now," soone said.
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