Among the nine people behind him, there were men, women, old and young, but everyone's face was full of pride and disdain.

Eleven people and eleven pairs of eyes were all staring closely at Xiao Yi. The atmosphere in the scene was so tense that one could hear the needle drop.

"Ladies and gentlemen, all the famous doctors, I am honoured to be invited to be the host of this medical competition. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jim, from the US!" A golden-haired, blue-eyed male host came to the stage.

It turned out that, in order to be fair in this competition, the Minister of Health, Mr. Gu, specially arranged a man from the Country M. to be the host of the competition.

"Please allow me to introduce the contestants from both countries." Jim turned his eyes to Xiao Yi with a smile and said, "First of all, I'm sure everyone already knows that he is Xiao... Yi!"

Jim enthusiastically adjusted the atmosphere at the scene. "He wants to challenge all Korean doctors alone. Why does he dare to make such a decision? Is he arrogant or confident? Today, let's wait and see!"

The five hundred Chinese spectators on the scene burst into thunderous applause again.

The host pointed to the Korean doctor after the applause finally stopped. "Please allow me to introduce the representatives of Korean doctors. First of all, welcome Mr. Jin Dazhi, the president of the Korean Medical Association!"

The audience from Korea went even crazier. They screamed and applauded loudly.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the leader of Korean eleven doctors. It turned out that he was Jin Dazhu, the president of the Korean Medical Association.

Xiao Yi did not pay much attention to the introductions of the nine Korean doctors behind him.

With the host's announcement, this medicine competition in Chinese Medicine, which attracted the attention of countless people, finally began.

According to Korea's requirements, the first test was to test the pulse diagnosis!

The Ministry of Health had been supervised by Korean doctors for a long time. Thirty patients were transferred from the hospital, each holding a casebook and waiting outside.

As soon as the pulse diagnosis began, the hostess immediately called a patient from outside the field to seal up his casebook and all his physical examination reports first by drawing lots.

After that, the patients sat on the chair on the stage.

"Everyone, as you have seen, the patients are completely selected at random, and the casebook and physical examination reports are absolutely not in the hands of any doctor. Next, let us invite the doctors from both sides to tell the patient's illness by the method of pulse diagnosis. Of course, Mr. Xiao of Hua Country will compete alone. The doctor sent by Korea is An Benji. Let's welcome Dr. An, who is known as the Korean pulse master!"

In the applause and cheers, an old doctor who was 60 years old stood up from his seat and slowly walked to the centre of the stage.

"I heard that this An Benji is the treasure of the hospital of Korea. He is very accomplished in pulse diagnosis. Otherwise, Korea would not have sent him to take the lead." Qin Guo whispered in his father's ear.

"Oh?" Qin Changfeng nodded and didn't say anything. However, in his heart, he didn't worry about Xiao Yi at all.

At this moment, Dr. An was at ease. Instead of hurrying to the front of the patient, he walked slowly to Xiao Yi with a gloomy face. After measuring Xiao Yi for a while, he sneered and said, "Young man, you may be unique in Chinese medicine, but I want to tell you that there is no possibility of winning in the pulse diagnosis."

Xiao Yi's translator translated every word of An Benji in Xiao Yi's ear.

Xiao Yi smiled and asked, "Oh? Why?"

"Because of my left hand." As An Benji said this, he slowly raised his left hand.

At this time, everyone found that the left hand of An Benji, the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger had been curling up in a strange position. Only the thumb and the little finger were slightly tilted. It was just like the gestures used when the Chinese people were making gestures for the number "six".

"Eh? Why has his left hand always been in this shape? What does it have to do with pulse diagnosis?"

"That's right. Why is he deliberately making things up?"

The Hua Country audience was very puzzled by An Benji's words and discussed them with each other.

Only Qin Changfeng could not help but make a sound of surprise when he saw this gesture, and his face changed slightly.

"Father, what's wrong?" Qin Guo hurriedly asked.

"It seems that this An Benji has really put in a lot of effort in the pulse diagnosis!" Qin Changfeng said in a low voice.

"Oh? Why do you think so?" Qin Guo asked in confusion.

Before Qin Changfeng could answer, An Benji had already given the answer with a smile, "My three fingers have never been touched with anything else except the pulse of the human body since I came into contact with the Korean medicine doctor in my teens."

"Clang!" Everyone on the field cried out in alarm.

"Oh, my God. Have the fingers never touched anything but the pulse for decades? What kind of restraint does that have to be?" The Chinese people discussed.

The spectators of Korea had already stood up and clapped warmly again. Some of them were even moved by An Benji to tears.

An Benji, however, did not say anything more. He turned around and strode toward the patient.

He rolled up his long sleeves like a musician ready to play the piano. An Benji first smoothed the patient's arm. His tightly clenched left hand suddenly opened. His long rehabilitating three fingers were gently placed on the patient's body.

His three fingers were like three well-trained soldiers, who lined up, looked at them, stood still, and sat down... An Benji slowly closed his eyes.

The scene was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. With just this level of professionalism, this bearing was enough to move everyone.

The three fingers that had not touched anything else for decades had penetrated the patient's pulse. At this moment, they were unusually agile. They laid down on the patient's wrist slightly. It was like a pianist playing the piano rather than a doctor feeling the pulse. The pulse was no longer a pulse in the hands of An Benji. It was a kind of art, the art he had been pursuing his whole life.

After a long while, An Benji slowly raised his three fingers. Once the fingers left the patient's wrist, he swiftly curled back up and returned to his original posture.

An Benji glanced at Xiao Yi and smiled triumphantly. He picked up the pen and paper on the table and wrote down the results of his pulse diagnosis carefully.

But he was still in no hurry to return to his camp. Instead, he walked up to Xiao Yi again and said with a sneer, "Do you still want to compete with me? Young Chinese man?"

"Haha!" Xiao Yi laughed and stood up. He walked past An Benji and walked to the side of the patient. Lifting his arm slightly, he raised his right hand. Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Since I was born, my hand has touched everything. I eat, drink and touch beauties! But I believe that it will not hinder the diagnosis of his pulse in the slightest!"

As soon as Xiao Yi finished speaking, the Chinese audience laughed. Shu Wan's eyes were even more charming, and she chuckled.

Korea's audiences booed loudly after hearing what Xiao Yi had said.

"Get out of here! You boastful Chinese doctor! Don't make a fool of yourself in front of Mr. An!"

"The quality of Chinese medicine practitioners is just so-so."

Among the boos of the South Korea people, Xiao Yi sat easily beside the patient, like picking flowers with a leaf in hand.

However, as long as the right hand was used to examine the patient's pulse, it did not fall down. With three fingers hanging an inch high on the patient's wrist, Xiao Yi did not move but gently closed his eyes. Xiao Yi's fingers began to rise and fall rhythmically.

"Hiss." Seeing this scene, all the people present were shocked.

An Benji, who had been standing beside Xiao Yi all the time, almost fell down. There was unexpected and deep anger on his face.

"You, what are you doing?" An Benji shouted angrily.

"The pulse diagnosis!" Xiao Yi's eyelids didn't even bat an eye as he calmly said.

"Ah? You didn't even touch the patient's wrist with your fingers. What kind of pulse diagnosis is this?"

"Is he joking? This is an insult to Korean doctor!"

"You're crazy!"

Korea's audiences broke into a rage as they started to spew curses.

The Chinese audience didn't know what to do at the moment. From Xiao Yi's expression, it didn't seem that he was making a joke. But was it really feasible to feel the pulse across the air?

"Arrogant, arrogant!" An Benji was so angry that the three fingers on his left hand were all opened. He pointed at Xiao Yi and said, "Okay, okay, let's see what result you can get in the end after you win everyone's favour!"

Shu Wan, Gu Qingfeng, and the others were also shocked. They stood up together and looked at Xiao Yi with some anxiety, fearing that Xiao Yi would screw it up in the first round.

"Father, is it really possible to examine the pulse across the air?" Qin Guo asked Qin Changfeng anxiously in a low voice.

"Of course. But if you don't have enough experience and extraordinary perceptivity, it will be very easy to make mistakes. However, your grandmaster is not an ordinary person. Just wait and see." Qin Changfeng's tone was also a little excited.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the big auditorium became strange.

In this weird period, Xiao Yi ended his diagnosis of the pulse. He strolled to the table and wrote down the result of his diagnosis.

An Benji's old face flushed red. With a flick of his sleeve, he returned to his original position. Clenching his teeth, he stared intently at Xiao Yi.

Jim, the host, shook his head repeatedly and walked back to the stage in surprise. "Oh, God, this is really eye-opening. The doctor's three fingers didn't even touch the patient. It's incredible. Mr. Xiao can check the pulse through the air. God, the first round is wonderful. Next, let's see the results of the pulse diagnosis of the two doctors."