Han Zaiye, seeing that no one had raised an objection, continued, "The third competition will be to perform surgery on a critically ill patient. Whichever medical team completes the surgery first and successfully will be the victor. Rest assured, the critical patients’ conditions are all the same. Does anyone have any questions about the competition?"
Seeing that the crowd remained silent, Han Zaiye nodded, "Now, please nominate a representative to come forward and draw a patient."
Everyone looked at each other, unsure of who would be the best choice to nominate. Naturally, they all wanted someone from their own side to do the draw, but it wasn’t up to them to decide.
"Since you all can’t decide, let’s do it this way. Everyone draws a card, and whoever gets the Ace of Spades comes up to draw a patient." Han Zaiye gave a knowing look to Park Hyejin, signaling her to fetch a deck of cards.
Park Hyejin nodded, walked to the side, took out a deck of cards, and started with the first row on the right, allowing everyone to draw.
Song Yan Ning scanned the deck with her Divine Sense, her lips curling into a sneer. When it was her turn to draw, it would be the Ace of Spades because it was the last card; she had no choice. It seemed Han Zaiye had arranged everything in advance, just waiting for her to draw a patient. She was sure Han Zaiye had more tricks up his sleeve.
Park Hyejin came to Song Yan Ning, extending the last card in her hand, "Sorry! This is the only one left."
"I choose to abstain," Song Yan Ning said indifferently.
"I’m sorry, but we don’t have such a rule," Park Hyejin replied, placing the card in Song Yan Ning’s hand.
Han Zaiye gave a challenging smile to Song Yan Ning.
Song Yan Ning looked back at Han Zaiye with a smile that was not quite a smile and flipped the card in her hand to show him what she had drawn.
Han Zaiye clenched his teeth in anger when he saw that Song Yan Ning had not drawn the Ace of Spades but the Three of Hearts instead. How could this be? He had arranged everything meticulously.
"It’s me who has drawn it," Avril stood up and walked onto the stage.
Han Zaiye gave Song Yan Ning a glare before turning away and opening a page on the computer, "Doctor Avril, just press ’confirm’, and that’s it." Fortunately, he had made arrangements beforehand. If it were Song Yan Ning coming up, it wouldn’t be this page.
Avril nodded and pressed the confirm button. A name quickly popped up on the screen: An Yiqiao.
Before long, An Yiqiao was brought to the scene.
Song Yan Ning glanced at An Yiqiao and already knew her condition.
"Her complexion is sallow, and there is pigmentation in some areas; she must have menstrual irregularity," Elder Jin determined after sizing up An Yiqiao.
Dean Liu nodded in agreement, ready to write down the diagnosis. With over thirty years of medical experience, he recognized such cases at a glance. This was the advantage of Chinese medicine; just by looking at the complexion, one could roughly diagnose the patient’s condition.
"Dean Liu, I don’t think that’s the issue," Song Yan Ning spoke up.
Both Dean Liu and Elder Jin turned to look at Song Yan Ning.
"I’ve been practicing medicine for three to four decades, do you think you know better than me?" Elder Jin huffed discontentedly.
"Elder Jin, let’s not get angry, let’s hear what Doctor Song has to say," Dean Liu placed a hand on Elder Jin’s shoulder, calming him. He knew Elder Jin had grievances against Song Yan Ning. He had tried to mediate, but Elder Jin was stubbornly holding on to his opinion.
"Those symptoms are all feigned, created to confuse and mislead you, she doesn’t have any illness at all," Song Yan Ning said with certainty. Han Zaiye was indeed despicable.