Qi Fenghao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked gratefully at Nan Yu, then glanced at Meng Yi who was sitting dumbly beside him.
After a moment of thought, he said in a deep voice, "Meng Yi, your talent is not bad, and your medical skills are also decent among your peers, but today you were not a match for Doctor Nan. You might as well admit defeat."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yi’s hands under the table clenched tightly, her fingertips puncturing her palms, bringing a sting of pain.
She looked up, her eyes filled with tears, "I..."
Song Yingqing, standing behind, interrupted, "Meng Yi, if you can’t handle it, you’d better admit defeat early and let someone else take over, so you don’t embarrass yourself even more."
Meng Yi suddenly stood up, about to speak, when she heard whispers around her.
"What’s with this Meng Yi? She can’t win against Nan Yu even once, and yet she still sits there. She’s just embarrassing A Medical College!"
"If she weren’t incompetent, how could she let Nan Yu win three times? She should just step down and let someone else try."
"A junior flaunting her abilities like this, it doesn’t matter if she loses by herself, but now she represents our association, and she’s losing face for us!"
"President Qi has put it so plainly, he even gave her a way out, she should step down quickly and stop losing face."
These words became sharp swords that pierced Meng Yi’s heart, causing her to tremble all over, her lips turning pale.
She glanced at Gu Chuxin, who wore a look of cold disapproval on her face.
She opened her mouth and finally lowered her proud head.
"I’m sorry, I lost."
Nan Qingqing, looking at the ineffective Meng Yi, stomped her foot in frustration and quickly walked out from the corner.
With a hypocritical smile on her face, she feigned sympathy, "Xiao Yi, you did great. Just because Nan Yu can diagnose doesn’t mean she can cure. In two weeks, who will remember today’s events? Whether the medicine works or not, who will know then?"
"So you don’t need to be sad, she only outdid you in pulse diagnosis."
Meng Yi, hearing Nan Qingqing’s voice, wiped her tears and nodded in distress.
Nan Yu, hearing this, looked at them amusedly, her voice light.
"Not accepting defeat?"
Qi Fenghao also looked toward the two, especially Meng Yi, frowning, "Meng Yi, you resent this? Having been a doctor for so many years, others may not distinguish good from bad, but I know very well."
"Let me tell you plainly, the prescription Dr. Nan gave me is exactly what is needed for my condition, and it will even cure me in less than two months."
Meng Yi met Qi Fenghao’s sharp gaze, as if facing a lion that had been lying in wait, ready to pounce and bite her neck at any moment.
She took a frightened step back, a trembling smile on her face, her eyes darting around.
"I..."
From the corner of her eye, she saw Nan Yu standing still, a flash of resentment in her eyes.
Suddenly, a pair of hands pressed on her shoulders and pushed her backward.
Meng Yi was stunned, looking ahead at the silhouette in front of her—it was Gu Chuxin.
Following that, Gu Chuxin’s casual voice rang out.
"President Qi, she’s still just a kid. It’s normal for the young to be stubborn and not admit defeat. There’s no need to humiliate her in front of so many people."
Gu Chuxin rolled her eyes and looked at Nan Yu, "Let’s call it a day. Consider it my loss. Later, give the address to my assistant, and he will send the mask to you."
Nan Yu looked straight at Gu Chuxin, emotions brewing in her eyes like fog, inscrutable.
"Vice Chairman Gu, what I want is for you to take off the mask now and give it to me."
Upon hearing this, Gu Chuxin’s eyes instantly went cold, a chill emanating around her.
"Nan Yu, you are being too greedy."
Nan Yu was unfazed, her face still wearing a relaxed smile.
"Vice Chairman Gu, a bet is a bet. You can’t afford to lose, can you?"
She raised her left eyebrow, "If you’re not willing, I don’t mind having another match with you."