Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 633
"Everyone, calm down. The cold-hearted genius doctor is really unable to participate because of something. I believe everyone likes Ouyang Biyun very much. Please stay and support her."

The organizer is also very distressed, and can only change the target to win the hearts of the public.

Upon hearing the words Ouyang Biyun, the expressions of the audience softened slightly.

Seeing that the competition was about to start, the host hit the rails while it was hot: "Okay, audience friends, the third round of the clinical skills competition has officially begun."

After the words fell, the big screen suddenly lit up.

The third round of the clinical skills competition took place in a makeshift room backstage, so viewers could only see the live broadcast on the screen.

There are 4 stations in the competition, which are divided into medical history collection and physical examination station, cardiopulmonary auscultation skill station, basic surgical operation station, and pathological analysis station.

Following the performance of these four rounds, the on-site judges will rate each player.

The player with the highest score wins the third round.

All the professors in the audience stared with bated breath, for fear that the players they led would make a mistake.

Hands-on practice is much more difficult than theory. If you don’t have pre-competition training, you don’t know how to ask patients about their medical history or communicate well.

"Professor Tan Bolin, did the substitute player in your school have no clinical skills training before the game?" One of the leading professors stood up and asked.

Because everyone knows in their hearts that if they have not been trained in clinical skills, they will definitely not, unless Qiao Yimo is a doctor himself.

Tan Bolin touched his nose guiltily, "No."

They are all substitute players, so where is the pre-match training?

"However." Tan Bolinqiao hesitated for a while, and added: "Just now she told me that she had seen a video of clinical practice."

As soon as this remark came out, several professors laughed, "It doesn't necessarily mean that you will see it. This thing still needs to be used."

Tan Bolin pursed his lips guiltyly, and stopped talking.

Now even the other leading professors laughed at him.

At this time, another professor stood up and said with a smile: "Then tell me, whose clinical skills has she seen before?"

This sentence was purely deliberate ridicule, and Tan Bolin knew it himself. He moved his lips, "She said she looked at it cold-heartedly."

Hearing that, several professors laughed again:
"Oh my god, Qiao Yimo has seen Leng Xin's clinical skills? I'm afraid I'm not joking."

"I'm just joking, because in my impression, Leng Xin has never made such a video."

"That's right, and all Leng Xin's materials and surgery videos are encrypted, how could Qiao Yimo see it."

"Harmful." One of the professors patted Tan Bolin's shoulder and comforted him: "Fortunately, the judges this time are not Leng Xin. If Leng Xin finds out that there are such unprofessional contestants, Qiao Yimo must be miserable."

Although the professors' words were teasing, they were also very reasonable. Naturally, Tan Bolin couldn't refute anything. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

When he heard that Leng Xin didn't come today, he was indeed relieved.

As Tan Bolin thought about it, suddenly there was a cry from the audience, "Damn it, it looks so professional."

Hearing this, Tan Bolin would naturally think that this person was Ouyang Biyun.

He slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the big screen.

But when he saw Qiao Yimo on the screen, Tan Bolin sighed slightly.

The girl was wearing a white coat and was auscultating the patient's lungs.

Whether it is technique or operation, it looks very skilled, just like a professional doctor.

There was also the basic operation station for surgery. Qiao Yimo chose the most difficult one, which was suturing.

I saw her holding a needle and thread in her hand, and began to test the props. Whether it was every step or technique, she really looked like a surgeon.

Even the audience in the audience couldn't help sighing: "Damn it, hasn't this Qiao Yimo never trained before the match? Then how could she do this!"

"That's right, and the technique of operation is too skillful."

"Fuck, maybe she is really professional."

"Are you kidding, how is it possible, maybe you just watched this kind of video."

Qiao Yimo's series of clever maneuvers made the public forget that Leng Xin didn't come to be a judge.

Tan Bolin blinked with disbelief on his face.

It has to be said that even he admired Qiao Yimo's sewing techniques and needlework.

Did she really watch Leng Xin's practice video?

*
the other side.

"I'm done." After Qiao Yimo sewed the last prop, she put down her needlework and took off her gloves and took two steps back.

Several judges looked at each other, then nodded with satisfaction.

The host on the stage said, "The three judges are asked to rate Qiao Yimo."

Hearing this, the judges lowered their heads and slowly wrote a number on the whiteboard in front of them.

The audience looked at the screen, held their breath and was very nervous, only the girl standing on the experimental platform looked calm.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and the score finally slowly appeared on the screen.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the score on the screen.

A substitute player who had not received pre-competition training actually got full marks in the third round of practice.

What is the concept of full marks?
A level that even professional doctors cannot achieve.

But it was actually taken down by Qiao Yimo!
The audience present did not know what words to use to describe their mood.

Ouyang Biyun's face paled slightly, and his pupils shrank as he watched the ratings on the screen.

In addition to being unwilling, she was still unwilling.

She didn't expect Qiao Yimo's suturing skills to be so good.

No, she can't lose to people from the School of Chinese Medicine.

She Ouyang Biyun can also get full marks.

Ouyang Biyun bit her lip slightly and clenched her fists.

She glanced coldly in Qiao Yimo's direction.

Qiao Yimo was sitting on the stool, when a cold light suddenly swept over her, she narrowed her eyes and accepted it with a blank expression.

*
On the other side is the player lounge.

Ning Xi lay on the sofa, her delicate brows frowned, "What's going on? Full marks?"

how can that be!

Qiao Yimo has never learned clinical skills, so how could it be a perfect score!
Ning Xi's heart rose to her throat, and when she got excited, her stomach began to hurt again.

Sweat slowly slid down from his forehead, and when Black Snake turned his head, he saw it inadvertently.

"What's wrong? It still hurts?"

Ning Xi nodded, "It's okay, just let me take it easy."

One piece of heavy news after another was simply overwhelming, and she really wanted to go to the scene to see it right now.

Ning Xi thought for a while, then looked at the black snake and said, "Yimo, she has studied medicine?"

Black Snake's thoughts were a little confused, and he moved his lips, "I can't tell you now."

Huh?
Ning Xi paused for a few seconds, and said oh, with a bit of disappointment at the end.

Black Snake looked at her, hesitantly said: "Unless."

"Unless what?" The girl blinked and looked at him.

The black snake's Adam's apple rolled down, his voice was muddy, "Unless you are mine."

Unless she is also from the Leng family.

"Unless you are mine?" Ning Xi murmured repeatedly.

His people?
After understanding this meaning, the girl's originally fair face flushed instantly.

Seeing the flushed little face, Hei Snake coughed dryly and moved his eyes away.

Ning Xi clutched her chest, feeling like she was going to be out of breath!
*
At this time, Ouyang Biyun's match was also over.

In fact, she was not satisfied with the practice of the third round, because after seeing Qiao Yimo's results, her mentality would inevitably be affected, so that she made some small mistakes in several links.

She knew that she was likely to lose in the third round.

Even so, she still holds the mentality of full marks.

But when the judges' results were displayed on the big screen, her heart instantly turned cold.

With a score of 95, he was five points behind Qiao Yimo.

Although in the eyes of others, 95 is considered a high score, but for her high score of 98 in daily training, 95 is definitely an upset.

"Ouyang Biyun scored 95 in the third round, temporarily ranking second."

After the words fell, there was a burst of boos from the audience:
"No, it stands to reason that Ouyang Biyun's level should be above 98."

"Yeah, 95 points is obviously not at her level!"

"It may be that the mentality is affected by Qiao Yimo's score."

"It should be like this. Don't forget, the results of the written test haven't been made public yet, so it's not certain who will win."

"But Qiao Yimo was also very good in the second round of rushing to answer. The first round of written test is definitely not difficult."

"That's not necessarily true. I heard that Qiao Yimo handed in the test after 15 minutes!"

"What? The paper was handed in in 15 minutes? Did she do it too fast or couldn't do it?"

"SSSSS-level questions, and nearly fifty questions, even if you say that it is impossible for a god to finish it in 15 minutes."

"Yeah, I see Xuan, there is a high probability that it can't be done."

"Oh my god, Ouyang Biyun said it was easy. From this point of view, it is not certain who will be the final champion."

The third round of clinical skills competition was also discussed by the audience, and passed by in a flash.

Since the results of the first round of written tests have not yet come out, the champion cannot be selected for the time being.

The host said in an orderly manner: "This is the end of the third round of clinical skills competition, and the winner of today's competition will be announced in half an hour."

After the words fell, all the contestants returned to their respective lounges, and the audience in the audience began to take out their mobile phones to pass the boring half hour.

Ouyang Biyun stepped off the stage, and immediately bumped into Fu Zhiting who was rushing over.

Fu Zhiting was not surprised by Qiao Yimo's results, but was a little surprised by Ouyang Biyun's results.

Fu Zhiting's brows were pale, and his voice was calm, "I thought Miss Ouyang could draw with her."

Ouyang Biyun crossed her arms, was silent for a while and said with a sneer: "This kind of competition can't explain the real strength."

After all, it's not practical. If there are two patients in front of her, she doesn't think she will be worse than Qiao Yimo.

After all, she has been exposed to it since she was a child.

And Qiao Yimo was just a so-called miracle doctor who appeared suddenly.

"Also, tell Mr. Fu the truth, I will treat your father's illness as well."

Not only her, but anyone in the Ouyang family would do it.

Can such a pediatric disease be cured, can it be called a miracle doctor?
Ah!
(End of this chapter)