Best little divine farmer

"Time is up!"

When the time reached 30 minutes, Li Qiankun warned.

Seeing the number gap between Tang Yifan and Qi Zhengxuan, the faces of the people present were a little strange. Anyway, Tang Yifan had a great advantage in the number of people, as high as 20!

There are only six people behind Qi Zhengxuan, and the seventh is still in treatment.

"This guy is so skinny that he wants to outnumber president Qi."

"Ha ha, that's naive. He thought he could win this way?"

"I'm sure I can't win. In the end, those people didn't give him a score. It was his own shame."

The onlookers showed great disdain for the number gap between the two sides.

Hearing the comments below, Wu Dexu was very angry. These people didn't know his master's power, and they were talking nonsense there.

"A group of idiots think that Qi Zhengxuan is the president of the party? You'll be blinded later. " Wu said angrily.

"Mr. Qi, it's time." Li Qiankun reminded that although Qi Zhengxuan is his president, he is the host at the moment and must be treated fairly.

"Right away." Qi Zhengxuan wiped the sweat on his forehead and said anxiously.

The intensity of half an hour's work has caught up with his usual workload of a month. In general, these experts and doctors seldom see ordinary people. They are usually employed by special personnel. Their workload is very small. It's the first time for them to treat seven cases in half an hour. Naturally, he can't stand it.

"You can cure this patient, but this quota is not included in the total." Li Qiankun reminded.

"Well... What? In order not to delay your time, we'll treat you later." Hearing what Li Qiankun said, Qi Zhengxuan's face froze and then said that he would be treated free of charge by the other five expert groups later, so he would not have to go on the stage. The treatment of six people had already exhausted him. Since this does not count, he naturally does not want to toss.

"President Qi, please, help me treat it first. My stomach is really painful." The skinny middle-aged man in his fifties covered his stomach and his face was full of pain. He was wearing faded jeans and blue overalls from the construction site, with some putty on them.

"As you can see, there are so many people waiting for us at the scene. If I continue to treat, I will waste a lot of people's time." Qi Zhengxuan refused.

"It's OK. We can wait." Tang Yifan also saw that the thin middle-aged man really hurt, so he said in a voice.

"Yes, we can wait a little longer and cure the patient first."

Others also support Tang Yifan's remarks.

"Please, President Qi." The thin man cried again.

"Tang Yifan, don't you treat fast? Come on." Qi Zhengxuan ignored the request of the thin man and said to Tang Yifan.

This person's illness can't be cured in a short time and a half. Even if it's cured, it doesn't count. What he usually treats are dignitaries. Naturally, he doesn't want to waste his energy on this ordinary person.

"President Qi, don't ignore me." Hearing that Qi Zhengxuan wanted Tang Yifan to treat him, the thin man knelt down on the ground, hugged his leg and begged, "President Qi, please. I'm dying of pain. Please help me."

"Hey, you've got to pick and choose. No matter how bad Tang Yifan is, he knows something. It's not good for you to dislike him like this." Seeing that the dirty skinny man hugged his more than 30000 pairs of trousers, Qi Zhengxuan pushed away the skinny man with disgust on his face and said, "if it's cured or not, we'll roll aside. We're still waiting for the score."

Plop

The thin man himself was thin and suffering from illness. He was pushed to the ground by Qi Zhengxuan and showed his teeth.

"Ouch... It's killing me... Ouch..."

The thin man was lying on the ground, humming in pain.

"Well, don't think I don't know you're pretending. You've got the wrong person to deceive." Qi Zhengxuan, who cares so much, said to the security guard, "you two take this porcelain bumper out."

"Yes." Two security guards heard Qi Zhengxuan's cry and immediately went forward to pull the skinny man.

Seeing this scene, many people present were not happy.

"Stop it." Tang Yifan spoke out.

Thin man's condition is very serious, if not treated in time, I am afraid there will be life-threatening, he as a Chinese medicine, can not sit idly by.

"Why, are you going to treat it?" Qi Zhengxuan snorted coldly and said, "now that the game is over, count the results quickly. Don't procrastinate. You may have a lot of time. I still have a lot to do."

"Ah... It's killing me, it's killing me..."

Before Tang Yifan opened his mouth, the thin man suddenly began to roll on the ground. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his humming voice became hoarse.

Seeing this, Tang Yifan dashed up with an arrow step, and then with a shake of his hand, a gold needle appeared in his hand and directly stabbed the thin man's shoulder and neck. The thin man stopped rolling, but the color of pain on his face was more obvious, and his face was distorted.

"It's killing me, it's killing me, help me, help me, it's killing me..." the thin man's tears came out.

Seeing that the thin man was suffering like this, the onlookers could no longer hold back and began to scold him.

"It's a wonderful doctor. He doesn't even care about patients. I don't know how he became the president of traditional Chinese medicine."

"That is, if there is something wrong with this person's character, even if there is something urgent, we can't ignore the patient's life or death."

"Ah, if this is a tough guy, you can see that he dares to die. It's not that he's just an ordinary worker!"

For Qi Zhengxuan's hopelessness, the onlookers couldn't see it any more.

Qi Zhengxuan just frowned when he heard the tumultuous noise below. He didn't pay attention to it. These people are not the objects of his service. Their curses can't affect his status and income at all.

Tang Yifan didn't pay attention to the people around him. After he calmed the man down, he took out a seven inch gold needle again. With a sound of "Sila", Tang Yifan tore off the upper part of the man's clothes, aimed at the upper part of the right crotch of the man and stabbed him in, but only into the shallow layer.

He quickly twists the needle, thrusts it again and lifts it lightly, and repeats it nine times in a row. A stream of invisible gas rushes into the thin man's body.

"Ah, I didn't expect that the man who didn't know how to do it did it."

"In any case, he's better than the one who can't help himself."

"You can't say that, just in case it's not cured."

"No cure, at least he worked hard, don't want that President Qi, see death don't help, what thing."

Onlookers see Tang Yifan come forward for the treatment of thin men, think of before their views, are a little guilty.

"Hum..."

The thin man's pain was much less, and he grunted, and his face was no longer so pale.

Tang Yifan once again thrust the needle into the middle layer, thrusting it heavily and lifting it lightly nine times.