"Can I go back now?" Chen Fan looked at the middle-aged man and asked.
The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, "Dr. Chen, please."
Immediately, to everyone's astonishment, Chen Fan left the hotel restaurant and returned to his residence.
Today's events made Chen Fan feel a sense of crisis.
Not only the bodyguards around Zhang Yanling, but also Wu Chengyang, the butler of the Long family. That gaze still made Chen Fan's heart palpitate.
"The effect of the muscle-enhancing cream has reached its limit. I need to find a way to strengthen myself," Chen Fan murmured.
Especially the punch he exchanged with Zhang Yanling's bodyguard today, which made Chen Fan realize that this world was not as simple as he saw it.
He had used the muscle-enhancing cream, and his speed and strength were far beyond ordinary people. Yet, that bodyguard could make him retreat half a step. This was the first time Chen Fan had encountered such a situation.
He was sure that if he had made a move in the restaurant just now, even if he could defeat those bodyguards, he would have paid a heavy price.
Thinking of this, Chen Fan sat on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and the ancient medical texts that had appeared in his mind before flashed through his consciousness.
All the content was displayed in Chen Fan's mind. He wanted to find a way to improve his strength from them.
Muscles and bones had already reached the limit of the muscle-enhancing cream's effect. After flipping through more than half of the content, Chen Fan still hadn't found any ointment with a greater effect than the muscle-enhancing cream.
Besides muscles and bones, there was another very important element in human movement: meridians. If his meridians became tougher and all the channels were connected, would his strength increase?
Suddenly remembering this, Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
He then took out more than a dozen silver needles, went to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room, took off his shirt, and began to prick himself at various acupoints with the silver needles.
As Chen Fan unblocked a meridian in his arm, a sharp stinging pain made him gasp.
Enduring the pain, Chen Fan deeply understood the principle that where there is pain, there is no flow, and where there is flow, there is no pain.
After several needle insertions, finally, with a sense of smoothness, the original pain instantly disappeared.
He swung his fists a couple of times, and Chen Fan suddenly realized that his left arm was more flexible than his right, and its strength had increased exponentially.
"It seems to be effective." Finding a solution, Chen Fan's face immediately showed joy.
Now that he was in Kyoto, this was probably the best way to improve his strength.
The next morning, when the remaining ten doctors received the notice for the competition, they all gathered again in the hotel's third-floor conference room.
However, to the shock of the other eight doctors, not only did Sun Mingshan, who had been beaten and sent to the hospital yesterday, show up, but Chen Fan, whom Zhang Yanling had threatened to kill, also appeared at the scene.
"Is this kid suicidal?"
"I thought this kid would flee Kyoto overnight, but I didn't expect him to dare to participate in the competition."
"He probably knows he's doomed and wants the Long family to protect his life."
"Him?"
"He cured a patient with ventriculitis yesterday! And he's a famous divine doctor in Jiangcheng."
"Young people nowadays don't know humility. With a little medical skill, they dare to call themselves divine doctors. In my opinion, yesterday was just a fluke."
As Chen Fan appeared, a murmur of discussion erupted in the conference room, clearly surprised that Chen Fan had not left.
After all, Long Hanchen was a descendant of the Long family. His death was related to Chen Fan. If Chen Fan dared to stay in Kyoto, it was no different from courting death.
At this moment, the middle-aged man in charge of the selection slowly walked into the conference room.
The previously noisy conference room immediately fell silent.
The middle-aged man glanced at the ten doctors present and said with a slight smile, "Doctors, the third round of selection is about to begin. Similar to the second round, we will also use a two-on-two PK. You can form teams yourself."
Just then, Sun Mingshan stepped forward, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at Chen Fan, "I choose to compete with Chen Fan. Colleagues, please give me some convenience. I, Sun Mingshan, will definitely repay this favor in the future."
The others exchanged glances, naturally aware of the animosity between Chen Fan and Sun Mingshan, and unwilling to court disaster.
Especially after Chen Fan's performance yesterday, although many people said he was just lucky, they were still unwilling to take the risk of choosing Chen Fan.
Since it was their personal feud, they would let the two of them resolve it.
"Dr. Chen, today I shall see if your title of divine doctor is just for show," Sun Mingshan said with a smug smile, seeing that no one had chosen Chen Fan. He slowly walked up to Chen Fan.
"Director Sun, your mouth hasn't healed yet. It's best to speak less, lest the wound splits open and you bleed all over your face again," Chen Fan said with a playful glance at Sun Mingshan.
"You!" Seeing Chen Fan's mocking gaze, Sun Mingshan's lungs almost exploded!
Wasn't he like this because of Chen Fan?!
"Kid, we'll see. Today I'll make you roll out of this hotel. I wonder what Ms. Zhang will do when she knows that the murderer of her son has left the hotel," Sun Mingshan said coldly.
Chen Fan ignored Sun Mingshan any further.
A moment later, the ten doctors had each chosen their opponents.
At this time, ten waiters pushed food carts into the conference room.
On each food cart, there was a broken egg, along with some suturing instruments and fine thread.
"This competition is very simple: suture the broken egg membrane, and the egg white must not overflow. The one with the shortest time wins. The doctor who wins this competition will receive a reward of ten million," the middle-aged man announced the rules of the competition.
Everyone was surprised to hear this.
Because this competition was too simple, and the prize money was outrageously high!
Suturing an egg membrane was their basic skill, a skill that every neurosurgeon must possess.
Moreover, these were all renowned experts from home and abroad. This kind of suturing technique was simply child's play.
However, facing their opponents, they dared not be careless. After all, they all knew that the doctors present were very skilled in suturing. To win the ten million reward, they had to give their all.
On the scene, only one person looked relaxed, and that was Sun Mingshan.
Looking at the broken egg in front of him, Sun Mingshan mocked Chen Fan, "Dr. Chen, judging by your age, you probably haven't even been on an operating table, have you? Moreover, you're a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. Why don't you just admit defeat? That way, you won't lose too embarrassingly. Otherwise, when you go back later, a divine doctor who can't even pass a suturing test, won't people laugh their heads off! Hahaha!"
Sun Mingshan was laughing so hard that he forgot about the wound on his mouth, and immediately winced in pain, his facial wrinkles all squeezed together.
"It seems I was right just now. Director Sun, talking too much is not a good thing," Chen Fan responded with a playful smile when he saw this.