Chapter 2835 Won the First Round

When the audience heard this conclusion, what was their first reaction? What the hell does that mean, telling people to go to the hospital for tests? Then what do we need you for! But very quickly a lot of viewers understood: it’s not that Elder Hu and the others couldn’t make a judgment—on the contrary, it’s precisely because they could that they had to be extra cautious. Especially with suspected blood diseases, the kind of condition that could be terminal, they had to be cautious, and then more cautious.

But soon many viewers were even more shocked. How did Li Yifei make that kind of judgment? On what basis did he say the kid had Leukemia? Just from those few glances?

At this moment the host read out the final ruling. As soon as Yan Qiu’s side heard it, they blew up and protested: "Host, we trust your fairness, but Leukemia is absolutely not the kind of disease you can diagnose by just looking a few times. So either there’s cheating on your side, or... he knew the patient’s condition in advance. That’s unfair."

Li Yifei smiled faintly and said, "So you think I already knew this patient’s condition beforehand?"

"Exactly. Otherwise how could you have judged it?"

"So you believe that child really does have Leukemia?" Li Yifei pressed.

Yan Qiu’s mouth twitched. "That’s not it, his condition hasn’t been confirmed yet."

"So how did you conclude that the host and I colluded? If you have evidence, bring it out now. And I need to say this to the audience: the neutral party was chosen by both me and them, so there’s no need to question fairness. If you don’t even have that bit of confidence, I suggest you all withdraw from the competition right now. The original purpose of me proposing this contest was to expose a few industry frauds to the audience."

"You’re the fraud! You... Li Yifei, you’re shameless!" Yan Qiu slammed the table, shot to his feet, and shouted.

The audience offstage started booing and heckling; some were cheering. He Ming said, "Yan Qiu, sit down."

"I..."

"Sit down." He Ming barked. Only then did Yan Qiu sit down reluctantly, his eyes full of venomous hatred as he glared at Li Yifei. He Ming picked up the mic and said, "Mr. Li, we’re only in the first round. Out of twelve people, we’ve only done the first diagnostic comparison, it’s still early. Whether we’re frauds or not, there are judges and there’s the audience to decide, not your mouth alone. If everything were decided by one person’s tongue, probably all the lawyers in the country would be out of a job."

"You’re right, it’s not decided by my mouth alone. Since you brought up the competition, then let’s get back to the competition!"

"Exactly. Since both contestants have completed their own assessments, it’s best not to make any further comments. Let’s leave the speaking to the judges." the host said.

Yan Qiu snorted twice and fell silent. In fact, he was already losing his nerve. He knew perfectly well the neutral party was unlikely to cheat, since his side had been supervising the whole process too. Which made it scary: did Li Yifei really have the ability to diagnose even Leukemia?

For other illnesses, maybe Traditional Chinese Medicine could diagnose them accurately. But Leukemia is a disease with clearly defined symptoms only in modern times. Traditional Chinese Medicine might have some treatment methods, but using Traditional Chinese Medicine alone to confirm it is practically impossible. So Yan Qiu was starting to panic inside.

If Li Yifei’s diagnosis was accurate, and there was no trick, and he really diagnosed it just by a few glances, then Yan Qiu felt he was doomed to lose. The gap between the two was utterly huge.

Forget the few people on stage—those judges in the seats probably couldn’t reach Li Yifei’s level either.

Elder Hu seemed unaffected. He picked up the second diagnostic sheet. Li Yifei had judged that the person had no illness, at least no serious disease, while Yan Qiu had written two lines of diagnosis. Elder Hu read his, then read out the judges’ diagnosis.

Boom! The audience exploded again, because Elder Hu and the others also believed the second person didn’t have any particular illness. Saying the person was completely healthy wasn’t quite right either, but the stock phrases Yan Qiu had written were totally off. This time the judges’ ruling was very clear: "Li Yifei’s judgment is correct."

"Wow!" The entire venue and the internet went wild. Supporters of Li Yifei shouted with excitement, almost losing control. Supporters of He Ming’s side found it hard to accept. In their minds, Master Physician Yan Qiu had actually lost two rounds in a row? And from what they heard, Yan Qiu’s diagnosis didn’t sound wrong; it was similar to the diagnoses they normally got from Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners—like the body had all sorts of problems. So how did it become outright wrong once the judges saw it?

Yan Qiu felt like there were needles stuck under his butt. Several times he wanted to stand up to argue, but he knew Elder Hu and the others were grandmasters—it was impossible for them to be wrong. He comforted himself: it’s only two people, there are still ten more. Although he clearly forgot that he only diagnosed ten people, so there should only be eight left.

Elder Hu and the others continued to make their judgments. During this process, Li Yifei got three people wrong, but he got five right. In other words, out of the twelve people he diagnosed, seven already fully or partially matched his diagnosis, with two still pending—and those two were exactly the ones Yan Qiu hadn’t had time to diagnose.

As for Yan Qiu... he only got two right, which were two of the three people Li Yifei got wrong. On the remaining one, both of them were wrong.

That was highly embarrassing. Yan Qiu’s face had turned purple-red, clearly hit hard. He had never imagined this outcome. Even when the results came out, he felt like he was in a dream, shaking his head over and over, muttering, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. He’s just a retired soldier—how could his diagnoses be more accurate than mine! That’s absolutely impossible."

"Next I’ll announce the result of the first round. Among the twelve people, Mr. Li Yifei’s diagnostic accuracy reached eight, while Mr. Yan Qiu only diagnosed two people correctly. This outcome surprised everyone, and even Elder Hu and the others are full of emotion, acknowledging Mr. Li’s strength. Please give Mr. Li Yifei a round of applause."

Offstage and online, it was naturally a carnival. Many people were once again convinced by Li Yifei. Comrade veteran actually had such profound knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine Techniques as well. May we ask, is there anything he doesn’t know? No one knew, but everyone felt Li Yifei was already unbeatable.

Wu Shuwei was covering her mouth, clearly excited. It wasn’t her first time sitting in the audience watching a competition—be it sports or other events, she’d had many such experiences—but none had ever made her this excited. Because the competitor was Li Yifei, and he was winning with real ability.

Back home it was cheers all around. No matter what, that was their husband, their man, winning with his strength. The women at home were naturally happy and proud.

Li Yifei himself reacted calmly. His expression was faint, as if he wasn’t affected. Yan Qiu’s face had completely collapsed. Out of twelve people, he only diagnosed two. His Master Physician title had basically fallen to the ground. He slunk off the stage, wanting to leave, but was blocked by staff, who required him to stay until the competition was over. Since the match involved a bet between both sides, of course they couldn’t let him walk away now.

Yan Qiu initially wanted to play dumb and make a scene, but in the end he just slumped down and sat there in defeat, saying nothing.

Elder Hu nodded slightly at Li Yifei, as if encouraging him. It seemed Elder Hu and the others were also feeling emotional: Li Yifei actually understood Traditional Chinese Medicine Techniques for real, and his diagnostic success rate was that high... Of course, the only flaw was his way of describing things—he used modern medical terminology instead of traditional TCM diagnostic language, which looked a bit hybrid and inelegant. But that didn’t affect much; it all just made Li Yifei seem more incredible.

The host checked in on Li Yifei’s condition. After learning that he could start the next match immediately, the host announced: "Now we’ll prepare for the second round. We’ll randomly select the second group of contestants. The match will start in ten minutes."

"Wait. Let’s change the diagnostic method for the second round." He Ming suddenly said. The host looked over and asked, "Elder He, you mean... you’ll take the field for the second round?"

"Yes. The second round will be pulse diagnosis. I’ll be the one competing." He Ming said.

Wang Dafu beside him also nodded along. He really had no confidence. He was a long-time smoker and drinker; relying on ’smelling’ to diagnose was much harder than ’looking’. Of course, this ’smelling’ wasn’t just about the nose, but it didn’t matter—he had no confidence either way.

Originally they thought Li Yifei was just bragging, so the three of them had been full of confidence. After seeing Yan Qiu in the first round, the three realized Li Yifei really had medical skills, and far above Yan Qiu’s. So the second round couldn’t be played by Wang Dafu. Otherwise if they lost again, there’d be no point in a third round.

Best of three—if the first two are lost, what’s the point of a third?

The host hurriedly asked for Li Yifei’s opinion. He nodded and said, "Whatever."

"Alright then. The second round will be changed to pulse diagnosis, with Master Physician He Ming, our senior expert, personally taking the field. Staff, please begin the selection!" the host announced.

"Damn, they even forced the old Master Physician to come out. I thought we wouldn’t need him at all today!" a netizen commented.

"Master Physician? More like an old scammer. These few guys, tsk tsk, once today’s over, they’re all gonna show their true colors."

"Hold up, everyone wait a sec—where’s that **** bro? Come out and do a walk, we’re all waiting to watch you ****. Tsk tsk, Yan Qiu only guessed two conditions right. That’s a brutal slap in your face. I can feel the pain through the screen."

"Hahaha, I feel the pain too. I mean, how does a perfectly fine person end up making a bet to **** with someone? Tsk tsk, I remember that guy, I’m gonna @ him."

Some people were nervous, some were joking, some felt like they were watching a blockbuster and getting their fill, while others were anxious—like Yan Qiu. He didn’t just lose, he lost ugly. Even if his side won both of the remaining rounds, his life was over. This whole thing would spread fast, and the label of ’fraud’ on him wouldn’t be coming off.