247 How About Ten

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However, before he could feel the ecstatic touch on his palms, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in the elbows of both hands.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht scream like killing pigs echoed in the empty room.

The other examiners in the room were startled.

Everyone turned back one after another, and then they were surprised to find that Deng Hongfeng's hands actually drooped down.

The elbow seemed to be forcibly broken.

The severe pain made Deng Hongfeng's horse face contort together, looking extremely hideous and funny.

This... what the hell happened?

"Ah, help! Help! You idiots, what are you still doing? Not fast... Come and treat me... ah ah ah!"

The examiners of Xuanyi Pavilion came back to their senses and rushed over to check Deng Hongfeng's injury.

The injury doesn't look serious, just a dislocation.

Each of the examiners in the Xuanyi Pavilion has superb medical skills, so the dislocated elbow was quickly attached.

But the pain in it made Deng Hongfeng let out a miserable cry.

By the time the treatment was over, he was already covered in cold sweat.

Staring at Mu Yan, as if to kill someone, "Bitch, what have you done to me?!"

Muyan showed an innocent smile and said slowly: "This doctor is joking, I'm standing here without even raising my hand, what can I do?"

"By the way, a lot of time has been wasted. Excuse me, can the formal assessment of senior physicians begin?"

Deng Hongfeng stared at her fiercely, as if he wanted to see some flaws in her.

But no matter how you look at it, there is only a delicate and weak girl in front of her.

How could an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl break his hand without even moving her hand?

He is an ancient martial artist at the peak of the Xuan level!

But if it wasn't her, who would have done it?

Being so disturbed, where does Deng Hongfeng still have those lustful hearts?

Now he just wants to kick this wicked woman out, and he must not let her become a senior doctor and step on his head.

"Okay, I want to see, what qualifications do you have to become a senior physician of my Xuanyi Pavilion."

After speaking, Deng Hongfeng raised his hand to applaud, but felt a sharp pain in his joints.

He had to put it down angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Bring me all the patients."

With an order, ten men, women and children were soon brought in.

Standing in front of Mu Yan in rows.

Mu Yan couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

These men and women, young and old, can tell just by looking at their faces that they are sick.

The assessment of junior doctors in Xuanyi Pavilion is dialectical treatment.

But only one patient needs to be treated.

The assessment of intermediate doctors is a little more difficult, but it only needs to dialectically and treat three patients at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the assessment of senior physicians turned out to have ten patients?

But what about ten?

Is she still not cured?

Mu Yan was about to go to check the pulse, but heard Deng Hongfeng sneer.

"Senior doctors, even in the Xuanyi Pavilion in the entire Yanwu Continent, there are only three or five."

"If you want to pass the examination of a senior doctor, you must at least show some skills. These ten patients, I want you to see within an hour, not to diagnose the pulse, not to ask, not to approach, and then to determine their symptoms, And give effective treatment plan!"

Mu Yan was startled, and frowned slightly.

Looking, hearing, asking, and only allowing her to "look", dialectical treatment is necessary?

Zhang Mingkun stood up abruptly and said: "Doctor Deng, this is not in line with what we discussed at the beginning! How can dialectical treatment be possible without seeing, hearing, and asking? Will this be too difficult?"

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