"Of course, all of this will have to wait until the Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition concludes, and we can judge by his actual results," Wu Zhengfei muttered to himself, secretly making up his mind.
Meanwhile, in the judges' area on the plaza, after Wu Jiuming sat down, Wu Xing raised a foot, preparing to leave. Suddenly noticing that Wu Linjiang hadn't told him to go, he rolled his eyes and stayed put, looking over at the exam papers in Wu Linjiang's hands. He froze instantly.
The very first question was a practical case study, but the symptoms were bizarre—truly a rare sight in the modern era. At least, in all his years, Wu Xing had never seen anything like it. And the analysis and treatment methods detailed on the paper were things he had never heard of or witnessed before.
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