In the center of the competition hall stood a long table laden with medical instruments, including scalpels, silver needles, and more.
"Will the number one contestants from both sides please step forward," the foreign judge announced in a booming voice.
From among the young elites of both the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) and Western medicine teams, one person from each side stepped out and walked to the table. A staff member soon approached, carrying a metal cage that he placed on the table; inside sat a lethargic Xiaobai.
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