Before long, all three questions and answers had been written. Master Mingxin folded the Paper Slip, added a seal, and handed it over.
At the same time, Zhao Yuan across from him had finished writing his question as well. He glanced at it, a cold sneer curling at the corners of his lips.
In his view, if Master Mingxin truly had any ability, he would have long since made a name for himself in the Nine Continents and Ten Lands. Hiding away on some tiny teleportation island, even if he had a little skill, he could not be all that formidable.
"For the Medical Dao Challenge I proposed, I do not wish to take advantage of you. You may ask the first question!"
After handing over the Paper Slip, Zhao Yuan sat back down and looked over calmly, exuding immense confidence.
"Very well, then I will not stand on ceremony!"
Master Mingxin was confident. Raising his head, he looked over. "I am speaking of a case I encountered a few days ago. A patient's pulse was weak, slippery, and heavy, yet his spirits were exceptionally excited..."
Very quickly, he presented the first question he had written.
"If my guess is correct, this person's condition was not as simple as merely being ill, was it..." After hearing the question, Zhao Yuan scarcely paused. With a faint smile, he casually wrote something on the Paper Slip and passed it to Ye Tao and Ye Mingcheng.
"So quickly?"
When Master Mingxin had written this question, he had thought it would at least stump the other party for a while. Yet in the blink of an eye, after only a few breaths, the answer had already been written. Could this man truly be so confident?
The Paper Slip was passed to the two young