It had to be wrong. It had to be wrong. Please, let it be wrong...
Holding his breath tensely, Feng Miao prayed without cease.
All he could do now was hope that the other party got the last two wrong. Two of his answers had alternated red and yellow; as long as the other party made one mistake, he could still win.
After all, treating illness was not about who wrote a prescription faster, but about curing the disease the moment one laid hands on it and healing the patient completely!
Buzz!
As he muttered to himself, light flashed before his eyes once more.
"Red again?"
Once he saw the color clearly, Feng Miao nearly cried. His heart sank again and again. It was not even alternating red and yellow, but pure, unadulterated red...
That kind of red meant it was completely correct!
He had written prescriptions so quickly and still gotten nine in a row right? Was this for real? Did this guy have cheats turned on?
"The last one has to be wrong..."
Clenching his teeth, he no longer hoped to crush his opponent in victory. He only hoped the other party would make one mistake and let him salvage some face.
Whoosh!
The final light lit up, and it was still... red!
Correct!
All ten were correct!
He had written prescriptions for ten people in less than three breaths, and every one was correct... Was he seeing things?
Everyone rubbed their eyes, nearly rubbing their eyeballs right onto the floor.
"You... you..."
Feng Miao could not even speak. His head buzzed, and he simply could not believe what he had just witnessed.
"My ten lights were all red, which means every answer was correct. So I won, right?"
Seeing his expression, Nie Yun smiled faintly.
"Brother Nie,