Yue Zhuoqun looked embarrassed and coughed twice: "Let's not gamble on this Tianling Pill. Although you, Sect Master Ye, have inherited the legacy of Master Tian Zhen, there is no need to squander it like this."
Zen Master Zhikong lowered his voice and suppressed his anger: "Amitabha, Sect Master Ye really knows how to make a bet. The Tianling Pill is priceless. Do you think our temple produces the Tianling Pill?"
Taoist Chongxu forced a smile and said, "Sect Master Ye, it's just a competition. There's no need to get emotional. There's no need."
Ye Feng glanced at Yue Zhuoqun and the others with disdain and was about to scold them when, at this moment, there was a sudden earthquake and even the awning was shaken to the point of collapse.
Something happened in the formation, and everyone looked nervously in the direction of the Five Elements ** Formation.
Soon, a red light lit up on the electronic monitoring screen and a beeping alarm was heard. Someone pressed the positioning alarm and withdrew from the competition.
Elder Lu quickly found the direction that triggered the alarm: "It is 580 meters away from the Dongfang Zhen Palace. The Taiyi Sect disciples went to rescue."
The two drones quickly took off, their rapidly spinning propellers lifted off layers of fog, and flew into the Five Elements ** Array.
Soon the drone was submerged in the wave-like fog, and only a faint red light emitted from the fuselage could be seen. Soon even the red light could not be seen.
The direction of the eastern Zhen Palace is where the disciples of Xuankong Temple enter the Five Elements ** Array.
Zen Master Zhikong's expression changed slightly, and he fiddled with the huge Buddhist beads on his chest: "Amitabha, Dongfang Zhen Palace, it was our disciples of Xuankong Temple who triggered the mechanism. May the Buddha bless you."
A gloating smile appeared on Yue Zhuoqun's face: "I was wondering which sect's disciples would be the first to withdraw from the Five Elements ** Array, it turns out that your Xuankong Temple got the first one."
Before long, several Taiyi Sect disciples carried out a Xuankong Temple disciple wearing a yellow monk's robe on a stretcher. His robe was stained with blood, his calf was covered in blood, a white bone was sticking out from the middle, and he was bleeding profusely. His injuries were serious.
The monk's face was as pale as gold paper, his eyes were half open and half closed, and he had fallen into a semi-comatose state.
Seeing the monk’s tragic injury, Jiang Yixue turned her head away, not daring to look.
Seeing his disciple injured, Zen Master Zhikong helplessly chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, sin, sin, it turned out to be disciple Yunxin, how could he be injured so seriously."
Everyone worked together to carry Monk Yun Xin into the medical tent, and carefully placed him face up on a simple stainless steel workbench to prevent vibration to his body and avoid secondary injuries.
Yue Zhuoqun said to Master Zhikong disapprovingly: "Master, don't worry. Doctor Zhao Yizhi is a famous surgeon in China and the chief pharmacist of our Taiyi Sect. With him around, your disciple's life can be saved."
Being praised by the sect leader, a proud look appeared on the face of the middle-aged doctor Zhao Yizhi.
He glanced expressionlessly at Monk Yun Xin lying on the workbench and walked over slowly.
"It's just a broken leg. He lost too much blood. All we need to do is stop the bleeding and set the bone."
Zhao Yizhi's voice was low and bright, his tone unquestionable. He stretched out the slender index finger of his right hand and pressed the Xuehai point on the thigh of the injured monk Yun Xin. He wanted to stop the bleeding.
Ye Feng also joined in the fun and looked over. Looking at the bloody calf, he realized that Zhao Yizhi's judgment was correct. Stopping the bleeding and setting the bones were necessary treatment methods.
He had no good feelings towards the monks in Xuankong Temple and didn't want to get involved, but he felt his heartstrings move, and the eye of thought between his eyebrows had already observed every bit of Monk Yunxin's injuries in great detail.
His Medical Heart Sutra has been cultivated to the highest realm of human medicine, the realm of knowing destiny, and is moving towards the far-reaching realm of earthly medicine. With a slight movement of his mind, he can know destiny at a glance.
He looked at Tongling in surprise. There was a black line on the back of the monk's head. It was a fatal blockage in the cerebral blood vessels. The blood vessel would burst if there was the slightest movement.
The most critical factor in improving medical skills is not only medical skills, but also medical ethics. A doctor should be kind-hearted and save the dying and the wounded.
Although he didn't like the monks in Xuankong Temple, Ye Feng didn't want to see Monk Yunxin die.
Just when Zhao Yizhi's fingers were about to touch Yun Xin, Ye Feng's fingers gently clamped Zhao Yizhi's wrist.
"Wait a minute, you can't stop the bleeding for him. There's a blood clot in his brain. Once you put your finger on it, the bleeding on his leg will stop, but the blood vessels in his brain will burst. It will be too late to save him then."
Zhao Yizhi was stunned for a moment when Ye Feng clamped his wrist, and then he was furious: "Ye Feng, don't be so self-righteous. I have been a doctor for more than 20 years. Can't I see such a simple injury? You are just a student of Tongren Medical University. What qualifications do you have to teach me?"
Zhao Yizhi flicked his wrist violently, trying to shake off Ye Feng's fingers, but he felt that Ye Feng's fingers were like iron clamps and could not be shaken off at all.
"Do you know me?"
Seeing Zhao Yizhi so angry and saying his name, Ye Feng asked in confusion.
Ye Feng didn't know Zhao Yizhi, but Zhao Yizhi recognized Ye Feng.
"Of course I know you. You are Ye Feng, the famous medical god of China. Who doesn't know you?"
Ye Feng is a hero in the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine community. In recent days, there have been many reports about him on the Internet and in the media, both positive and negative.
He developed the light of Traditional Chinese Medicine, won a competition among four schools, defeated an entire country alone, brought shame to the entire Korean medicine, and made Chinese Traditional Medicine famous in the world. He has become a medical god-like figure in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
No matter whether it is a medical student or an old Chinese medicine practitioner in his 80s, no one does not know him.
There are countless people who admire him and thank him, but there are also people who envy him and hate him, because he has taken away their limelight. Zhao Yizhi is one of those people.
Zhao Yizhi has his own pharmaceutical company, hospital, and pharmacy, and is considered to be well-known in China. However, ever since the common people got to know Ye Feng, they have been scrambling to buy the drugs developed by Tianyuan Group. They all know that Tianyuan Group's drugs are particularly effective.
Zhao Yizhi's pharmacy and hospital sales have been hit hard. Whenever he sees Ye Feng's reports on the Internet or in the media, he clenches his fists tightly: "This guy has taken up all the headlines again. He is a guy who relies on cheating and deceiving. I don't believe he has any real ability."
Today was the first time he saw Ye Feng, but the jealousy in his heart was as deep as if he had hidden it for a lifetime.
He actually failed to shake off Ye Feng's fingers, which made Zhao Yizhi even more angry. His internal energy suddenly turned, and his whole body seemed to expand. His wrist grew larger and emitted a faint light, and a huge force was about to burst out.
But Ye Feng tightened his fingers with a sneer, and a stream of internal force penetrated into Zhao Yizhi's wrist.
Just now he was so ambitious to compete with Ye Feng and wanted to use his internal force to shake Ye Feng's fingers away. When the light on Zhao Yizhi's wrist was about to expand and contract, he felt a cold breath penetrate into his pulse, and his whole body felt as if it was pricked by needles.
(End of this chapter)