I will defeat you with my medical skills, not these little tricks!
Xu Liang was stunned for a moment, then a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he began to write the prescription.
Although he knew that he had a 99% chance of losing this final match, he felt that it was not shameful to lose to someone like Ye Feng.
It can even be said that it is his honor to have such an opponent.
Tu Cangcang, Li Feifan and others also nodded slightly, with relief and joy in their eyes.
Although Ye Feng is not very old, they have already seen in her the bearing that a national player should have!
"666, I really didn't make a mistake about him. Ye Feng is awesome, very generous and has the demeanor of a national player!"
"The man I admire is just so awesome!"
Not only the people at the scene, but also the netizens who were watching the live broadcast started to post comments crazily.
Mo Tianshu stared at Ye Feng with complicated eyes, closed his eyes, took a breath, and then silently began to write the prescription he had written.
The prescription was quickly written, and then the three of them walked into the hospital pharmacy with the prescription.
This final competition was to test their practical operational abilities, so no one helped them get the medicine, and they had to do everything by themselves, including weighing the herbs and decocting the medicine themselves.
"What is he doing?"
"Oh my god, they didn't even weigh the medicine and just gave it to me directly. This is too outrageous!"
While Mo Tianshu and Xu Liang went to get the medicine scale, Ye Feng actually walked to the medicine cabinet, opened the drawer of the required medicinal materials, grabbed a handful without weighing them, and put them on the straw paper in his other hand.
After getting all the medicine, he carried the bag of straw paper to the casserole where the medicine was boiled, ready to put the medicine in.
“Nonsense!”
Seeing his actions, Zeng Qipei stood up, pointed at him and shouted: "What are you doing?"
Without waiting for Ye Feng to reply, he turned to look at Tu Cangcang and said, "Principal Tu, you know that medicine is three-quarters poison, right? If the dosage of the medicinal materials is not controlled properly, it will pose a threat to the patient's life. How can he be so frivolous?"
Zeng Qipei's voice was loud and his words were righteous.
"Preparing the decoction without weighing it is playing with human life. It's ridiculous!"
"Using your hands to grab medicine, this is too unreliable, I take back those words of admiration for him just now!"
Zeng Qipei's remarks also resonated with many netizens in the live broadcast room.
Tu Cangcang frowned. She felt that Ye Feng would not do such a thing, but the facts were before her eyes.
"Who told you that I didn't control the dosage of the medicine?"
Without waiting for Tu Cangcang to ask, Ye Feng turned his head to look into Zeng Qipei's eyes and asked back calmly.
"Do you think all these people present are blind? Did you use a scale to weigh it, so that we can't see it?"
Zeng Qipei scolded angrily.
"Who told you that you have to use a scale to weigh?"
Ye Feng smiled playfully and said calmly: "Can't I just weigh it with my hands?"
"Weigh it with your hands? You... you're talking nonsense!" Zeng Qipei was furious and shouted coldly, "Why didn't you say you weighed it with your heart?"
Then, he turned to look at Tu Cangcang and said, "Principal Tu, he is reckless and treats the patient's life as a joke. I suggest that he be disqualified from the competition!"
"Hands and hearts are connected. You are right to say that I weighed it with my heart." Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "But you are the president of a medical school. You are making irresponsible remarks before the matter is confirmed. You also disqualified the contestants without authorization. How did you become the president? By medical skills? Or by flattery?"
After these words were spoken, Zeng Qipei paused.
He didn't expect that after doing such a thing, Ye Feng still had the confidence to talk back to him in front of so many people.
The key point is that what Ye Feng said was not wrong. His only way was to prove that Ye Feng was playing with the patient's life by grabbing the medicine with his hands.
Only in this way can his accusation be proved to be correct.
He felt that even if Ye Feng had a good sense of touch, it would be impossible for him to weigh the herbs to the right amount with just his hands. You know, the dosage of Chinese medicine is mostly measured in coins.
Such a small deviation cannot be accurately grasped by human hands.
"Okay!" Zeng Qipei took a breath and said sternly, "Take out your prescription and we'll weigh your herbs. If you're wrong, you'll be eliminated and leave the competition! If you're right, I'll apologize to you!"
"Why wouldn't I dare to do something that's a sure win?"
Ye Feng responded calmly, then handed the medicine bag and prescription to Li Feifan and said, "But I don't believe you, I want someone else to weigh it for me!"
"Principal Zeng, I promise that I will be fair and just."
Li Feifan was eager to have the opportunity to get closer to Ye Feng. Upon hearing this, he immediately nodded with a smile.
Zeng Qipei snorted coldly, signaling Li Feifan to weigh the medicine directly and not talk so much nonsense.
After Li Feifan glanced at the prescription, he began to pick out the corresponding medicine from the medicine bag according to the prescription.
The first medicine, hawthorn!
Take it out, put it on the scale, one ounce!
The weight was just right, not a cent more or less than what was written on the prescription.
More importantly, the tail of the scale is neither too high nor too low, and is extremely stable.
This scene made Zeng Qipei stunned and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Luck, this must be luck!
While being dumbfounded, Zeng Qipei was secretly looking forward to something.
The second flavor, licorice!
Two cents!
Also exactly the same as the prescription.
Weighing one ingredient after another, the result obtained was exactly the same as the prescription.
And with every sound Li Feifan made, Zeng Qipei's eyes twitched violently.
He originally planned to use ironclad facts to severely refute Ye Feng and deprive him of the qualification to participate in the competition, but he did not expect that this guy's control of weight with his hands had reached a perverted level and he could accurately measure the weight in units of money!
But, how is this possible
Is this still manpower
After a long while, Zeng Qipei asked in a trembling voice: "How on earth did you do it?"
"There's nothing I can do. God has gifted me with this. He gave me a perfect feel for it!" Ye Feng shrugged, looking helpless.
But in reality, it's not that simple.
He learned this skill by being forced by the lecherous old man to practice it in Yuanhu Village. However, his sense of touch could only be accurate to two at that time. But after breaking through Dongxuan, his sense of touch also improved greatly, to the point where it could be measured in money.
This kid, he got the advantage but he still acts cute...
Hearing Ye Feng's words, Zeng Qipei felt so angry that his teeth were itching.
“Um… just go on, go on…” Zeng Qipei touched his nose awkwardly, turned his head and tried to fool around.
He was the president of Hexie Medical College and a famous medical expert, but he really couldn't apologize to a young man.
"continue?"
Zeng Qipei wanted to fool him, but Ye Feng didn't give him the chance to fool him. He smiled playfully and said, "Do you still owe me an apology?"
Zeng Qipei's face darkened when he heard the voice.
Apologize, shame on you!
But if he doesn't apologize, wouldn't he become a role model of breaking his word, which would be even more shameful!