The biggest change happened here in Qin Lin, but no one expected that the patient in front of him would not scream in a while. Looking at his gratitude, he might have recovered, right?

For a moment, countless people looked at Qin Lin differently. Even the severe migraine was cured. This medical technique was too magical, right?

"I'm done."

After taking a look at the direction where Jin Hai and the others were, Qin Lin spoke.

"Sick, come to me."

At this time, an old man on the high platform said, although the patient had no pain, they had to confirm it for safety.

"Has he actually recovered?"

After carefully examining the patient, the old man couldn't help but be shocked. Qin Lin only took two minutes to do it?

A patient with severe migraine was cured in such a short time. He never had this method himself.

"I'll take a look."

The other old men on the platform couldn't help it and checked the patient one by one, but the conclusion they got was the same as the old man at the beginning, and the patient's illness was really cured.

When each patient was sent, they had a careful examination for the other party. There was no fraud, so there was only one explanation now, that is, the young man really cured a patient with severe migraine.

"What a long face!"

Seeing the old man's expression, a smile appeared on the face of the Ren Luo in the audience.

Qin Lin's qualification for participation was forcibly asked. If Qin Lin didn't get some results, he would definitely lose face. But now seeing Qin Lin curing the patient so quickly, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

What are common people, Hua Tuo, oriental medical immortals, all of them are in name but not real.

Their medical skills are simply incomparable to Qin Lin.

It is not a problem for Qin Lin to cure a patient with migraine. Even a paralyzed person can be cured. What is this?

"Dare you ask, my little brother, what needle are you using?" asked an old man on the stage at this time.

"Of course it's a silver needle, what other needle can it be?" Qin Lin rolled his eyes and said.

After hearing this, the old man did not continue to ask because he knew that Qin Lin did not want to tell him the truth, but he couldn't blame Qin Lin. If this acupuncture method could be passed on casually, then what's the use of inheritance? What's the use of secrets?

Some people were eliminated one after another, and Liu Zhi, who had been clamoring to take Qin Lin as his teacher, could not pass this difficult level and chose to give up.

If he continues to treat the patient, the patient in front of him may die and he does not want to harm others.

Some of the three people he mentioned ended the treatment in about five minutes. They were a short man. Qin Lin guessed that he might be only about one meter and two meters tall, and he looked similar to a child.

But the patient in front of him also gradually became rosy. After being tested by the people on the stage, the patient was indeed cured.

After him, the Oriental Medical Immortal also ended the treatment and the patient was cured.

As for the common man Hua Tuo who was yelling to give Qin Lin a good look, he ended up and almost exceeded the time.

After him, there was no one who passed the test, and they were all eliminated due to timeout.

It’s not that all those people are charlatans, but because their medical skills are not as good as Qin Lin and others, and the rules of this competition are too harsh, they are eliminated.

"Master, come on!"

At this time, Liu Zhi's voice came from the crowd, causing Qin Lin's face to turn dark because he could hear the owner of the voice.

This old guy is shameless to be a disciple of himself, right?

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"Who is your master?" At this time, the people beside him couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Who else? Of course, that's the strongest young man." Liu Zhi said proudly, making him seem like Qin Lin's apprentice.

"If you can stand out from the first level, it means that your medical skills have reached the peak. Next, you will enter the second level. Whoever can cure the patient first in the second level will be able to obtain the title of Medicine King."

"Is the Medicine King going to be selected in just two levels?" someone asked incredible.

"What do you know? Just look at the difficulty of this first level and you will know that this second level is not easy."

“That’s it.”

A glimpse of the leopard in the tube shows it.

Although there are only two levels, this may have reached a point where a doctor's medical skills have reached an almost perverted level. It is not easy to stand out from this. If you don't have enough medical skills, you may be eliminated in the first level.

The dozens of people who have been beaten are excellent examples.

"I wonder what needs to be tested in this second level?" The short man in the south asked.

"You'll know soon."

As he said that, someone started to come up to clean up the messy scene left by Qin Lin and the others. After everything was finished, there was a sudden stir in the crowd because at the entrance, eight people entered the venue carrying four stretchers.

Above every stretcher is an unconscious vegetative person.

"Damn, can it be a treatment for vegetatives?" Seeing this, someone suddenly called out subconsciously.

"Look, I just said that this second level is not easy. The first level may be the patient who may cooperate, but now all the people lying here are vegetatives. If anyone can save him, the name of the Medicine King is well deserved!!"

On the ring, when Qin Lin and the others saw four vegetative people entering the venue, their expressions were also different.

Qin Lin was fine, his face was normal, and he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.

But the other three people's faces looked a little ugly. They must have medical skills. They are even considered absolute masters in this field, and countless people admire them.

But it is too difficult to ask them to treat vegetatives who cannot move or speak at all, right?

"Master, it would be too difficult for us to save these people, right?" Hua Tuo, a commoner, said.

"What is medical skills? Only doctors who can save all lives can be called the real medicine king. Whoever thinks they are not good enough can give up?"

"Then can you save me?" When someone said that it was not possible, Hua Tuo's face became very ugly, and he contradicted him.

"If I could save them, would you withdraw from the circle of medical practitioners from now on?"

In the eyes of outsiders, Buyi Hua Tuo is a miracle doctor and can save many people, but in the eyes of these old men on the stage, Buyi Hua Tuo's medical skills actually have room for improvement and cannot be called a miracle doctor.

Not worthy of winning the title of King of Medicine.

The old man on the stage made the common man dare not speak nonsense anymore, because if he talked nonsense again, his qualifications for the competition might be cancelled.

"Several people, the challenge has come, so please try your best and show your magical powers."

After putting a few vegetative people down, the people on the stage ordered the waiters here to bring a lot of medicinal materials, including many high-end goods worth millions.

"You can use the medicinal materials at will. The rules are just like what I said before. Whoever saves and cures people first will be the unquestionable medicine king!"

"Give you fifteen minutes of time. Those who exceed the time limit will be eliminated."

The rules are very strict and the time is extremely short, so when I heard the word "Start", all four people present got busy.

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I reached out and touched the other person's pulse, which was very weak and almost stopped.

This Medicine King Competition is really not a place to play with. Even this kind of patient has been brought up. If someone has a poor level, they will definitely not be cured.

Even Qin Lin was not 100% sure, so he could only give it a try.

Although there is hidden vitality in a human body, even if such a half-dead person still has residual vitality in his body, he is afraid that it will be pitiful. So under such circumstances, Qin Lin still has to obtain some medicinal materials to help him treat the other party.

It’s not something you can play at this moment. After all, Qin Lin came for this reward, so he must ensure that everything is foolproof.

Like Qin Lin, Buyi and Hua Tuo and others were also taking different medicinal materials at this moment.

After preparing the medicinal materials, Qin Lin began to take action.

To save this person, the Yin-Yang magic needle he learned was undoubtedly the most effective method. In order to prevent the other party from suddenly dying during the process of applying the needle, Qin Lin still fed a few medicinal materials to the other party's mouth first.

After all, once the Yin-Yang Divine Needle is used, the other party may suffer great pain. In such a situation, the other party is very likely to die in his sleep before he wakes up.

Therefore, relying on medicinal materials to temporarily extend his life is also one of the key points in saving people.

"Master Qin has begun!"

As the first person to qualify before, Qin Lin was shockingly short of his use, so most people's eyes were on Qin Lin, including the old men on the stage.

They all wanted to see if Qin Lin had the ability to cure a person who had been paralyzed for a long time.

"You little brat, you must keep my face."

In the audience, Ren Luo muttered himself. At this moment, he seemed to be three more nervous than Qin Lin.

"Is this..." Seeing that Qin Lin was getting faster and faster, the old men from the Pharmacist Alliance on the referee's table couldn't help but be moved. Who can do this except for some top miracle doctors?

The key is that Qin Lin is too young. How did he have such superb medical skills at such a young age?

"Yin and Yang Divine Needle!"

Suddenly, the old man sitting in the referee's seat recognized the formation used by Qin Lin and his face moved.

After hearing his words, the old men around him were also shocked.

You should know that the Yin-Yang Divine Needle only exists in the records, and I have never heard of anyone using this magical needle method. But what they did not expect was that this almost lost thing actually appeared in the hands of a young man, which was incredible.

"What is the Yin-Yang Divine Needle?" someone in the crowd asked in confusion.

"The Yin-Yang magic needle reverses Yin-Yang and puts it to death before it is born. This acupuncture method has long been lost. I didn't expect it to appear today. It is a blessing for my Chinese traditional Chinese medicine."

The old man in the center of the referee's seat spoke up and was quite excited.

"It seems that Master Qin has already obtained more than half of the title of Medicine King." Someone said.

"Nothing nonsense, in my opinion, Master Qin's title of Medicine King is already stable."

"Yes, even the legendary things are used, who can compare with him?"

The first appearance of Qin Lin gave many people confidence. In their opinion, if Qin Lin could not even win the first place, it would be even more impossible for others.

But sometimes it may not necessarily come true. Qin Lin did use the Yin-Yang Divine Needle, but the man lying on the stretcher was too weak. Even if Qin Lin took him the medicinal herbs, he still couldn't withstand the severe pain brought to him by the Yin-Yang Divine Needle.

At this moment, the patient on the stretcher was in a violent spasm, accompanied by a purple complexion, as if he was about to die.
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