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A contestant dressed in ordinary clothes was pulled by a reporter before he could even walk to the entrance.

"Hello, I am Xiao Hu, a reporter from Tiantian News. Can this contestant take up some time for your interview?" said the reporter.

The contestant was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, I'll just enter the venue before 8 o'clock."

Participants in this competition must arrive at the venue in advance at 8 o'clock and officially start at 9 o'clock. Once the competition time is missed, the competition will be directly disqualified.

Regarding this point, the game is quite strict. After all, as a Chinese medicine doctor, punctuality is very important. Sometimes it takes a little bit of time to cure diseases and save people.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the medical skills of the contestants are, they are not recognized.

"It's great. It's only 7:30 now, and I won't take up too much time for you. What do you call me?" said the reporter.

"My surname is Wang, the king of Lao Wang next door." said the contestant.

"It turns out it's Dr. Wang. You are so humorous. Today you are in this competition and you are so sure to win the first place." The contestant said.

"At 100." The contestant said nothing surprisingly.

The reporter was stunned for a moment: "Doctor Wang, are you so confident in your medical skills?"

"I think this has nothing to do with self-confidence. Treating and saving patients is a responsibility. If you are responsible for the patient, you will naturally have a great grasp of it." The contestant said.

As soon as these words were said, the reporter's speech seemed a little abrupt.

"Doctor Wang said that today not only hopes you can perform well, but also hopes that you can carry forward traditional Chinese medicine. But I would like to ask, is your bag carrying a flute?" The reporter asked, and he found that the contestant was carrying a luggage, and the zipper behind the luggage was not tightened, revealing a long bamboo instrument.

"Sorry, this is a flute. The flute that plays the flute is not a flute." The contestant said lightly.

"Uh, sorry, forgive me for being a clumsy. Why do you come here for a flute? Can it be used to treat diseases?" The reporter was surprised. Shouldn't traditional Chinese medicine doctors bring silver needles and other things?

"Of course, I'm very good at playing flutes to cure diseases," said the contestant.

Playing the flute to cure diseases?

Damn, can you still blow the cowhide a little bigger?

The reporter's good eloquence really doesn't know what to say. He originally wanted to make some hot news, but now the air is awkward.

"Uh, Dr. Wang, then I wish you a smooth game and a true level." The reporter saw that there seemed to be other contestants, so he would forget about this first, and he wouldn't even chat.

"Thank you, but please remember that my surname is Wang, and the king of Lao Wang next door is good at playing the flute." After the contestant said that, he entered the venue without looking back.

The reporter's mouth twitched, and he wanted to ask, is this mental hospital on holiday today? Is there any logic in his speech?

But when the reporter was in a daze, a reporter next to him had already snatched away the target of his interview.

The contestant was wearing a cassock and had a bald head on his head, and looked more like a monk.

"I guess this must be the true disciple of the Buddha Medical Sect in Foshan, Master Yuanxin." Another reporter quickly stopped the monk and interviewed him first.

"It's me." Master Yuanxin nodded.

"I am a reporter from Shihu News. May I ask Master Yuanxin, in the traditional Chinese medicine area, there are four resounding titles: South Buddha, North Beggar, East Evil, and West Witch. Is it true?" the reporter asked.

"This is just what people say in the world. I don't pursue these false reputations, but just want to save all living beings." Master Yuanxin said.

"Master Yuanxin is profound and unmatched, but you are truly representing the Buddha. In the whole of the south, your Buddhist medicine should be the most powerful." The reporter said.

"Miao Zan, I want to enter the venue early, I hope you don't stop it." Master Yuanxin said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't intend to waste your time, I just wanted to promote it with Master Yuanxin and let you take more disciples from the Buddhist Medicine Sect." The reporter said.

"The Buddha's medical school only accepts people with destiny. If you really want to learn from a master, you must have the courage to have the six pure senses." After Master Yuanxin said, he said Amitabha and left lightly.

The reporters around were speechless. It was really not easy to find a Buddhist sect to study medicine. They even had to see through the world and become monks.

But if you really want to say, these Buddhist doctors have very high attainments. They are pure in six senses and concentrate on studying medical skills. They must have spent more time on this.

Suddenly, a person with ragged clothes came from afar.

This person is sloppy, smelly, and his hair is messy. He can cook with oil.

When he came over, many people kept a distance, thinking whether some beggar came over to ask for money.

However, this beggar was a familiar person. Seeing these reporters, he hurriedly came up and said, "Hey, why are you running away? I am also a contestant. Please interview me."

"Haha, you are a contestant, so I am still a referee! Just like you, you can leave the court in minutes."

"Can you stay away from it if you are paralyzed? I'm going to be smeared by the stinky smell on your body."

"Damn, can you stop teasing? This is fifty yuan, take it and leave quickly."

The reporters and media staff around me felt a tumbling in their stomachs, and several reporters took out their money and threw it over to the beggar.

But the beggar didn't even look at it, and said angrily: "Do you think you are sending beggars with such a little money?"

"Damn, are you just beggar?

"I'll just get my finger on it, can I figure out my positioning?"

"Security guard, please blow this person away. He is too affecting the cityscape."

Not only the journalists and media here, but also the audience who came to watch the competition in the morning, and even some contestants, all looked at this sloppy beggar with contempt.

Due to the sensation, the security guard naturally rushed over.

But this beggar took out the invitation letter and said, "Hey, I said you guys can figure it out, okay, am I really a contestant?"

The security guard was stunned for a moment, and saw that the invitation didn't look fake. He pinched his nose and said, "Can you show me your invitation?"

"No problem, but please prepare breakfast for me later. I want to eat roast chicken." The beggar held a booze and popped it out, and actually hit a reporter's camera, with a hard bang.

"My girl, you dirty my camera." A reporter said.

"Who told you to despise me just now? It would be good if you didn't touch your face." The beggar said disdainfully.

"Okay, stop arguing. This beggar is indeed a participant in this competition. Come in quickly." The security guard waved his hand with a chill.

"Hmph, forget it, I am Hong Jiu, I am too lazy to see you." This beggar is Hong Jiu, who is known as the North Beggar, and has a very famous reputation.

Everyone around was shocked.

They didn't expect that the person in front of them was Hong Jiu, who was even more sloppy than they thought!

I really doubt that anyone who dares to let him treat the disease is that the smell will be fainted as soon as he gets close!

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