RBCT Chapter 939 Are You The Corner Of A City Wall?
Chapter 939 Are You The Corner Of A City Wall?
Chapter 939 Are You The Corner Of A City Wall?
"God is omnipotent!"
James knelt on the ground and praised Andre, "He can shine with divine light and give you eternal life, or he can condemn you and send you to hell."
"Great God, please accept me as your servant!"
Old Tom knelt directly on the ground.
"Great God, I am also willing to be your slave!"
Thomas followed suit.
Andre didn't even look at them, but turned to look at Brant, his eyes lingering on her majestic place for a few seconds without leaving a trace: "Miss Brant, what about you?"
Andre's condescending eyes made Brant a little uncomfortable, he hesitated and said, "You are amazing, but I... I prefer medicine."
A trace of displeasure flashed in Andre's eyes, "The servant of God is supremely honored, and you actually refuse?"
Brandt said anxiously: "But freedom of belief..."
James shouted anxiously: "Brant, how can you refuse such a good opportunity? Hurry up and agree, or God will blame you, and you will go to hell after death!"
Old Tom and Thomas looked at Brant with envious eyes, and Brant bit his lip and insisted:
"Sorry, I'm a medical worker."
"Brant!"
James yelled, his voice became extremely severe, which had never happened before, after all, Brant's status was higher than him, but at this time James not only yelled at her, but also looked at her with a bit of hatred.
Brant was a little scared, but still shook his head stubbornly. James was very annoyed, completely forgot his identity, and yelled at Brant.
"Shut up, James, don't be rude to Miss Brant, and as for you..."
Andre turned to look at old Tom and Thomas, "God loves the world, I can see that you respect God, so I allow you to follow me."
Old Tom immediately prostrated himself on the ground excitedly, with his forehead pressed against the floor, "God! I will do my best to complete every task of yours."
"Me too."
Thomas imitated old Tom and lay on the ground, but his movements were clumsy and he looked a little funny.
At this time, Liu Yang and Tang Xianping were envious of the sea turtles, but they didn't dare to show their status because they were far inferior to foreigners.
But I was thinking in my heart, even if I can't be a servant of the gods, it is good to fawn on the servants of the gods.
On the other hand, Shang Huaiyuan used a elixir for the patient, Shengxue Pill, which mainly produces blood and hematopoiesis, but the changes are all happening in the patient's body, which cannot be seen by outsiders, and it is far less ostentatious than Andre's holy light technique.
A moment later, Andre withdrew the holy light technique and stroked the top of the patient's head with his hands, "God bless you, you are already healed."
A white light fell into the top of the patient's head, and the patient's eyes immediately changed, looking at Andre with incomparable reverence,
"Greatest God in the world, thank you for giving me a new life."
Seeing that Andre had stopped, Shang Huaiyuan hurriedly shouted: "Master, my side is fine."
"you sure?"
The host looked at him suspiciously.
"Sure!"
Shang Huaiyuan couldn't get angry.His status is respected, and those aristocratic families treat him with courtesy, so it is unreasonable for him to be questioned.
The host nodded: "You are 4 seconds behind Mr. Andre."
Shang Huaiyuan's expression froze, even for a second it was a loss!
"Check with an instrument!"
Shang Huaiyuan did not give up, and he had confidence in his elixir.
The test results came out soon, and the results were surprisingly consistent. Both patients had a 30% reduction in white blood cells. , and without any suspense, Andre became the winner, while Shang Huaiyuan lost.
If you lose, you lose, even if you are one second behind, you lose. This is the rule.
Chinese medicine has been defeated steadily, and morale has sunk to the bottom.
Countless people wept bitterly and shouted sorry to their ancestors, but Shang Huaiyuan received countless scolding, eighteen generations were greeted over and over again, and Shang Huaiyuan's face turned black with anger.
After the host announced the result, Liu Yanghu walked onto the stage in a pretentious manner. First, he bowed his head and bowed to Andre as a salute. Then he puffed up his chest, looked down at the audience from a high position, and said with disdainful eyes:
"President Ming, all Chinese experts in traditional Chinese medicine, the matter has come to this, are you still not admitting defeat?"
The host also echoed: "There are already nine competitions, there is no need to continue. The Chinese Medicine Association lost, and the Alchemy Association, which represents the highest level of Chinese medicine, also lost. There is no need to die!"
Liu Yang smiled and said: "History is going to develop, and Chinese medicine is no longer good enough. Why stick to it? Go home, hug your grandson, and take care of him for the rest of his life?"
All the masters of traditional Chinese medicine looked ashen and sighed, and Minghui looked like a dead father, with ugly faces.
There are even more heated discussions on the Internet. Topics such as "the end of Chinese medicine", "the last gathering of Chinese medicine", and "the end of Chinese medicine" once soared to the hot search list.
The western medical camp is full of cheers, and some people have already bought champagne to celebrate.
At this moment, someone shouted in mutual hearing: "No, Chinese medicine hasn't lost yet!"
I saw Yunjin shouting excitedly: "The Chinese Medicine Association cannot represent the highest level of Chinese medicine, and neither can the Alchemy Association! Don't forget, we still have Dr. Chen!"
"Miracle Doctor Chen?"
"Yes! There is also Miracle Doctor Chen!"
"But where is Miracle Doctor Chen? Why doesn't he come out to fight?"
Countless Chinese medicine practitioners questioned her. At this moment, Chen Xin has undoubtedly become the last straw.
"He will come!"
Yun Jin clenched her fists, "I believe he will definitely come!"
"I believe too!"
Ming Yueru also stood up, her gaze firm.
"He won't be coming."
Zhou Ronghao poured a basin of cold water on them.
"The day before yesterday, I asked someone to go to Wei's house to look for him. He said that he was not in, and the call was a busy signal. I couldn't get in touch. I don't think he will come."
Zhou Ronghao sighed, looked at Ming Hui and shook his head, "President Ming, you cannot absolve yourself of the blame for this matter. If Chinese medicine is closed because of this, you will be a sinner through the ages. Think about how to explain to the higher authorities!"
Minghui's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly shouted like crazy,
"No!"
"The eternal sinner is not me! It's Chen Xin!"
Minghui shouted hysterically, "Chen Xin is the sinner of all ages. He obviously has superb medical skills, but he refuses to fight for the country. He is a villain!"
"If he is willing to fight, why is he defeated so badly!"
"It's all his fault. It has nothing to do with me or the Ming family. He deserves to die!"
Minghui yelled like he was going crazy, leaving countless people stunned.
Fuck, can it still be like this?
"Minghui, don't you know why Miracle Doctor Chen doesn't fight?"
Yun Jin was the first to quit, "It is your Ming family who used their power to plunder and plunder, and wanted to occupy Chen's prescriptions."
Yun Jin retorted indignantly, "A few days ago, if Western medicine hadn't challenged Chinese medicine, Chen Miracle Doctor and the Wei family would have been wiped out by you and the Wang family!"
"You are so thick-skinned, did you make it at the corner of the city wall?"
(End of this chapter)