The Enchantress Of Medicine, With The Heaven Defying Child, And The Black Belly Father-Chapter 247: What about 10

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Chapter 247: What about 10

However, before his hands could feel that delectable tactile sensation, he suddenly feels a piercing pain on his hands and elbows.

โ€œAahโ€“!!โ€ a wretched, pig-like squealing echoes within the spacious room. ๐˜งr๐—ฒ๐‘’๐”€๐˜ฆ๐™—๐“ƒoฮฝ๐‘’l.๐œ๐—ผm

The other examiners in the room all jump up in fright.

One after another, they turn their heads, and are surprised to find that Deng Hongfengโ€™s hands are limply hanging down.

The elbows seem to have been forcibly snapped.

The intense pain is making Deng Hongfengโ€™s horse-like face scrunch up. It appears exceptionally fierce and hilarious.

This... what happened?

โ€œAh, help! Help me! You group of idiots, whatโ€™re you all dawdling for? Hurry up... hurry up and give me a treatment... aaah!โ€

The Xuan Medical Pavilionโ€™s examiners come back to their senses, and quickly swarm around Deng Hongfeng to check his injuries.

It doesnโ€™t look like a heavy injury, just dislocation.

Each of these examiners have excellent medical skills, so the elbowsโ€™ dislocation is very quickly corrected.

Still, Deng Hongfeng lets out a miserable howl amidst the pain.

By the time that the treatment is complete, heโ€™s already covered in cold sweat.

He glares at Muyan like he wants to kill her, โ€œSlut, what did you do to me?!โ€

Muyan shows an innocent smile, calmly saying: โ€œDoctor must be cracking a joke, Iโ€™m just standing here, I havenโ€™t even lifted a hand, what could I have done?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s right, weโ€™ve already wasted a lot of time. Excuse me, but can we start the Senior Doctorโ€™s Formal Assessment?โ€

Deng Hongfeng ferociously glares at her, as if he wants to see any hole in what she said.

But what he can see before his eyes is nothing more than a beautiful, frail girl.

How can an 18 or 19-year old girl possibly break his arms without moving her hands?

Heโ€™s a martial practitioner at the peak of Profound Stage!

But if it wasnโ€™t her, who else couldโ€™ve done it?

With this much confusion, how could Deng Hongfeng still think of sex.

Now, he only wants to kick this evil woman out. He simply canโ€™t let her become a Senior Doctor and step over his head.

โ€œFine, Iโ€™ll have to take a look if you have any qualifications to be a Senior Doctor in my Xuan Medical Pavilion.โ€

After that, Deng Hongfeng lifts up his hands to clap, but he feels a burst of pain on his joints.

He can only put them down resentfully, and he says through gritted teeth: โ€œBring all the patients in for me.โ€

One order, and very quickly, ten people โ€“ men, women, young and old โ€“ are brought in.

Theyโ€™re made to stand in a row before Muyan.

Muyan canโ€™t help but lift up her brows.

All these people, just looking at their complexions would tell you that they have some illness.

The Primary Doctorโ€™s Assessment includes medical diagnosis.

But it only requires them to treat one patient.

The Intermediate Doctorโ€™s Assessment is a little more difficult, but it still just requires them to diagnose three patients.

Didnโ€™t expect that Senior Doctorโ€™s Assessment would directly have ten patients.

But, so what if itโ€™s ten?

It canโ€™t be that she still couldnโ€™t manage that?

Muyan is just about to go over and take a pulse, but she hears Deng Hongfengโ€™s grim laugh.

โ€œEven in the entire Yanwu Continentโ€™s Xuan Medical Pavilion, there are only a handful of Senior Doctors.โ€

โ€œIf you want to pass this Senior Doctorโ€™s Assessment, you should at least show some ability. For these ten patients, within an two hours, I want you to determine their illnesses, and supply an effective treatment plan. You can only look, you cannot feel their pulse, cannot ask them anything, and you cannot approach them!โ€

Muyan stares blankly, slightly knitting her brows up.

For looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse โ€“ sheโ€™s only allowed to โ€œlookโ€. This is still making a diagnosis?

Zhang Mingkun suddenly stands up and says: โ€œDr. Deng, this is different from what weโ€™ve discussed in the beginning! Without asking or taking their pulse, how would it be possible to make a medical diagnosis? Isnโ€™t this too much of an impossible task?โ€