The next morning, Ye Fan struggled to get up after sleeping for three hours.
His body was severely overdrafted, and the running of the "Tai Chi Sutra" could barely restore his energy and energy, making him look less tired.
The accumulated white light was also transferred to the three Nianhua people.
Ye Fan felt that it was difficult for him to stand up.
But even though he was very weak, he still decided to go to the finals of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Building.
Whether it is Shenzhou or Yangguo, there is only one spot left. Whoever wins this round will win the final victory.
Everyone in Jin Zhilin was very happy when they saw Ye Fan wake up, as if they had won a grand prize.
With the backbone back, Jin Zhilin could breathe a sigh of relief.
Just hearing that he was going to compete made everyone worried about his health.
Whether it's external injuries, internal injuries or toxins, none of them are easy to deal with.
The enlightenment only allowed Ye Fan to crawl out of the painful memories.
Ye Fan's current condition is only suitable for recuperation, and it is unwise to participate in the medical finals.
If he draws an event that requires extremely physical exertion, it will not only be difficult for Ye Fan to complete the game, but he may also faint again.
Moreover, Kurokawa Muyuki is now as powerful as Qianshan and Yamamoto, and Ye Fan will lose if he is not careful when he is tired.
Today is the last game. If Ye Fan loses, he will be accused by thousands of people again and even be called a traitor.
No one will see that he has won three games, and no one will care about what he has gone through. They will only think that he lost the last game and lost the face of China.
"Ye Fan, although we hope you can win the competition and bring glory to China and Chinese medicine, you are really not suitable to participate in the current situation."
The most radical Mr. Gong also stood up and advised Ye Fan: "If something happens to you again, we can't explain it to your parents."
"And if you accidentally fall down again, no one of the three Nianhua people can detoxify."
"I heard that the Blood Medicine Sect doesn't have an antidote of its own, and Yamamoto Shichiro is still in a coma."
He had a caring look on his face: "Why don't we change someone for this battle? After all, we have won fifteen games."
"Yes, Ye Fan, your body is the most important thing compared to immediate victory or defeat."
Kong Taoli was also worried about Ye Fan: "And if you lose this time, if you recover another day, we can go to Yang Country to challenge each other and win back."
They knew in their hearts that Ye Fan was the only hope to defeat Kurokawa, and they were emotionally eager for Ye Fan to show off the power of our country, but they gave up the idea when they saw Ye Fan's face as pale as paper.
This is really the expression of someone who has been severely injured to the extreme.
And this kind of competition not only competes with medical skills, but also with physical strength and energy. Matsuno Qianshan Acupuncture Bronze Man was exhausted.
"President Kong, Mr. Gong, don't worry, my body can handle it."
Ye Fan maintained a warm smile and patted Kong Taoli and Mr. Gong on the shoulders:
"I'm still young and I don't want to die. I won't let myself die of exhaustion in the ring."
"And in this battle, I don't need to fight tooth and nail. As long as I show up at the venue, victory will belong to us."
He has already arranged the final outcome of the battle. It doesn't matter whether he appears or not. He just wants to show up to avoid the one ten thousandth chance.
He wanted to crush the last hesitation in Kurokawa Muyuki's mind.
"Ye Fan, it's not me who raises other people's ambitions, but Kurokawa Muxue is really not simple."
"Yesterday, she cured a stubborn disease with one medicine, intoxicated the whole body with one injection, and corrected the wrong bones with one finger. Her medical skills are even better than those of Qianshan and Yamamoto."
Mr. Gong gave his final persuasion: "Besides, she has won three out of three games, and she is very powerful now. If you fight her, the situation is really not optimistic."
"Mr. Gong, you will see my victory."
Ye Fan smiled lightly and said nothing, then got into the car and went to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Building.
The car drove very slowly and it took fifty minutes to arrive at the venue.
Ye Fan got out of the car and found that there was already a sea of people at the door, and countless people gathered for today's battle.
Many reporters from Shenzhou and Yangguo also started broadcasting live.
Because the Blood Medicine Sect challenges China, the banner is thirteen geniuses plus three peerless geniuses, challenging the thirty-two Huatuo Cup provincial champions in China, and the roster is basically fixed.
There is a lot of room for change on China's side. In fact, the three Nianhua quotas have also been changed, so many people are guessing who will face Kurokawa Muyuki today.
At the same time, Kurokawa Muyuki's achievements were also spread, making her image taller than ever before, and the people of Yang country even called her the flower of the blood medicine sect.
All in all, the place was noisy.
Ye Fan was about to walk in when he saw a familiar pretty face.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the other party.
Soon, Ye Fan stood in front of a nanny car, and a middle-aged fat man stood next to the car.
The middle-aged fat man's body looked bloated, and his face was extremely simple, like a harmless cook.
But Ye Fan already knew that this was Tang Qi, one of the former Tang Sect war gods dug up by Tang Ruoxue.
It was he who led the men to rescue Tang Ruoxue and also captured Miao Zhuifeng and his gang.
He nodded to Tang Qi, and then continued to look at the nanny car.
Tang Qi moved away with an expressionless expression.
Ye Fan saw Tang Ruoxue in professional attire.
Her long hair was tied up, her eyebrows were delicate, and her tall body stood motionless in the slightly cold wind.
Before Ye Fan could speak, Tang Ruoxue said softly: "Are you okay?"
Deliberately maintaining distance and affection, but still making Ye Fan feel cared for.
"I'm all right."
Smelling the familiar fragrance, Ye Fan whispered: "Are you injured?"
"A little injury, nothing serious."
Tang Ruoxue touched her slightly red and swollen cheek, and then said with endless apology on her face: "I'm sorry..."
Obviously she felt very guilty that she almost caused Mark to lose the game.
She knew very well in her heart what consequences it would bring to Ye Fan once he lost, at least his personal future would be delayed.
She hated Ye Fan a little. How could she compromise such an important game because of a woman?
But Tang Ruoxue also understood that anyone could blame Mark, but she couldn't.
"It's none of your business, it's Miao Zhuifeng and the others who have no bottom line."
Ye Fan comforted softly: "Besides, I finally won the game."
He doesn't blame Tang Ruoxue at all, and doesn't want her to bear too much pressure:
"This matter is over, don't think about it anymore. By the way, Miao Zhuifeng will never hurt you again in the future."
Ye Fan tried his best to reassure Tang Ruoxue: "Yuan Qingyi will also make appropriate arrangements for Ding Mengyan's family."
Tang Ruoxue looked at Mark with a complicated expression.
Ye Fan could kill Song Hongyan with a sword and become a beauty, or he could give up victory and endure the criticism of thousands of people for his own safety. She couldn't tell which one was more important.
But no matter what, she owed Mark a favor.
"Play well."
Tang Ruoxue looked at Mark and smiled: "Winning or losing, I will be here waiting for you."
Regardless of glory or wind and rain, she hopes to face it with Mark this time.
Ye Fan smiled and said no more, waved and walked into the venue...
"cough--"
Looking at Ye Fan's back, Tang Ruoxue wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a surge of blood.
She rushed to the back of the car and retched...
