ey put out...(To be continued, please turn the page)Having even one Earth-rank martial artist, would be enough. Even if everyone else stayed at their current level, having one in the early stages of E..."Alright," Ye Bufan stood tall, "We traditional Chinese medicine practitioners will challenge you. Just name it, and I'll take it on myself."

Had this been said earlier, others would have scoffed and thought him arrogant.

Even the people from Japan, after seeing the miraculous effect of acupuncture performed by this immortal physician from China, would no longer underestimate him.

As a doctor, the most important thing is to diagnose an illness. I bet you can't beat me at diagnosis.

Park Jung-Chum didn't underestimate Ye Bufan either. As the renowned medical king of Korea, he was most skilled in diagnosis, so he immediately proposed a competition based on his forte.

Jin Tai Xuan stepped forward and said, "Doctor Yi Wang, would you like me to find some patients"

"It's not necessary to make things so complicated," Park Jung-cheol said with a piercing gaze. "Ordinary patients can't tell the difference between high and low levels, so we can diagnose each other."

"Mutual diagnosis" Ye Bufan glanced at him, a strange expression on his face. "You're a dying man, what are you diagnosing Go back and prepare for your afterlife."

As soon as he said that, everyone in the room went wide-eyed, their eyeballs practically scattering on the floor.

What does this mean The person is the medical king of the US, standing there full of spirit, how come they suddenly say he's going to die, this diagnosis is too outrageous, right

Park Jeong-chun also changed his expression, his face darkened as he said, "Ye Bufan, I respect you that's why I want to have a contest with you. You actually slander me, are you afraid now"

"Scared Of you lot with your pathetic, amateur medicine Don't make me laugh."

Ye Bufan shook his head helplessly, "You're already terminally ill, there's no cure. You don't have much time left."

I'm just giving you a heads-up, otherwise you might die without even having a coffin ready.

Park Jung-chun laughed angrily: "Then you tell me, how have I become a dead man"

"Well then, I'll make sure you die understanding."

Ye Bufan said, “Didn't you often help people test medicine and antidote before”

"That's right, I began studying medicine at the age of five. By ten, I could identify all kinds of medicinal herbs. At fifteen, I started seeing patients and treating them. By thirty-five, I was awarded the title of Medical King."

Over the years, I have treated countless patients, and treating poisons is among my most common practices.

In the end, Park Jung-Chum wore an air of arrogance, his expression extremely self-assured.

Although Ye Bufan won against Car Van Gen in acupuncture, he didn't think he would lose to the opponent in medical skills.

"That's right, every time you administer the drug to someone, there will be a small amount of toxin residue in their body."

Over the years, I have accumulated at least hundreds of toxins, even penetrating into your internal organs and bone marrow.

"Fearmongering, if that were the case, would the old man not have noticed"

Park Jung-Chum looked skeptical, thinking the other person was just trying to intimidate him.

"The boiling frog analogy holds true here. These toxins were previously hidden within your body, accumulating without eruption."

And you not only lost the first game, but also lost the acupuncture bronze man. You were both anxious and angry in your heart, negative emotions erupted, completely detonating these toxins.

Only I in this world can save you. If you kneel down and beg me, I can spare your life.

"Hehehe... Do you think I'm a three-year-old child and will believe your nonsense"

"Ye Bufan shook his head again: "I gave Che Fangeng a chance once, and now I'm giving you one too. It's a pity that you don't want it yourself. Even if you beg me later, it won't be of any use."

Park Jeong-chun said with a sneer, "Then you tell me, how long do you think I can live"

"Seven steps. [宜搜fo]" Ye Bufan said, "You're now experiencing a surge of blood and qi, accelerating the spread of the poison. If you take seven more steps, I guarantee you will die without a doubt."

Park Jung-chun sneered, "What if this old man is still alive after seven steps"

"Seven steps unharmed, I concede this match."

Ye Bufan’s expression was natural, but his tone was extremely firm.

"My goodness, are you kidding me Old man Zhao looks incredibly energetic, not like someone about to die!"

Even if we were to die, it shouldn't be this precise. What if he manages to take eight steps Then wouldn't we lose

"Nonsense, this is ridiculous! You think winning the first round makes you invincible"

"To say someone will die in seven steps, and others call him a medical immortal He really thinks he's a god."

Regarding the diagnosis of Ye Bufan, everyone in the audience questioned it. Even those who believed in his medical skills didn't think it could be so accurate.

Even with the most advanced and scientific instruments today, it would be impossible to predict a person's time of death with such accuracy, right

Park Jeong-Chon burst into laughter: "Since that's the case, let Alice President bear witness. This old man will show you."

After he finished speaking, he strode forward, counting out loud with each step: "One step...two steps...three steps..."

Ye Bufan stood beside with his hands clasped behind him, a smile on his face, he was just watching quietly.

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Park Jung-cheol felt increasingly uneasy. Could it be that the other party was simply going to concede the second game

Or is the other party confident that I will surely die within seven steps

Thinking about this, his pace slowed down in the fourth step, and he was no longer as determined as before.

Five steps...

"Six steps…"

As the final step drew near, the smile on Park Jung-Chum's face vanished, replaced by a solemn expression.

At this moment, the audience was completely silent. All eyes were focused on his last two legs.

To know that this last step was extraordinary, either deciding the victor of the second game or determining Park Jeong-chun's life and death.

Park Jeong-chun felt his qi and blood, there was nothing unusual. He couldn't help but laugh inwardly, he had lived for so many years, almost being fooled by this young man.

"Ye Bufan, you just wait to admit defeat."

After that, he lifted his right leg and took a step forward.

At this moment, a sigh swept through the audience. It's over, they lost the second round, and their promising lead was shattered.

Ye Bufan still smiled: "This is the first time I've seen someone so eager to die."

When Park Jung-Chum lifted his foot halfway, the smile on his face froze suddenly.

At this moment, he only felt a sudden surge of energy within him, churning and rolling like a stormy sea.

A searing pain ripped through my chest, like a knife twisting in my heart. It felt as if it would burst out of my body.

Seeing that his foot remained suspended in the air, the audience below was instantly taken aback, their eyes widening in surprise.

What's going on Can I really not take seven steps

And just then, Park Jung-cheol opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"My goodness, what's going on Dr. Ye is truly amazing, as expected of a medical immortal..."

"As predicted, he died on the seventh step."

"The Immortal Doctor is just the Immortal Doctor, this is simply a god..."

The audience was instantly stunned by the scene before them, they couldn't believe that the medical master from Babbling Country had actually fallen on the seventh step.

"Help...save me..."

No one wants to die, especially a renowned physician like the Medical King.

At this moment, Park Jeong-cheun's body is hunched over, his hands clutching at his chest, his voice hoarse as he begs Ye Bufan for help.

"It's your own doing, who else can you blame"

Ye Bufan shook his head. "I gave you a chance just now, but you didn't cherish it. Now that the poison has attacked your heart, even a god couldn't save you."

"I..."

Park Jung-cheom's mouth opened wide as if he wanted to say something, but before he could utter a sound, another large mouthful of blood gushed out. His eyes rolled back and he died instantly.

The leading figure of this medical competition, the renowned Medical King from Bangbang Country, died just at the seventh step., then said, "Go call Lanlan over.""Humph! You're dead to me!" Xia Qing snorted, "One ice cream, or else not going!""Sure thing."Ye Bufan hurriedly smiled and offered an ice cream.Xiaoqing took it ove...