Chapter 2262
“Wow, Brother Lin is a bull!”
With a roar from Brokenji.
All of the disciples of the Hidden Sect rushed straight to the top of the arena.
And the back side lifted Lin Mo up and threw him high into the air.
There was a lot of laughter.
Looking at the energetic appearance of this group of youngsters.
The surrounding Medical Union judges and Martial Union enforcers also had smiles on their faces.
If it wasn’t for Lin Mo, this year’s Medical Saint Competition might really have been reduced to a laughing stock for others.
On the spectators’ side, there were not a few people who were downhearted.
Of course, there were also a few who cheered and jumped for joy.
“Hahahaha, I’m rich, I’m rich.”
“I told you to buy it, but you didn’t, now you regret it.”
“Eh, bad luck, if I had known, I would have bought Lin Mo too.”
The VIP viewing room.
The gloomy-faced Gua Tian councilor directly crushed his wine gla*s.
“It’s all a bunch of trash.
My God’s Kingdom has spent so many resources, but they have only produced such a bunch of trash.”
“Just that little bit, just that little bit.
But if you guys are a little more competitive, the grand plan can be accomplished.”
As he scolded his country’s contestants.
He then smashed all the equipment in the room.
The attendants outside the door were so frightened that they fled the place.
Xie Qianshan, on the other side, was also speechless and shook his head.
Before the tournament, he had heard this group of people bragging so much that he thought they had some killer tricks.
I didn’t expect an embroidered pillow, a bag of gra*s.
It was a waste of time that I had been looking forward to it for so long.
Bah, nothing!
Medical Alliance headquarters, top floor!
Nie Kongming, who was lying on top of the sofa, had a tired look on his face.
After rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes.
Nowadays, the affairs of the Medical Alliance could be said to be piling up like a mountain.
On the one hand, there was the “Walking Corpse” virus, which was imminent.
On the other hand, there was the Medical Saint Competition.
As the highest decision-maker of the Medical Alliance, he naturally needed to take charge of it personally.
He is also a titanic master of both medicine and martial arts.
He also had to participate in the whole process of the Martial Union’s renewal activities.
“This old bone of mine is going to get tired and fall apart one day sooner or later!”
Behind him, an old man of similar age saw Elder Nie in this state.
So he turned around and personally made tea for him.
“Master, have some calming tea.”
After waiting for Elder Nie to accept the cup of tea.
He then came behind the sofa and gently ma*saged his Master’s shoulders.
And Nie Kongming, who was originally exhausted, had a slightly more relaxed face at this time.
“You, as my eldest disciple, should have inherited my mantle.
However, you have taken a crooked path, not paying much attention to your medical path.
This Blood-vibrating and Tendon Opening Hand, on the contrary, has been cultivated to the extreme by you.”
As a contemporary forefather of the healing path.
Nie Kongming had countless disciples under his tutelage, most of whom were divine doctors of great renown.
Only this eldest disciple, Fang Yuan, was the only one.
He caused Nie Kongming a lot of headaches.
“It’s because my disciple is indisputable and has fallen into the face of my master.
It’s just that my disciple, with dull qualifications, has no desire for the path of medicine and only wants to accompany Master.
To repay the grace of saving and raising Master back then.”
If someone had heard this, Fang Yuan might not have been able to resist cursing him at Versailles.
Back then, he was the champion of the Medical Sage Competition, overpowering all physicians of his generation.
He was also the founder of the Blood Activating and Tendon Hand, which had opened up a whole new field of medical arts.
It is rumoured that all the students under Nie Lao’s discipline willingly called Fang Yuan Master.
Is this a dull qualification? Unmotivated in the way of medicine?
Hearing this from Fang Yuan.
Nie Kongming also shook his head helplessly.
This eldest disciple was good at everything.
Only his temper was too stubborn. Once he decided on something, ten oxen would not be able to pull him back.
If he were to go out into the world and establish a sect, he would be no better than himself.
However, Fang Yuan only wanted to follow behind him.
He followed him for decades.
Time has pa*sed, and now both master and disciple have grey hair.
After a short rest, Elder Nie returned to his work.
“Have you investigated the organisation behind the attack on the Elders’ House?”