Mu Yan looked at the middle-aged man and patient appearing in the middle of the palace, and showed an extremely gentle smile on his face.

This middle-aged man is one of the best doctors in the Lan Empire.

He is respected as the holy hand of the country.

Even Mu Yan has heard the name "Doctor Liang".

Everyone can see how important the doctor is to win or lose the game.

And sending this "saint of the country" Dr. Liang to her, hoping to be her help is the most valuable support and intention of the Liangchen army.

And compared to Mu Yan's gentle smile.

The other alchemists were ecstatic.

They didn't expect that they were not ranked high, but they were so lucky that they got the same group as Master Ye.

Now that Dr. Liang has diagnosed the patient's condition, their chances of symptomatic alchemy have increased by more than a little.

One sentence [The competition begins].

The hazy mist that had originally shrouded in the patient's body dissipated.

Dr. Liang immediately turned around and used his spiritual sense to penetrate into the patient's body.

After exploring the spiritual consciousness, he did not draw a conclusion immediately.

Instead, he took the patient's hand and took his pulse, and then checked his pupils and tongue coating.

Even if this patient does not check the internal symptoms and only looks, he is already terminally ill and terrifying.

I saw that all the blue veins on his body were slightly raised, appearing black and brown.

Some meridians intersect, ulcers and pustules also appear.

The body twitched from time to time, her eyes turned white, and vomit was overflowing on her lips.

An unbearable stenchy smell was emitted from his body.

However, Dr. Liang seemed to be unaware of these things, and he bent down without changing his expression, untied the patient's clothes, and checked inch by inch his body that there were no meridians on his body.

He even ignored the pustules in his chest and pressed them against his heart, listening to his heartbeat.

This diagnosis lasted for more than half an hour.

The second round of the game was shorter than the first round, only two hours.

The alchemists in the room were obviously anxious.

Because even if only one furnace is refined, it will take at least half an hour.

If a patient has different symptoms, a pot of elixir may not be enough.

If this continues, they will be too late.

Especially, the sounds of people shouting in the square of Rebirth came from time to time.

"Look, Dr. Huang has finished diagnosis. Ahh, Master Su Qingling has started to refine it!"

"Jun Qingwan has also started to refine pills!"

"Oh, why hasn't Dr. Liang finished the diagnosis yet? No matter how late he is, he won't have time to refine the alchemy. Is it really right for us to choose Dr. Liang?"

The alchemists in the same group as Mu Yan were about to shed cold sweat on their foreheads.

Only Mu Yan looked extremely calm, and her eyes did not focus on Dr. Liang from beginning to end, but on the patient.

When an hour is about to pass.

Dr. Liang finally raised his head and said lightly: "Okay, I've finished the diagnosis, you can start practicing elixirs."

The alchemists below were shocked and waited for him to tell him about his condition.

However, I heard from Dr. Liang: "The patient's condition is too complicated. Even if I tell you the condition, you don't know how to refine the elixir. Now I'm talking about a kind of spiritual medicine. You can take one, and then directly refine it into the elixir according to the ratio I mentioned."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the square and palace was stunned.

"Damn it!! Can this still be done?!"

"Oh my God, I just blamed Dr. Liang for being too slow. Now I know what the real national player is!"
Chapter completed!