"Could it be real? What exactly did you do, how is it possible to make someone have diarrhea without touching them, and it’s so severe?"

Hua Yingjie looked at Tang Ming with a bewildered expression, unable to figure out the mystery behind it.

"I’ve already said that secrets cannot be revealed, so don’t ask anymore. Anyway, I’m telling you, if you face someone from the Medical Immortal Workshop, you’ll definitely win."

Tang Ming assured confidently.

Ten minutes later, Liu Xinlong came around to Tang Ming with a bitter face, "Didn’t you say anyone facing someone from the Medical Immortal Workshop would win? I lost."

"Hmm, there are exceptions to everything, I can only say you were unlucky."

Tang Ming laughed awkwardly, the problem was that the disciple from the Medical Immortal Workshop Liu Xinlong faced was someone he didn’t know!

"Pay attention to table number 75."

At this point, Meng Xianjun’s face suddenly became serious, pointing to a handsome guy in a black leather outfit at table 75, "He is Tang Xinhai."

"Tang Xinhai, must observe carefully."

Hua Yingjie immediately concentrated and stared intently at Tang Xinhai’s every move, and the result...

One minute later, table 75 reached a conclusion, and Tang Xinhai won.

"I didn’t see anything clearly."

Hua Yingjie’s face turned pale as he looked at Tang Ming.

"So fast, so precise, so..."

Tang Ming’s face grew serious, the opponent’s speed and precision were indeed extraordinary, but they weren’t enough to shock him. What unsettled him was how familiar the opponent’s methods felt.

His medical skills were learned from Tang Cha, so naturally, the method of preparing medicines was also taught by Tang Cha, and this person’s method was very similar to his. Could it be another disciple of Tang Cha?

"Tang Ming, if you were to face him, how confident are you?"

Meng Xianjun looked at Tang Ming with a serious expression.

"I’m not sure either, I can guarantee the quality of my prepared medicines, but I can’t determine who between us would take less time. I guess the result would be decided within seconds."

Tang Ming frowned deeply as he looked at Tang Xinhai, who also shared the surname Tang. Could it really be related to Tang Cha, or perhaps a disciple or even a descendant of Tang Cha?

"Even you aren’t confident, then how am I supposed to stand a chance?"

Hua Yingjie’s face looked exceptionally grim.

"Well, let it be as fate decides. I hope you don’t encounter him before the finals, or else your chances aren’t very high."

Tang Ming hesitated for a moment and then honestly expressed his judgment. When an expert takes action, their skill is apparent at a glance; for the opponent to have such profound ability, they are definitely not ordinary.

The second round, 400 down to 200, except for Liu Xinlong, who was eliminated, the rest passed smoothly. Wu Fangyue was lucky to encounter a student of the same level, and with Tang Ming’s guidance, she barely managed a win.

"Next is the competition from two hundred down to one hundred. Now I just pray I can make it into the top one hundred, at least that would mean being among the nation’s top hundred and having some face when I go back."

Wu Fangyue stood outside the arena, clasping her hands in prayer.

"I also just hope to get into the top one hundred, that would be good enough."

Zhou Xiaoqian smiled and said with relief, "However, reaching this point has already surpassed tens of thousands of people, and that’s enough to be proud of."

"That’s the right mindset; those with bare feet don’t fear those with shoes. What’s there to be afraid of?"

Tang Ming grinned, his eyes falling on Tang Xinhai, who was standing not far away. He noticed that person standing in the corner, not engaging with anyone, looking very solitary.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after this round, we must conduct detailed recordings and analyses of each opponent during the matches that follow, only then can we help Tang Ming and old Hua in their upcoming advancement matches."

Meng Xianjun pulled out a notebook and started recording earnestly.

"Knowing oneself and the opponent ensures victory in every battle, indeed recording some experts is needed."

Hua Yingjie nodded along continuously.

As this round of competition began, all remaining contestants entered the arena, perfectly filling it with the remaining two hundred contestants. Meanwhile, many cameras and media reporters appeared around the competition area, reporting on the event.

At this point, the medical competition officially became lively, though it was already late, indicating that after this round, the remaining top one hundred matches would probably wait until tomorrow.

Tang Ming’s opponent was once again a shameless pretender disguised as a student. Seeing the smug look on his opponent’s face, Tang Ming couldn’t be bothered to communicate and directly eliminated him once the match began.

Hua Yingjie also quickly finished and eliminated his opponent.

The only concern was that Zhou Xiaoqian again faced a master from the Medical Immortal Workshop, and it was one of those guys who provoked Lv Dai on the plane back then.

"Girlie, were you the one who embarrassed my senior brother Lv Dai?"

Zhang Hongbao looked at Zhou Xiaoqian coldly, pulling out an elixir, "This is my Medical Immortal Workshop’s Detoxification Pill, let’s see what tricks you might have up your sleeve this time."

"I didn’t play any tricks; just make sure you don’t soil yourself again, or I really can’t handle it."

Zhou Xiaoqian playfully retorted with an odd look at Zhang Hongbao, "It’s a national live broadcast now, if you soil yourself again, it’ll be bad."

Nearby, a staff member’s face changed slightly, quickly pulling out a prepared mask to put on. The earlier scene had been too disgusting, though not his responsibility, he was close by and had suffered from the stench.

"You little girl, don’t bluff, this time I’ll definitely end your journey here."

Zhang Hongbao glared at Zhou Xiaoqian with a grim face, "Can we start the match, the person in charge?"

"If you’re both ready, you can start anytime. But... if there’s an issue, please resolve it in the restroom first; I can give you time now."

The staff member seriously reminded.

"I, I’m fine, we can start right away."

Zhang Hongbao gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Alright, draw the prescription."

The staff member nodded and then started the match.

As soon as the staff member opened the timer and Zhang Hongbao received the prescription, a foul stench accompanied by the sound of gas erupted, and Zhang Hongbao lay on the ground, convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and soiling himself, looking even more miserable than Lv Dai had previously.

"Oh my god, what’s wrong with the people from the Medical Immortal Workshop?"

The staff member nearby gagged, cursing as they spoke.

"Person in charge, how does this situation count?"

Zhou Xiaoqian covered her mouth, unable to suppress her urge to vomit.

"Wow, another guy from the Medical Immortal Workshop soiled himself. Everyone, take photos; he is an expert, an ultra-expert from the Medical Immortal Workshop."

Tang Ming shouted excitedly.

The surrounding cameras and photographers instantly focused on the sprawled Zhang Hongbao, snapping away furiously.

This commotion was even bigger than the last one, drawing plenty of attention from those present.

Not far from Zhou Xiaoqian, Wu Fangyue was at a table, frowning as she continued to prepare medicine, and her opponent was also a Traditional Chinese Medicine expert disguised as a student already done with their preparation, watching Zhang Hongbao’s situation with great interest.