"Though that’s the case, I still have a bad feeling. My intuition is always spot-on."

Meng Xianjun sighed in a conflicted manner, "I’ve said all there is to say. Be careful, and hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xianjun left.

"Tang Ming, what’s going on?"

Zhou Xiaoqian looked at Tang Ming nervously.

"I’m not sure either. Since we’re here, let’s just go with it. Let’s continue discussing medical issues, shall we?"

Tang Ming grinned and threw himself onto the bed, starting to get busy.

The next morning, only fifty tables remained in the competition venue, yet the number of spectators had dramatically increased.

The contestants entered, walked to their positions, and stood opposite their opponents, while Tang Ming was a bit dumbfounded.

"Where’s my opponent?"

Tang Ming looked at the staff in confusion. The person he was supposed to face, Zhang Baobao, was nowhere to be seen.

"What’s the hurry? If she doesn’t show up by the start of the match, it will be considered a forfeit, and you’ll win by default."

The staff replied lazily.

"This..."

Tang Ming’s mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly turned to look for the person named Zhang Chuming, only to find that although Zhang Chuming was there, his opponent was absent.

"Three minutes to the start of the competition, all contestants should prepare immediately."

The host’s voice came through the broadcast. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Zhou Xiaoqian stood on the table, looking quizzically at the young man in front of her, "Your name is Liu Guang, and you’re also from the Medical Immortal Workshop, right?"

"What do you want?"

Liu Guang stared nervously at Zhou Xiaoqian, frantically consuming various elixirs.

Now the people from the Medical Immortal Workshop were most afraid of facing Zhou Xiaoqian; two people had faced her in a row and ended up making fools of themselves.

"I wonder if you’ll end up like Lv Dai and the others, making a mess in your pants?"

Zhou Xiaoqian laughed and glanced around, "It seems like there are twice as many spectators today, and a lot more media. If you mess your pants, you’ll be even more famous than Lv Dai and the others."

"You’re threatening me! Supervisor, she’s threatening me, are you going to do something about it?"

Liu Guang anxiously asked the staff nearby.

"Talking isn’t against the rules, what can I do about it?"

The staff rolled their eyes at Liu Guang and then took out a gas mask, "There’s still a few minutes left. You’d better go to the bathroom."

"I..."

Liu Guang’s face stiffened; he really didn’t feel anything now.

Seeing the staff take out a gas mask, Zhou Xiaoqian almost burst into laughter. The staff really had become more wary of the Medical Immortal Workshop people, upgrading from masks to gas masks.

"Supervisor, can you lend me a gas mask? I’m afraid I won’t be able to tolerate it later."

Zhou Xiaoqian looked at the supervisor in an odd manner.

"I’m sorry, I only prepared one. Others might have one, but I doubt anyone would lend it to you. We’re all pretty scared."

The staff put on the mask directly, "Get ready, the competition is about to start."

"Liu Guang, maybe you should just forfeit. I really don’t want to see you embarrass yourself."

Zhou Xiaoqian looked at Liu Guang sympathetically.

"Hmph, you won’t scare me. We at Medical Immortal Workshop would rather die than give in. I don’t believe you can do anything to me!"

Liu Guang gritted his teeth and yelled.

"In that case, be prepared to be carried out."

Zhou Xiaoqian sighed and then began drawing out a prescription.

After the competition started, that Liu Guang... indeed messed his pants again, and in a more miserable way than Lv Dai and the others before, with even some blood. By the time he was carried out, he had already lost consciousness.

Thus, Zhou Xiaoqian won three consecutive rounds without a fight, successfully entering the top fifty. It felt like a dream.

Meanwhile, the Medical Immortal Workshop gained fame, not for their medical skills, but for their unmatched ability to have diarrhea.

Three contestants consecutively messed their pants in front of everyone, breaking new ground each time. Bai Shengqi and others didn’t dare to claim they were from Medical Immortal Workshop anymore. It was too damn embarrassing.

The one hundred to fifty competition wasn’t as intense as expected. Besides Zhou Xiaoqian who still relied on luck, the other unqualified contestants were eliminated.

Worth mentioning was that Tang Ming was quite upset because Zhang Baobao never showed up. Also, Zhang Chuming’s opponent was absent, so neither had a chance to demonstrate their skills despite their abilities.

The morning featured just one round of competition. After it ended, there was a break before preparations for the afternoon matches.

"Boohoo, I lost. Didn’t you say we’d definitely win against the Medical Immortal Workshop people?"

On the way back to the hotel, Wu Fangyue wailed and complained incessantly; she was crushed by Medical Immortal Workshop’s Zhao Youfa with absolute strength.

"Sister, stop complaining! Given your skills, getting this far is already a pleasant surprise. What more do you want?"

Meng Xianjun looked at Wu Fangyue displeased, "I lost in the first match, who am I gonna complain to?"

"Yes, yes, with our skills, reaching the national top hundred is quite an achievement."

Liu Xinlong hugged Wu Fangyue and kept comforting her, "Didn’t you see how delighted the principal and Teacher Huang Di were? You’ve already brought glory to the school."

"But I still lost."

Wu Fangyue kept crying.

"Well, losing might be for the best; otherwise, what would you do if you met Xiaoqian in the next round?"

Hua Yingjie comforted her helplessly.

"Why is Xiaoqian so lucky? Liu Guang was also from the Medical Immortal Workshop, why did he have diarrhea?"

Wu Fangyue looked jealously at Zhou Xiaoqian.

"I really don’t know!"

Zhou Xiaoqian laughed awkwardly; she was genuinely clueless about what happened.

"Since we’re here, let it be. Let’s eat and take a nap, and prepare well for the fifty to twenty-five matches in the afternoon."

Tang Ming yawned. He had already done his best, and Zhou Xiaoqian would likely stop here, simply because she didn’t encounter Bai Shengqi.

After eating, they all went back to their rooms to rest. Tang Ming was truly carefree, going straight to sleep, while Zhou Xiaoqian, feeling excited, had already come to terms with their unexpected success.

The afternoon match was scheduled for two o’clock, but suddenly at noon, someone knocked on Tang Ming’s door.

"Who’s there?"

Tang Ming opened his eyes groggily.

Glancing at the still sleeping Zhou Xiaoqian beside him, he got up reluctantly to open the door.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Tang Ming?"

A server looked at Tang Ming politely.

"I’m Tang Ming. What do you need?"

Tang Ming yawned and asked irritably.

"A girl asked me to give you a letter."

The server hurriedly took out a letter and handed it to Tang Ming.