"As for the other person, you will know soon, hehe!" After Mold finished speaking, he smiled very obscenely.

"Old man, hurry up, who is the other person?" Lan Bingbing gave Moder a blank look and threatened with a smile: "Otherwise, if I report the woman you provoked outside to the teacher's wife, will you be a little unsafe to go home in the future?"

"Maybe I'm going to wake up and find that I'm very interested in men. I don't think my teacher's wife can't do it, right?" Lan Bingbing's words immediately made Molder's body tremble.

He was very scared of his wife. What Lan Bingbing just said is definitely possible because his wife is also a medical worker and a top expert in studying human hormone genes!

"Li Renai!"

After Molde finished speaking, he walked towards the rostrum not far away.

"So it's that bastard!" Lan Bingbing gritted her teeth and said, "Lin Fan, if she meets him later, she will definitely clean up her. This is an extremely shameless bastard!"

"Do you have a grudge against him?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Lan Bingbing sneered: "He has a grudge against doctors in the entire China. This guy is a doctor from the Bangzi Kingdom. He is known as a master of Chinese and Western medicine. He has named himself a name called Medical Saint!"

"The most shameful thing is that all Chinese medical skills were said to be invented by their country. Do you think this person is shameless?" Lan Bingbing cursed angrily.

After listening to Lan Bingbing's words, Lin Fan nodded seriously and said, "It's true and shameless."

At this time, Field, who returned to the stage, announced loudly: "Dear top doctors from all over the world, please be quiet!"

"Now I announce that the final assessment of the Nobel Prize in Medicine is now beginning. First, please invite the first candidate Dr. Fitt to the stage!"

The applause sounded, and a middle-aged man in his fifties-year-old face and bearded in a white coat came on stage, bowed slightly to everyone and said, "Thank you for your recognition of the Nobel Congress, which made me a candidate. I believe everyone here knows me, Fette."

Listening to the speech on the stage, Lin Fan curled his lips and said, "This guy is really not humble at all."

"Actually, I went on stage today to see the power of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine. Everyone here has seen the doctor's treatment case, which is a miracle of God. As God's assistant, I think I know God very well, how is this possible?" Fette said, shrugging his shoulders and mocking his face.

Many people below laughed. Everyone here has seen the video of Lin Fan's treatment surgery, and they are full of disbelief and suspicion about the magical means.

They have also seen many Chinese traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, but none of them have seen such magical means.

Many people are wondering whether this will be a fraud.

After all, this technology is also one of the methods that Chinese people are very good at.

"Come on, Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine, let's take a look at your magic?" As he said, Fitt hooked and smiled at Lin Fan, "As a candidate, standing behind and chatting with a lady, isn't he not seeing the Nobel Prize in Medicine?"

I'll just go, will I exaggerate?

Lin Fan squinted his eyes very playfully. Who said that foreigners are very direct and do not know how to be implicit? This guy is just a complete conspirator!

How did God choose such a person as his assistant?

"Go up, everyone has declared war, why are you standing here?" Lan Bingbing saw that Lin Fan had not moved for a long time, so she pushed Lin Fan with her hand and reminded her.

"I'm thinking about how he cried and apologized!" Lin Fan smiled and said, "You seem to be worried about me?"

"Bah!"

Lan Bingbing spat and said, "I'm worried that you lost too ugly. You won't be ashamed to see people when you return to China!"

"Is it just him?"

Lin Fan sneered and looked at the energetic Fite on the stage and said, "I'm really not worthy!"

After saying that, he walked over.

Fite just saw Lin Fan. After all, it is very obvious that Chinese people appear in such an occasion, let alone a top beauty standing beside him?

"Doctor Lin Fan, I have watched your treatment video, which is a miracle. According to my understanding, Chinese traditional Chinese medicine is not very good?" Fite said with a smile when Lin Fan came up.

The meaning in the words is very obvious. Your medical skills are all made, and it is simply fake!

A Chinese medicine practitioner who relies on fraud is worthy of competing with him for the Nobel Prize in Medicine? I don’t know what he thought about this conference, but he actually allowed such a contestant to become a candidate.

Fortunately, there is another chance to compete before the awards. Today, let this Chinese Chinese medicine doctor know that the Nobel Prize in Medicine is not something that Chinese people can get involved.

"Although I have never seen your surgery video, I have confirmed one thing from your words just now, that is, God chose you as an assistant, which should be used as a guide, not a surgery!" Lin Fan replied with a smile.

"Ha ha!"

More than a thousand doctors in the audience burst into laughter. They have also participated in many Nobel Prizes in Medicine, but they have never been as intense and lively as they are today.

Not only Chinese people like to watch the fun, but foreigners also like to watch the fun.

If you come to the meeting, if there is nothing fun, you won’t know how to brag with your colleagues around you when you go back.

Mold widened his eyes. He didn't expect that this Chinese traditional Chinese medicine doctor was so bold that he dared to challenge Fette and directly scold him as a dog.

It seems that today's award ceremony must be very interesting. That guy Fit must be so angry that he exploded at this moment.

"snort!"

"Chinese people have always been sharp-tongued, so I want to see if you have any real skills!" As he said, Fite looked at Lin Fan coldly and said, "I have two patients here, both of which are simple diseases. Let's see if you are good at Chinese traditional Chinese medicine or my scalpel?"

After clapping his hands, two assistants pushed the operating bed to the stage.

Two patients were sick on the huge screen, each with an egg-sized pustule on its forehead.

After looking at the big screen, Lan Bingbing frowned. Fite was simply bullying others too much. He bullied Lin Fan with his field of expertise?

Patients with pustules must undergo surgical incision and drainage. If Lin Fan uses silver needles, there is no way.

He looked at Molde on the rostrum for help, but the other party gave Lan Bingbing a helpless way.

After all, in previous candidate competitions, the request made by the other party either admits defeat or continues.

Although he is the chairman of this conference, he cannot stop him at will. There are top doctors from all over the world watching him, not to mention that he is currently broadcasting around the world.
Chapter completed!