NOVEL NEXT Chapter 347 Just for Convenient Marketing
Morse saw the expression on Wang Ye's face, which seemed surprised, and continued to smile as he spoke to Wang Ye, "Don't be surprised; ever since I arrived here, I've wanted to have a medical competition with you."
"So, everything we need for our competition, I always have it ready."
Morse's words.
Made Wang Ye take a deep look at Morse.
In the end, Wang Ye said to Morse, "I must admit, your attitude towards medicine is indeed very serious, but your actions, if they weren't so despicable and shameful, maybe I would appreciate you."
Next.
The people on Morse's side began to prepare for the competition between Wang Ye and Morse, gathering the necessary items.
During this process, the people who had previously been involved in protecting Zhong Feng kept their attention on Morse, worried that Morse would do something excessive in the upcoming competition.
Engaging in any conspiracy.
But fortunately, in the following period, Morse's people did not take any excessive actions, and the items needed had already been prepared.
The condition to be treated was bronchial asthma.
Bronchial asthma is a chronic inflammatory reaction of the airways, often causing symptoms such as recurrent wheezing, shortness of breath, chest tightness, and coughing, especially during the night and early morning.
As the difficulty of bronchial asthma increases, the difficulty of treatment naturally increases as well.
Morse looked at Wang Ye and said, "Today, let's have our competition on this bronchial asthma, Wang Ye, Mr. Wang, what do you think?"
"Alright."
Wang Ye nodded upon hearing Morse's words.
Wang Ye's face was very calm, and he showed no joy in competing in an area of his expertise, giving the impression that regardless of the condition, it would be similar for Wang Ye.
It instilled a sense that no matter what condition they were competing in, Wang Ye would confidently win.
"The competition starts now, let the on-site medication preparation begin."
The referee's voice sounded.
The moment the referee's voice sounded, Wang Ye calmly began to look for the herbal ingredients he needed to treat bronchial asthma, and soon, Wang Ye had prepared all the necessary ingredients.
After preparing these ingredients, Wang Ye immediately began to concoct them on site.
It must be said, the ingredients Morse had prepared for their competition were indeed very comprehensive.
Plus other things.
Even the equipment needed for concocting the herbal medicine had been thoroughly prepared by Morse.
After starting the concoction process.
Wang Ye then just sat there, took out his phone, and started a game of Honor of Kings.
The people on the sideline, particularly those from Morse's side, began to mock him when they saw Wang Ye's reaction.
"I can't believe he's giving up and starting to play games now; he probably feels the condition is too difficult to treat and hence has simply decided to give up."
"Really, his performance just now made me feel like he was very capable, giving off a very confident vibe. But unexpectedly, the reason he looked so composed isn't that he's skilled; it's just because he knows that he's going to lose, which is why he appeared so calm."
The person guarding Zhong Feng then turned his attention to Zhong Feng, unabashedly mocking him, "Elder Zhong, take a look, is this the person you take pride in, the one who came to rescue you?"
"Knowing he was bound to lose in this round of the competition, even when it came to saving you, he didn't even struggle, he just gave up and started playing games. You should not have set your sights on such a person."
Zhong Feng listened to the words spoken by the person escorting him.
He didn't say anything.
He knew that Wang Ye had started a game probably because he had already planned everything out and had finished what he needed to do.
That's why Wang Ye appeared so indifferent.
After all,
having finished everything, what else was there for Wang Ye to do other than to take a proper rest?
The person escorting Zhong Feng and the people on Morse's side thought Zhong Feng was disheartened at this scene because he remained silent.
Right then,
they started to mock even more intensely.
Little did they know, their mocking seemed like a bunch of clowns performing for Zhong Feng's amusement.
Meanwhile, Morse, who was working on medicine, also glanced over at Wang Ye.
Seeing that Wang Ye was merely preparing medicine and not even attending to it properly, instead playing games, Morse shook his head in disappointment.
Initially, he had regarded Wang Ye as a formidable rival, thinking highly of his capabilities.
He never expected Wang Ye to be so underwhelming.
To Morse now, Wang Ye's reputation seemed merely hyped up by others; in reality, Wang Ye lacked actual skills.
Soon,
Wang Ye finished his round of the game.
After the game, he glanced at the Traditional Chinese Medicine soup he was preparing and directly said, "Okay, it's done!"
With that statement from Wang Ye,
everyone turned their attention to him.
Even Morse, upon hearing what Wang Ye said, focused on him.
However, the look he gave Wang Ye was not one of astonishment but rather like one would give to a fool.
Some people even burst into hearty laughter.
"Sigh."
Morse sighed and then started to work on his own antidote, feeling deeply disappointed at that moment.
He had been joyous about competing with Wang Ye in medical knowledge, only to find out that Wang Ye was merely a facade.
All that fame was probably just an image carefully crafted by the Dragon Country Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
It was nothing more than a marketing strategy to make it seem like there was a highly proficient prodigy of Traditional Chinese Medicine at the association, simply to promote their agenda progressively.
And Wang Ye was just a convenient figure for their marketing.