My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities-Chapter 500: Four hundred and ninety-nine, propose a toast

"Nonsense!" Elder Jin glared at Song Yan Ning, barely stopping himself from slamming the table. He truly couldn’t understand why Dean Liu had allowed Song Yan Ning to join the medical team.

Song Yan Ning’s face also turned cold, "If you don’t believe me, then forget it." She wouldn’t have joined the medical team if it weren’t for her grandfather’s wishes.

Dean Liu was somewhat troubled. He knew that Song Yan Ning was very skilled in medicine, having witnessed it himself, but her claim that the other party’s complexion was feigned—it was something he found hard to believe.

At this moment, Elder Jin stood up and walked towards An Yiqiao.

"Young lady, let me feel your pulse," said Elder Jin to An Yiqiao.

An Yiqiao nodded and extended her hand.

Elder Jin placed his hand on An Yiqiao’s wrist, and after a while, he frowned, retracted his hand, and returned to his seat.

"Elder Jin, how is it?" Dean Liu asked.

"Judging by the pulse, our diagnosis is correct," Elder Jin said with a frown. Yet, he felt something was amiss, although he couldn’t pinpoint what, exactly.

Song Yan Ning looked at Dean Liu with a certain tone, "The other party is not sick. If my diagnosis is wrong, I am willing to take full responsibility." An Yiqiao seemed ordinary, but in fact, she was an Ancient Martial Cultivator. Ancient Martial Cultivators have Inner Qi, which makes it easy for them to change their pulse and complexion; who knows where the organizers found her.

Dean Liu was hesitant. The results of Elder Jin’s pulse diagnosis matched the patient’s appearance, but Song Yan Ning insisted the patient wasn’t sick. Elder Jin was a veteran in the medical community, and his skills naturally need no comment. Though Song Yan Ning was young, her medical skill was exceptional. He really didn’t know whose advice to take.

Song Yan Ning shook her head, reached for the pen and answer card on the table, and directly wrote down her answer.

"Song Yan Ning, don’t be reckless," Elder Jin shouted angrily. Once the answer was written, it could no longer be changed.

Song Yan Ning finished, then pressed the end bell for her team.

"You!" Elder Jin trembled with rage, his face turning beet red as he pointed at Song Yan Ning. Was she trying to make them the laughingstock of the medical team? Clearly, the patient was sick, yet she said there was no illness.

Dean Liu and the members of the medical team were also looking at Song Yan Ning with surprise—they hadn’t expected her to take things into her own hands.

Song Yan Ning ignored everyone, serenely closed her eyes, and waited for the other medical teams to finish.

Seeing Song Yan Ning press the end bell, Han Zaiye sneered. This time, the Huaxia Medical Team was doomed to lose. He had arranged all of this in advance; he knew that Traditional Chinese Medicine relies on inspection, auscultation and olfaction, interrogation, and palpation, unlike Western medicine, which requires blood tests before making decisions.

As time passed, one medical team after another completed their answers.

When all the medical teams had finished, the person in charge of the organizers said, "The first to complete was the Huaxia Medical Team, please have the Huaxia Medical Team announce their answer."

Dean Liu glanced at Song Yan Ning, whose expression was normal, then at Elder Jin, who was still sulking, and sighed helplessly to himself. What was done was done, there was no changing it now.

Taking a deep breath, Dean Liu raised the answer card.

The large screen immediately displayed the answer card in Dean Liu’s hand.

Han Zaiye’s expression changed slightly when he saw the answer.

The doctors from the other medical teams shook their heads resignedly upon seeing the answer.

Elder Jin’s face turned extremely ugly. It seemed that the Huaxia Medical Team would become the subject of mockery this time, and it was all due to Song Yan Ning. When they returned, he would make Dean Liu revoke her eligibility to compete.

Dean Liu looked at the big screen, waiting for the other medical teams to reveal their answers.

Avril raised the answer card in her hand. They were the second group to finish.

Seeing Avril’s answer, Dean Liu was stunned!

"How could this be?" Elder Jin was also incredulous.

After all the other medical teams had announced their answers, the organizer’s representative looked towards the Huaxia Medical Team, "Let’s congratulate the Huaxia Medical Team together."

Applause erupted.

Dean Liu looked at Song Yan Ning with an apologetic look. He genuinely hadn’t expected Song Yan Ning’s answer to be correct.

Elder Jin glanced at Song Yan Ning, his face feeling uncomfortably hot. It was a good thing that Song Yan Ning had stuck to her guns, otherwise their team would have lost.

The members of the Huaxia Medical Team looked at Song Yan Ning with admiration in their eyes. They too had thought they were surely going to lose.

"Doctor Song, how were you so sure the other party wasn’t ill?" Zhang Bing asked, voicing everyone’s question.

"The eyes," Song Yan Ning said. Naturally, she wouldn’t tell them about her Divine Sense, which allowed her to scan and know the state of someone’s body. But indeed, the eyes had revealed the true condition of the patient.

"The eyes?" The others turned to look at An Yiqiao and quickly grasped Song Yan Ning’s meaning. They had only focused on An Yiqiao’s complexion, neglecting her eyes. An Yiqiao’s eyes lucid and vibrant, completely contradicting the impression her complexion gave off.

"Doctor Song, you’re really incredible; such a minor detail didn’t escape your notice."

"Doctor Song, when we go back, may I ask you a few questions?"

"Let’s discuss it together," Song Yan Ning said with a light smile.

"The first contest is over, and we’ve arranged a banquet for everyone. Please move to the dining room," the person in charge of the organizers announced the end of the contest and addressed the crowd.

Medicine exchange meetings are called so not only for competitions but also for giving people time to discuss and consult with each other. This also allows them to learn from each other and improve their medical skill.

The group arrived at the restaurant where the Huaxia Medical Team was arranged to sit in the most cornered position. The seating was pre-arranged, intended to embarrass the team members from Huaxia.

However, the current situation had turned out quite the opposite. Even though the Huaxia Medical Team was sitting in the corner, they were now the focus, with people constantly coming over to toast and seek advice.

Dean Liu, slightly tipsy after a few drinks, was now genuinely happy. So, when others came to toast, he hardly refused anyone—after all, the day’s contest was over, and it didn’t matter if he got drunk.

He raised his glass, looking at Song Yan Ning with joy, "Doctor Song, we owe you big time for this one."

Song Yan Ning smiled and raised her glass to clink with Dean Liu’s.

That’s when Han Zai also approached Song Yan Ning, smiling and holding out his glass, "Doctor Song, may I offer you a toast?"

Song Yan Ning stood up, raised her glass to clink with Han Zai’s, and downed the remaining red wine.

"Thank you, Doctor Song!" Han Zai also finished his drink, greeted the other guests, and turned to leave.

As he turned, a smug smile crossed the corner of his mouth.