The skill of pulse diagnosis is evident from just these four words - Christopher Yard's level was apparent. "Why are you laughing? I diagnosed thirty patients in ten minutes, which is the fastest I've ever done. Do you think Christopher Yard can diagnose forty?" Upon hearing the laughter from the others, a hint of anger appeared on Wan Xiaowen's face. He slammed the table and said, making his assistant next to him tremble and mutter: "He really did diagnose forty, and you guessed it right. It's no use getting angry..." However, the assistant's voice was barely audible, and by the end, even the assistant himself couldn't hear it. Another person next to them, looking at the angry expression on Wan Xiaowen's face, quickly spoke up: "You're absolutely right. It is forty. Christopher Yard treated forty patients!" Upon hearing these words, Wan Xiaowen's whole body trembled, and his eyes instantly became somewhat dull. Then, with a trembling voice, he slowly said: "It's impossible, absolutely impossible. I've tried countless times, and I couldn't diagnose thirty patients accurately. His diagnoses must be incorrect!" Christopher Yard didn't argue against Wan Xiaowen's words. Instead, he glanced lightly at Jian Mang, who immediately understood his meaning. Jian Mang called over the patients from earlier, took the stack of prescriptions, and threw them directly in front of Wan Xiaowen. "Mr. Wan Xiaowen, you can diagnose and compare the symptoms and prescriptions to see if they match your diagnosis." Wan Xiaowen snorted coldly and took the prescriptions from Jian Mang's hand. He quickly began diagnosing the patients, looking at the prescriptions and making his own diagnosis. When he diagnosed the first patient, a look of astonishment appeared in Wan Xiaowen's eyes. He didn't expect this punk to diagnose so accurately. The prescription could completely solve the first patient's symptoms. Wan Xiaowen felt somewhat disdainful. Although he didn't know how Christopher Yard could diagnose forty patients so quickly, he believed that he, Wan Xiaowen, could also accurately diagnose such cases. However, soon, a look of disbelief appeared in Wan Xiaowen's eyes. He discovered that Christopher Yard's prescription actually targeted some diseases that he couldn't diagnose on his first attempt. Some diseases required him to diagnose them a second or third time before he could identify them. If this were a competition, these diseases would definitely be overlooked by Wan Xiaowen. In other words, Wan Xiaowen's diagnoses were incomplete! At this realization, a pallor immediately spread across Wan Xiaowen's face. As he continued to read, his expression became more and more agitated because he found that Christopher Yard's diagnoses revealed more diseases than he had identified. "How is this possible? How did you manage to do it?" After diagnosing twenty patients, Wan Xiaowen's face had become extremely pale. He realized that he couldn't reach Christopher Yard's level. Hearing Wan Xiaowen's words, Christopher Yard simply smiled faintly and took out a red thread from beside him. He waved it in front of Wan Xiaowen, causing a look of shock to appear on his face."Could it be... the legendary technique of diagnosing pulses with suspended threads? How is that possible? I can't believe someone could achieve such a level with this technique. It should have been lost long ago." After speaking, Wan Xiaowen felt his whole body trembling. Anyone could imitate the technique of diagnosing pulses with suspended threads, but to achieve what Christopher Yard had done required extremely high medical skills and techniques. Both were indispensable. "Congratulations, you answered correctly, but unfortunately, there's no prize!" Looking at Wan Xiaowen's appearance, Christopher Yard chuckled lightly and shrugged. Wan Xiaowen gritted his teeth fiercely. If it was indeed the technique of diagnosing pulses with suspended threads, it was possible to diagnose forty patients and write down the complete prescription within ten minutes. "In that case, I admit defeat in this round. For the next round, we will determine the number of patients, the quantity and names of medicinal herbs, and their effects in a separate room. We can only use our sense of smell and touch, without any other forms of assistance. The time limit is ten minutes. Are you up for it?"A fierce determination flashed in Wan Xiaowen's eyes. Since you've forced me to use other means, don't blame me. He immediately revealed the details of the third round of the competition. As soon as Wan Xiaowen spoke, the people around him exploded. Judging the number of patients, that could be understood, but the quantity, names, and effects of the medicinal herbs? Can this be possible? You see, the smell of these medicinal herbs is very weak. If you have a poor sense of smell, you definitely won't be able to detect it. Even if your sense of smell is good, it doesn't necessarily mean you can smell it. And even if you can smell it, it doesn't mean you can accurately identify it. Does Wan Xiaowen really have such confidence? Christopher Yard's eyes flickered. This competition by Wan Xiaowen seemed to be exaggerated. How could the herbs in that room smell so good? Christopher Yard and Wan Xiaowen quickly arrived in a room at the People's Second Hospital. They then let an uncertain number of patients enter the room. Christopher Yard and Wan Xiaowen stood with their backs to these patients. In the hands of these patients were various traditional medicines. The scent of these traditional medicines was not very strong. Christopher Yard and Wan Xiaowen couldn't smell the scent of the traditional medicine while facing away from the patients. At this moment, Christopher Yard and Wan Xiaowen both held a piece of paper and a pen, mainly to record the number of patients and the quantity of medicinal herbs. Christopher Yard's face was filled with frustration. What is Wan Xiaowen doing? Couldn't he honestly compete with me in something else? Why does it have to be this? This is not fair. The scent of the medicinal herbs can't be detected at all. Occasionally, you can hear the voices and footsteps of the patients behind, but even so, it's not certain how many people are there. Just as Christopher Yard was extremely frustrated, Wan Xiaowen, beside him, lightly sniffed with his nose, and his ears twitched. Then, he quickly started writing on the paper. Damn it! Is this a dog's nose? Is this even possible? Christopher Yard blinked his eyes, and his mouth slightly opened. Damn it, this is clearly not a competition of medical skills. It's a competition of sensitivity in smell and hearing. This Wan Xiaowen is too damn tricky!