Magic Doctor CEO Lady's Humble Husband (Fade Chen)
Chapter 2225

Nergui's expression changed while he was assessing the prescriptions, and his face was filled with surprise. Sometimes, he would frown slightly, as if he had encountered a problem. Seeing this, other people were very confused and curious. They wondered what was wrong and they wanted to go forward and take a look.

Finally, about ten minutes later, Nergui took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Willmer and Fade before him.

In an instant, everyone's attention turned to them. They knew that Nergui was about to announce the winner.

"I announce that the winner for the competition between the classic medical and the witch medical is..."

Before he could finish, Willmer had already made his move. He smirked with confidence at Fade and was ready to step forward to embrace his victory. However, just as he was about to step forward, Nergui finished his sentence, "Mr. Chen, from the classic medical." "What?"

The crowd in the room burst into an uproar.

"That's impossible. How could he have won?" Willmer found it unbelievable.

The juniors were all taken aback and their faces full of surprise.

"What's going on?"

"Master, did you make a mistake?"

Nergui glanced at the dumbfounded disciples and said flatly, "If you question my judgement, you can come forward and take a look at their prescriptions." Willmer, Harlow, and the others stepped forward and carefully examined their prescriptions.

At first, there were a few young disciples who looked puzzled and dissatisfied. They seemed to think that Willmer's prescriptions were better than Fade's. Only when Harlow pointed out the flaws in Willmer's prescriptions did they come to notice the subtlety of Fade's prescriptions.

His prescriptions had managed to solve all the shortcomings of Willmer's prescriptions. On top of that, the prescriptions could be said to be perfect. There was no doubt that Fade had won the competition with his prescriptions.

The junior disciples returned to their seats with strange expressions on their faces.

Especially Willmer, whose expression was extremely solemn. He pulled a long face.

Fade turned to Nergui and said, "Mr. Weu, the classic medical has won. You should fulfill your promise now!"

Caesar gazed at him with an expectant look on his face.

Nergui's face fell, but he did not answer right away.

On his left, several elders stood up at once and glared at both Caesar and Fade.

"That's impossible. The witch medical will never join the classic medical."

"We will never give in."

"But Mr. Weu has..." Caesar wanted to retort.

At this time, an elder snapped, "You've come several times before and you have lost all the competitions. Now, you've only won once and yet you're asking us to give way. Wouldn't that be too easy for you?" "Well..." Caesar still had something in mind.

However, Fade stopped him and asked, "Are you suggesting another match?"

The elder's expression sank. He glanced at the few people around him, and then at the young disciples opposite him. Finally, he looked at Nergui and nodded, "Exactly!"

"Mr. Weu, do you second that?" Fade stared at him.

Nergui nodded and answered, "Yes."

With that, Fade said, "Well then, I'm ready for the second round! Send your representative!"

His proud and confident attitude made the young disciples of the witch clinic feel dissatisfied, but they were also somewhat stressed.

They exchanged looks for a moment. It seemed that they were deciding who to send out to compete against Fade.

After all, it was obvious that he was quite a capable opponent and should not be underestimated. Not many young disciples present had the confidence to defeat him.

Just as they were discussing in low voices, Harlow stood up and shouted, "I'll take part in this match!"

As he came forward, everyone fell silent. The younger disciples turned their focus to him and cheered for him.

As Nergui's first disciple, it was

undeniable that Harlow had excellent medical skills. Not to mention that he had won against Caesar twice before, his strength had also been well recognized. It was natural that he would take part in the upcoming match.

Fade stared at him and asked calmly, "What do you want to compete in?"

Harlow answered, "No matter if it's prescribing, acupuncture, massage, or witchcraft, our ultimate goal as a doctor is to cure the patient's disease. Therefore, we'll compete in the effectiveness of treatments. There's no rules in the methods and means. Whoever cures the patients wins the contest. What do you think?"

"Sure," Fade nodded with a smile.

The young disciples immediately began to talk about it excitedly.

"He has made a wise decision. We will definitely win."

"In the last match, Willmer was slightly careless. He competed against him in the field that he is good at. Now that Harlow is not limiting the methods and only aims to compare the effectiveness, it will definitely be advantageous for the witch medical. We will definitely win this round."

"Harlow is getting serious. Prepare for a good show."

Amidst the discussion, Nergui was about to ask someone to select a few new patients again.

However, Harlow suggested, "Master, why don't we do this at the outer court? In this way, we won't need to bother the patients to come in."

Nergui paused before turning to look at Harlow. He immediately understood his intention.

He wanted to win this competition in public, in front of many patients and passers-by, so that he could improve the reputation of the witch clinic.

Nergui then turned to Fade to ask for his opinion.

Fade answered indifferently, "I have no objections."

"Great. Let's go then!" Harlow took the lead and walked out first.

Fade and Caesar followed him immediately. The rest got up and came out one after another.

When they arrived at the outer hall, it was obvious that the staff members had already explained the situation to the patients. Many patients had high expectations, and they raised their hands and shouted excitedly, eager to be chosen.

After all, there weren't many opportunities for them to be personally examined and diagnosed by Harlow, not to mention that it would be free of charge.

This kind of opportunity was something that all ordinary people yearned for.

Nergui personally chose the patients, and Caesar assisted him by his side.

In order to facilitate the competition, they had to choose the patients well. The patient's illness should not be an ordinary one but they also couldn't choose someone who had a complex illness that needed long-term treatment.