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An old man in white, leaning on a red sandalwood cane, walked slowly to the center of the open space.

In just these few steps, the number of bullet screens has almost grown exponentially!

"Cen Yaowang! He connected my hand before!"

"Welcome to the King of Medicine! Be careful, if something goes wrong with Mr. Cen, it will be a great loss to China!"

"Long time no see, Yao Wang is getting old! Should be more than 80?"

Cen Lu walked to the middle of the stage, looked at Yuki Murayama with a sultry face on the opposite side, and said indifferently: "Young man from Fusang, who is Kengo Murayama to you?"

Murayama Yuki seemed a little surprised, looked at Cen Lu, and said viciously: "It's my father, what's the matter? Do you know him?"

Cen Lu smiled intriguingly, and said: "It's nothing, just ask, let's start."

Two staff members each brought up a table and put it in front of them. Each had a toolbox, which was estimated to contain some medical equipment and appliances.

On the table in front of Cen Lu was a glass, which contained a cloudy liquid, which was the poison that Yushu Murayama had given Cen Lu. In front of Yushu Murayama, there was only a small saucer filled with a small blue pill.

At this time, the camera on the screen gave a close-up of the cloudy liquid in the bottle, and there were still green and gray filaments and flocs floating in it, which looked very disgusting.

Xilou also frowned, and said with a look of disgust: "This thing doesn't look like a fun thing at first glance. It's not something that people drink. Fusang people have a heavy taste."

Because of Bai Shaoping's knowledge of Qi and Huang, he and Sun Wanjing have learned a lot about medical skills. At this time, Bai Shaoping carefully observed the bottle of liquid. After a few seconds of the camera, he probably recognized four or five kinds. something toxic.

He also frowned, and said with some concern: "These flavors are all very poisonous, and the poisons are all in conflict with each other. They will only add poison to each other. There are at least six or seven kinds that I can't recognize. Let Mr. Cen come to know them." Not too risky."

However, Cen Lu in front of the screen showed no fear at all, leaning on his crutches, he took a step forward, picked up the glass of liquid on the table, and just drank it.

With the sound of swallowing, Cen Lu quickly finished his drink without any change in the expression on his face.

Even if everyone knows it, you can tell by the color that the taste of the thing must be unpalatable.

And Yuki Murayama also picked up the small blue pill at the same time, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing.

The commentator said at this time: "Okay, with both sides swallowing the poison prepared by the other side, the detoxification can begin, wow! Look at Yuki Murayama! What is he doing!!!"

Accompanied by the exclamation of the commentator, the camera came to Yuki Murayama, who took out a scalpel from the toolbox, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes!

He even scratched it directly at his stomach!

Crack!

The sharp scalpel cut open Yuki Murayama's own belly, and the blood instantly flowed all over Yuki Murayama's hands and stomach! !

"Ah!!" Yuki Murayama howled in pain, with a hideous face.

What's even more surprising is that Yuki Murayama didn't stop, and deepened the scalpel a little more! !

He even slashed his stomach open! !

Then he took out a pair of tweezers and stuck it in!Clamp the little blue pill out! ! !

tick, tick

Blood fell to the ground drop by drop, Yuki Murayama had a look of madness in his eyes, and laughed excitedly: "Hahahahahaha! My detoxification has been completed, let's see how you can beat me!!!"

The bullet screen also became very lively.

"Fuck! This Fusang man is really ruthless!"

"Isn't this cheating? It's good to detoxify, and the poison hasn't taken off yet!"

A layman watching the excitement, an insider watching the doorway, Bai Shaoping noticed that, regardless of other things, Yuki Murayama did have his own way of performing surgery. It doesn't work for yourself.

First of all, there is no anesthetic, and the muscles will contract uncontrollably, which brings great difficulty to the knife. However, Yuki Murayama himself is an eighth-level dual-phase physique, which should be able to be controlled freely. .

Secondly, I did not have any scans, and I found the exact location of my stomach entirely by experience, and the cut and location were just right, with less bleeding, and less nerve and blood vessel damage.

The last thing is to count the timing just right, otherwise the food may not have reached the stomach as soon as you swallow it, or if it is too late, the pill will definitely be digested by the gastric juice.

At this time, Yuki Murayama, who had dual physique and physical skills, had already started to take needles and threads from the toolbox, and Bai Shaoping could clearly feel that his bleeding volume was much less than that of ordinary people. This is the brilliance of the technique.

After seeing Yuki Murayama's crazy behavior, Cen Lu's eyes flashed with surprise, but then it turned into a faint smile, shook his head, and said softly: "Stitch first, wait for me, old man No, the hands and feet are not so dexterous."

Then Cen Lu opened the toolbox, and inside was a set of Kung Fu tea sets!A kettle!And a bag of tea!

Cen Lu arranged the tea set, and then picked out from the bags of tea leaves, about thirteen or four kinds, put a little bit of each into the teapot, poured hot water, and covered the pot.

Then he sat on the chair, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

After about 1 minute, Cen Lu opened his eyes, calmly poured the brewed tea into the teacup, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and took another sip every ten seconds. After 2 minutes, Cen Lu drank half a pot of tea, he seemed to feel that it was almost done, so Cen Lu didn't continue to add more tea.

Suddenly, Cen Lu's face changed slightly, as if he was in pain, he quickly closed his eyes, held the cane in one hand, and put the other on his lap, and continued to maintain this posture without moving.

On Murayama Yuki's side, the wound has been stitched up and the blood is being cleaned up. Seeing Cen Lu's face change just now, he said with a vicious smile: "Old man, has the toxicity occurred? I have stitched up the wound, cleaned it up, and can announce Did I win?!"

Although this method is unacceptable and even a bit rogue, it is true that Yuki Murayama has detoxified, and many members of the Huaxia team and some bullet screens are already mourning passively.

But Liu Zhi stood up and said at this time: "Old Cen hasn't detoxified yet, and the competition hasn't officially ended yet, what are you in a hurry for!"

It was these words that left everyone with a glimmer of hope.

Cen Lu sat on the chair the whole time without opening his eyes, with his right hand resting on the cane and his left hand on his knee.

Sudden!Cen Lu frowned, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth!

The commentator said worriedly: "Blood is bleeding from the corner of Cen's mouth! It seems that the situation is not good!"

Someone in the Huaxia team also suggested in a low voice: "Do you want to stop the game? Cen's life is much more important than the outcome of the exchange meeting!"

Liu Zhi frowned in thought, clenched his fist, pressed it down, and said in a low voice, "Trust Mr. Cen!"

And not long after, Cen Lu's face suddenly became very painful again!He was about to fall straight forward!But fortunately, he quickly raised his left hand to support the table, so that he could stabilize his figure.

Cen Lu firmly grasped the edge of the table with his left hand, and his right hand also tightly grasped the crutch!

At the same time, blood flowed from both nostrils.