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Before long, the staff from Haishan Medical University had ushered the patients into the venue.

It must be said that there were quite a few patients, about ten or so, and most of them were in serious condition, either paralyzed or severely ill, and of course, there were also some with terminal diseases.

"Young man, you pick a patient first, and demonstrate your so-called Qigong to us," one of the medical authorities on the stage, who quite disliked Ye Haochuan, said rather sarcastically.

Ye Haochuan frowned. He had noticed this man while he was still in the audience—this fellow's name was Mo Zuofei, an old Western doctor with a long-standing reputation who, it can be said, held a high level of authority in the medical community of Haishan.

Seeing that he had started off by giving him a cold reception, Ye Haochuan chuckled and said, "Then, I'll take the offer."

Just then, among the patients, an old man suddenly started coughing violently, even coughing up blood.

"Let it be him."