At the banquet that day, Qin Chaoyu and Curtis Glinton exchanged contact information. Similarly, there was a week-long break after this competition, so Qin Chaoyu planned to begin the treatment during this week.
For convenience, the treatment location was set at Curtis Glinton’s home in Beverly Hills.
Qin Chaoyu’s treatment plan for Curtis Glinton consisted of topical applications and acupuncture. Although the first acupuncture session genuinely frightened Curtis, he endured it as promised.
Later, his increasingly improved leg condition gave him immense confidence.
A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Curtis Glinton’s leg had recovered to about 30-40% of its original state. He was confident that, at this rate, his leg would fully recover within a month. At the same time, his gratitude toward Qin Chaoyu reached its peak.
He even introduced Qin Chaoyu to his close friends. Most of his friends were fellow footballers, and injuries were an inevitable part of their careers, often leaving them with lingering hidden ailments. A doctor with such miraculous medical skills represented hope for salvaging their careers.
Coupled with the visible results of the treatment, his friends were eager to meet this doctor.
By treating Curtis Glinton, Qin Chaoyu successfully connected with a group of star athletes. Imagining Curtis’s full recovery and return to peak performance, along with the accompanying celebrity effect, Qin Chaoyu’s reputation was bound to expand further.
A week later was the time to announce the results and reveal the content of the next competition.
Gathered once again in the meeting hall, Stanley Derrick was already there. Once everyone arrived, he announced, “This time, I’ll only announce the top three: first place, China; second place, France; third place, the United States.”
Some contestants who were confident in their answers grew indignant, whispering among themselves. Then, a bold voice shouted, “Why? We answered well too! Even if we lost, we should at least know where we went wrong!”
Stanley Derrick wasn’t angered. “Wow, I admire your courage to question. But to silence your doubts, the organizers will indeed release your answers. To make it clearer where you fell short, each answer will include comments and the name of the expert who reviewed it. If you have questions, you can discuss them face-to-face with the expert.”
After saying this, Stanley Derrick put down the paper in his hand and looked at the crowd, asking, “Now, do you still have any questions?”
The room fell silent. “Good, then I’ll proceed to announce the content of the final competition,” Stanley Derrick continued. “Honestly, after seeing the format of this round, even I was amazed by the organizers’ boldness. I can describe it this way: this competition is the decisive battle for your rankings. If you rank first, you earn ten points, while second and third place still only get three and two points, respectively. In other words, even if you lost the previous two rounds or didn’t score any points, winning this one will make you the champion.”
Before the audience could react with excitement, Stanley Derrick quickly tempered their hopes. “However, earning such high points won’t be easy. I can tell you plainly: in this round, your competitors aren’t others—it’s yourselves. The organizers have decided that if they aren’t satisfied with the answers, they’d rather leave the first place vacant than award it to a mediocre one.”
“Alright, enough talk. Let me announce the theme of this competition: ‘Innovation.’ This round tests creativity and courage. There are many incurable diseases in the world, and as medical professionals, we must have the determination and bravery to tackle them. You’ll have half a month to choose a challenging disease and present your insights on it. Don’t fear making mistakes—we want to see your bold ideas. Of course, don’t be too fanciful; provide well-founded hypotheses. Even if your guess turns out to be wrong, as long as it’s creative enough, you could still win first place. You may now disperse.”
Hearing Stanley Derrick’s announcement, Qin Chaoyu was undeniably intrigued. She loved such challenging tasks—the first two rounds had been too simple, even boring for her.
Back in the hotel room, the six of them gathered to discuss which difficult disease to choose.
For Qin Chaoyu, she naturally wanted to pick something more challenging, but this wasn’t her competition alone. She needed to respect the others’ opinions, so she remained silent and listened to their discussion.
However, with everyone having different ideas, they couldn’t reach a consensus after much deliberation.
Xing Weiyue pondered for a while, then turned to Qin Chaoyu, who had been quiet. A thought struck him, and he excitedly said, “Although Stanley said that even a wrong but creative hypothesis could win first place, nothing beats a creative idea that’s also proven correct. I once heard from my teacher that Qin Chaoyu successfully cured a patient with coronary heart disease in Yuzhou—completely eradicating it, not just managing the symptoms. Why don’t we choose this?”
Rong Zhen’er exclaimed, “Really? Curing coronary heart disease? Chaoyu, if this news gets out, your reputation will skyrocket! This is a disease that plagues so many patients!”
Qin Chaoyu gave Rong Zhen’er a helpless look. “You’re overreacting. The way I treated that patient isn’t universally applicable. I used traditional Chinese medicine, which, as you know, tailors treatments to individuals. Just because I cured him doesn’t mean I can cure everyone.”
In truth, Qin Chaoyu was being modest. With her school’s methods, coronary heart disease was nothing to her. Though the other five didn’t know much about her background, they knew her well enough to recognize her humility. So, they unanimously decided to choose coronary heart disease.
Coronary heart disease was something Qin Chaoyu had studied long ago. Though the treatment method was in her mind, organizing it coherently would still take time. The other five, feeling guilty for not contributing much, decided to assist her with minor tasks and provide small inspirations.
They were also deeply grateful for Qin Chaoyu’s generosity. After all, what she agreed to share wasn’t some trivial knowledge or an unverified hypothesis—it was a practical treatment for coronary heart disease. If she kept it to herself, she could live comfortably for life. And by involving them in compiling the information, she was essentially letting them learn alongside her.
Driven by this mix of guilt and gratitude, the five threw themselves into studying, fully focused on the competition.
During this time, *The Medical Competition* aired its second round.
The recorded content not only showed each team’s performance during treatment but also included follow-up interviews with some patients. The man who sought scar removal from Qin Chaoyu’s team was among them.
Since scar removal was a visually observable condition, the before-and-after contrast was striking. Just a week earlier, the scar on his face had been deep and rough to the touch, but after only seven days, it had faded significantly, and the area had visibly lightened.
This sent beauty-conscious women into a frenzy.
Many shrewd businessmen also set their sights on Qin Chaoyu. They believed that acquiring her scar-removal formula would bring them endless wealth.
If Bai Jixi hadn’t stepped in to fend off these businessmen, Qin Chaoyu would have been besieged even if she stayed in her hotel room.
The contestants weren’t oblivious bookworms either, and the organizers didn’t restrict their internet access. So, every one of them became aware of the buzz Qin Chaoyu had stirred.
Now, they finally realized that the young woman who had stood out since the first round was a formidable opponent.
But did realizing this help? No, because without the skill to match, no amount of attention could overshadow Qin Chaoyu.
**In the Japanese team’s room:**
Matsumoto Shihei’s face was grim. “I think you’ve all realized the strength of that Chinese woman. She’s a serious threat. Our performance in the first two rounds was poor, and our teacher is very disappointed. We must give our all in this final round and secure first place.”
Takeuchi Yumi added, “From now on, no personal agendas—focus solely on winning.” As she mentioned “personal agendas,” she glanced at Masuda Ikken and Yoshikawa Tomoo, warning them to set aside their grudges.
Masuda Ikken and Yoshikawa Tomoo exchanged a look of disdain but reluctantly agreed.
Unlike Japan, which had at least placed in the first round, South Korea had scored no rankings in either competition, accumulating only two points so far. If not for some minor games that helped them scrape by, they might have been eliminated already. They were deeply resentful, especially since China had taken first place both times. Secretly, they vowed to win the final round.
In this rush, half a month flew by.
Since this was the final round, the organizers generously booked the hotel’s largest hall for the venue and invited a panel of medical luminaries as judges.
Of course, securing these experts was largely due to the show’s rising ratings. As episodes aired, *The Medical Competition* attracted massive audiences in the ten broadcasting countries. Even in non-broadcasting nations, viewers either used VPNs or shared videos to follow along, making the show globally recognized.
For the final round, Stanley Derrick donned a suit again, standing on the temporary stage with a microphone. He delivered an impassioned opening speech, introduced the judges, and declared the competition officially underway.
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