Chapter 327 - 326: Want to Eat Something
After Peter Brown finished speaking, he called a few chefs over, gave them some instructions, and they went back to turn the fire on and started cooking porridge again.
Seeing this scene, the audience couldn’t help but shake their heads. What was supposed to be a top-level medical skills competition had turned into this. It was more like a cooking competition.
However, the competition did have rules, and it lasted for a week. There was no rule against doing this, right?
Time went by, and the porridge gave off a delicious aroma. The judges looked at each other with wide eyes, and their stomachs couldn’t help but rumble.
"Ah, I’ve never seen a medical competition like this!"
"Hua Nation has really lost face this time. With Peter Brown’s methods, these patients are as good as dead. I think in a few days, all of them will die without a single one left!"
At this time, the judges were also whispering discussions among themselves.
None of them believed that Peter’s treatment method could cure a tumor patient. They all shook their heads at the traditional Chinese medicine treatment. Even the Chinese medicine practitioners from Hua Nation felt embarrassed and secretly cursed Peter for tarnishing the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine. They believed that for a long time to come, the reputation of Chinese medicine would plummet, and the chances of reviving it would be very slim.
Renowned doctors and experts in the field of traditional Chinese medicine from Hua Nation all shook their heads and sighed.
Although three patients had died, Nigel Harrison’s mood was quite good. After the surgery, he had a few successful cases, which would be key to winning.
Looking over at Peter, Nigel thought that the patients they had brought over were all on the brink of death, surviving on nutrient solutions. Today was the first day, and it seemed that there wasn’t much difference between them - he even appeared to be at a disadvantage for having killed three patients. However, this was a week-long competition. After a week, without any tumor-suppressing drugs, at least two-thirds of the patients on Peter’s side would die, and by then, it would be clear whose medical skills were superior.