Eighty's cute wife doctor fairy is a little sweet

Chapter 295 The host with limited intelligence
"However, since this competition is a test of ability, everyone should do what they can. Let me say that the methods to stimulate potential are limited to the methods of traditional Chinese medicine, that is, acupuncture and massage."

"The premise of using these methods is that the health of the volunteers should not be harmed. If the contestants have no ideas about stimulating their potential, they can voluntarily withdraw from the competition now. We will not deduct points for abandoning this competition. When the final score is recorded, the three items The scores of the games are added together as a result."

After listening to Kuang Hong's words, there were indeed two players on the scene who thought about it and proposed to give up the game.

I have no idea how to stimulate the potential of the human body, so why experiment on volunteers?
In case something happens to others, they will be held legally responsible.

Seeing that there were only eight contestants left, Kuang Hong planned to say a few more words, clarify the rules and announce the start.

However, at this moment, the door of the meeting room was roughly pushed open, and a person rushed in scrambling, "Oops, oops, I'm late!"

The big guy saw that the troublemaker was none other than Song Wenxiang who was in the limelight last night.

"Why are you here knowing you're late?"

"Yes, yes, there is only one more person on the scene, so go!"

The audience at the scene were all itchy by the last question, eager to know the result of the game.

Song Wenxiang disrupted the order of the game, which made them very dissatisfied.

Without waiting for the staff of the organizing committee to do anything, a big-armed spectator spontaneously stood up and dragged Song Wenxiang out.

"What are you doing? I still want to compete, you are ruining my future!" Song Wenxiang shouted hoarsely, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him, let alone sympathized with him.

This is how the medical profession respects the strong. Whether it is a doctor or a patient, they will only worship people with real abilities.

A clown like Song Wenxiang may be able to attract people's attention in a short period of time, but it is only a matter of time before he is excluded from the mainstream.

Song Wenxiang was like a small drop of water in the sea, it disappeared without bubbling at all.

Kuang Hong also clarified the rules of the competition. The premise is that the participants cannot harm the health of the volunteers. On this premise, the participants can use acupuncture to improve the potential of the volunteers according to their own ideas.

"I don't agree with this method of competition!" Huang Qiu interrupted Kuang Hong's words unceremoniously, and before the latter could refute, Huang Qiu continued,

"Little comrade, there is something wrong with your way of thinking about the question. Our competition must first emphasize the consistency of the specimens. The ten volunteers of you are all different in height, fat, thin, and age."

"I think there must be differences in their innate abilities. If you don't even give a basic sample, how can you judge whether their potential has been stimulated?"

Although this topic is very interesting, it has lost its fairness and impartiality. The biggest problem is that Huang Qiu pointed out that there are huge differences among these volunteers.

In this way, there is no way to determine the competition between volunteers. Is it the volunteers' innate ability that determines the outcome or their inspired potential?
There was booing at the scene, Kuang Hong's forehead was full of beads of sweat, he explained while wiping the sweat, but unfortunately no one would listen to him anymore.

"The host's intelligence is limited, so let's not embarrass him. Let's give him a chance to explain clearly. If the explanation is not clear, we can change the topic. How about it?" Huang Qiu said generously.

(End of this chapter)