Zhao Yuan was moved by the medical experts' show of support. After thanking them, he turned to Kawashima Haruhiro and said, "Mr. Kawashima, it's your turn. Let's not waste any time, shall we? I'm in a hurry to get some lunch."
Kawashima Haruhiro roared furiously in his mind, 'Eat, eat, eat, is that all you can think about? Are you a goddamn glutton?!'
After witnessing Zhao Yuan's astounding performance, how could he possibly dare to step up and show off his own Observation Technique?
He was confident, but he was also self-aware enough to know his limits. At his level, diagnosing seventy or eighty people in half an hour would be an extraordinary performance. And yet, that was only half of what Zhao Yuan had accomplished...
This was shaping up to be a guaranteed loss! And a truly miserable one at that!
How could he even compete?
But what else could he do?
