Nie Yuan carefully wiped the sweat off An Yiqing's forehead. This was already the third piece of gauze he had soaked; the energy required for suturing the meridian was unimaginable.
The guests who went out for lunch were gradually returning to the competition arena, having watched a whole morning of blood-soaked live broadcasts, everyone had little appetite. They simply ate something in the hotel and returned.
The competition was still ongoing, with participating groups gradually announcing the end of their surgeries. More and more contestants were returning to their seats after changing clothes and disinfecting.
At 3 PM, only three participating groups still hadn't completed their tasks, and the Medicine Sect group was one of them.
By 4:30 PM, the other two groups had finished one after another, leaving only the Medicine Sect group on the field.
"Why is it taking so long? Could it be they can't do it at all?" A contestant in the participant seating area muttered.
