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I placed the grayish-white Medicine Bone, resembling an eagle's claw, back into the wooden box, slowly stood up, dusted off my hands, and smiled confidently. My gaze swept over the guests around me, some surprised, some skeptical, and some suddenly enlightened, finally landing on Han Ziqing.
At that moment, Han Ziqing had also completed his identification. He calmly set down his brush on the stand, every movement exuding an air of elegance and composure that complemented his gentle demeanor.
He looked up at me, a confident smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Miss, it seems we have both finished. Please go ahead." With that, he matched the prescription he had written with the identified Medicine Bone and presented it to Mr. Shi.
Mr. Shi took Han Ziqing's prescription and unfolded it for a closer look, nodding in approval from time to time. The attention of the surrounding guests was drawn to the prescription written by Han Ziqing; the characters were neatly arranged, with strong strokes, and the prescription itself was unprecedented, earning him widespread acclaim.
"Truly worthy of being the Han Family Young Master! At such a young age, his medical skills are already so remarkable!"
"Indeed! Look at this prescription; I've never heard or seen anything like it. Truly impressive for someone so young!"
The praises from the guests were endless, while I quietly stood aside, observing everything without a hint of emotion on my face.
Hearing the compliments around him, Han Ziqing's smile grew wider. He turned to me with a hint of pride in his eyes. "Miss, it's your turn."
I smiled faintly and walked leisurely to the table to present my work.
"This is..." Mr. Shi looked at what I handed over, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion as he clearly found it unfamiliar.
I smiled gently and explained, "This is a special type of prescription paper made in my Medicine King Valley, called 'Herb Paper.' Simply place the Medicine Bone on this paper, and it will display its name, medicinal properties, and uses."
As I spoke, I picked up a piece of Medicine Bone and gently placed it on the Herb Paper. To my surprise, words began to appear in the previously blank space, detailing the information about this Medicine Bone.
The guests around me gasped in astonishment, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity as they looked at me.
Mr. Shi examined the Herb Paper closely, then flipped through the prescription I had written, gradually revealing a look of shock on his face.
He took a deep breath, looked up at me, and his voice trembled slightly as he said, "You... you actually identified several times more Medicine Bones than the one hundred specified in the competition within such a short time, and the number of prescriptions far exceeds Ziqing's. What’s even more remarkable is that all the prescriptions you wrote are long-lost rare texts!"
As soon as Mr. Shi finished speaking, an uproar erupted among the crowd.
"What? How is this possible?"
"Who is this girl? How can she be so impressive?"
The guests murmured among themselves, their gazes toward me filled with awe and admiration.
Han Ziqing's smile gradually froze on his face as he looked at me in disbelief, seemingly unable to accept what he had just heard.
Han Ziqing clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, yet he maintained a smile. "Miss, your medical skills are extraordinary; Ziqing admires you. However, I have never heard of this Herb Paper. Could you enlighten us about its origins so we can broaden our horizons?"
I gently rolled up the Herb Paper and tucked it into my sleeve, looking at him with a half-smile. "Mr. Han, our agreement is for three years, and we are competing in medical skills, not the origins of this Herb Paper, right?"
Han Ziqing's expression stiffened, and the surrounding guests began to whisper among themselves.
"That's right, what this girl said is correct. The competition rules didn't say anything about not using this kind of note," a young guest in a blue robe remarked.
"Exactly, I think Mr. Han can't afford to lose," a plump middle-aged merchant chimed in.
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