"Let's go, let's go, everyone go to that side for treatment; we can't do it here." Old Zhou was a very enthusiastic old man, pulling people along as he ran.
"Hey, wait a minute! We're in the middle of a competition here. If the patients run off, how can we proceed with our drug trials!" Seeing his competition "props" about to run off to another place, how could he not panic?
Of course, the chaos didn't stop there. Even those far away who heard the news couldn't help but clamor to go to the Wu City Medicine Association for treatment. These were people who had endured pain for several days and couldn't bear even one more second of it.
Before long, Old Zhou had brought over quite a few patients who could walk; those who couldn't were protesting on their stretchers. Crucially, many Pharmacists trailed behind them, desperately trying to reason with them. A proper competition turned into a farce, and soon the Wu City Medicine Association was surrounded and impenetrable.
