"Though that's the case, I still have a bad feeling. My intuition is always spot-on."
Meng Xianjun sighed in a conflicted manner, "I've said all there is to say. Be careful, and hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xianjun left.
"Tang Ming, what's going on?"
Zhou Xiaoqian looked at Tang Ming nervously.
"I'm not sure either. Since we're here, let's just go with it. Let's continue discussing medical issues, shall we?"
Tang Ming grinned and threw himself onto the bed, starting to get busy.
The next morning, only fifty tables remained in the competition venue, yet the number of spectators had dramatically increased.
The contestants entered, walked to their positions, and stood opposite their opponents, while Tang Ming was a bit dumbfounded.
"Where's my opponent?"
Tang Ming looked at the staff in confusion. The person he was supposed to face, Zhang Baobao, was nowhere to be seen.
