Entering a corridor with walls made of white metal, the door behind suddenly closed.
"Gave me a scare."
Tang Ming turned to look at the door, reached out to knock, and his expression changed slightly.
"It's the same metal that Nangong Tianyue used to trap me before. This level of hardness makes it difficult to open from the inside."
Tang Ming tried, but with his strength, he couldn't open the door.
"Damn it, does a competition really need to be this extreme?"
Tang Ming complained irritably and could only walk forward along the corridor.
Along the way, the sides of the corridor were filled with various Western and Traditional Chinese medical equipment, pretty much everything needed for medical skills.
"Where is the patient?"
Tang Ming walked for a long time but only saw medical equipment, not the so-called patient.
This competition seemed simple. If he kept walking, he could just exit on the other side, which would count as passing.
