The day of the World International Medical Competition had arrived.

Next, it was time for the contestants to make their entrance.

Since yesterday, all the participants had been assigned their locations and had been interviewed by reporters, so today's competition was set to begin promptly.

Wang Ye and Zhong Feng walked together down the road. By then, the square-faced man who had been shadowing Zhong Feng was no longer present, replaced by another individual.

Zhong Feng remarked,

"I knew it," said Zhong Feng, "that guy didn't come to protect me. He came purely because of you." As he spoke, there wasn't a hint of resentment on his face.

In fact, from the beginning, Zhong Feng had suspected the square-faced man's intentions were not so pure.

And the fact that Wang Ye could prompt the square-faced man to make the trip was quite comforting to Zhong Feng.

After all, Wang Ye was a junior he held in high regard.

This proved that Wang Ye was worthy, and it also proved his own judgment was quite sound.

Zhong Feng didn't ask about the specific reason the square-faced man had sought out Wang Ye. Instead, he turned his attention to Wang Ye, and with a hint of puzzlement, he inquired,

"By the way, Wang Ye, what is your project for this competition?"

"Why have I not heard you mention it yet?"

It wasn't necessary to report one's competition project from the outset.

Because some medical experts have ideas that are so innovative, they might register one project but switch to another if they make new advancements in the interim.

If you don't allow them to change their project during the competition, they won't be pleased.

After all, such distinguished figures often possess a certain degree of stubbornness in their character.

So Zhong Feng remained unclear about which project Wang Ye planned to present at the international competition, even up to now.

However, when Zhong Feng posed his question, Wang Ye did not answer directly. Instead, he winked mysteriously at Zhong Feng, "How could I reveal such a trans-century project from the start? Wouldn't that spoil the surprise?"

Wang Ye's words left Zhong Feng momentarily taken aback.

Then, Zhong Feng laughed heartily, patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, and beneath his somewhat graying eyebrows lay a fervent hope for Wang Ye,

"In that case, I am very much looking forward to it," he said.

Zhong Feng knew that since Wang Ye had spoken so confidently, it meant that the project Wang Ye intended to present would indeed be as remarkable as Wang Ye had described.

A project of the new century.

Wang Ye was never one to brag.

If he said he would present such a project at the competition, then he would certainly do so.

In the past, Zhong Feng had doubted such assertions from Wang Ye, but every time Wang Ye delivered, it proved Zhong Feng wrong.

By this point, no matter how surprising Wang Ye's ideas seemed, Zhong Feng had complete faith in him.

Even if Wang Ye now told Zhong Feng he had successfully tested a new theory he had conjectured days before, Zhong Feng would believe it.

Chatting and laughing, Wang Ye and Zhong Feng made their way to their seats for the competition.

Soon enough.

Wang Ye and Zhong Feng took their places.

The reporters were not allowed to interview them along the way because the competition was about to start, leaving both Wang Ye and Zhong Feng feeling quite at ease.

The previous day, both Wang Ye and Zhong Feng found the reporters' interviews to be quite a hassle.

Once seated, Zhong Feng began introducing Wang Ye to each of the contestants.

Wang Ye had emerged suddenly in the medical field, so he was unfamiliar with many of the eminent figures, necessitating an introduction from Zhong Feng.

"Although these medical personnel may not represent the leading figures in their respective fields, their medical skills undoubtedly have their own distinctive features," Zhong Feng explained.

"Sometimes, you can't dismiss someone's abilities just because they are not well-known. In reality, their expertise can be quite formidable, and you must learn to respect anyone with medical knowledge, for they may possess insights in certain areas of medicine that seem unreachable to you," he continued.

It wasn't just a high level of medical expertise that mattered. High moral standards were also essential.

Thus, in the professions of teachers and doctors alike, one must first learn integrity.

If a person lacked integrity, then even if they had high expertise, it might not necessarily be a good thing for others—rather, it could be harmful.

Wang Ye nodded slightly. He was already aware of the principles Zhong Feng was expounding, but he didn't interrupt as Zhong Feng was engrossed in the explanation.

Following this brief exchange between Wang Ye and Zhong Feng, the referee's voice announced, "The twenty-first World International Medical Competition officially begins!"

The introduction was given in English, and in the broadcast booths of each participating country, translators conveyed the message in their respective languages.

Next was the turn to introduce each contestant present for the competition.

And then.

It was time for each participant to take the stage and show the medical achievements they had accomplished in the recent period.

The medical expertise displayed by some contestants upon taking the stage impressed Zhong Feng to the point of admiration.

He looked at Wang Ye and asked with a smile, "What do you think? Seeing their accomplishments, do you feel threatened?"

In Zhong Feng's view, he certainly felt a sense of threat.

From the start, Zhong Feng had never underestimated anyone, yet the performance of the contestants made him realize one thing.

He had underestimated the competing participants.

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