Their persuasion proved fruitless, and Ma Guotao and the others could only silently pray for a miracle.
Although Li Heping and the others didn't support a rematch, they couldn't say much now that Zhao Yuan had made his stance clear. Still, they raised a question. "There are tens of thousands of formulas passed down from ancient times, at the very least. Writing them or reciting them from memory is extremely time-consuming. Surely this one Prescription Medicine competition can't take several days, can it?"
"Well..." Zhao Dezhu was taken aback. He hadn't actually considered that problem. He quickly turned to Zhao Chengliang and asked, "Second Uncle, do you have a suggestion?"
Zhao Chengliang thought for a moment, then said, "Professor Qiao, I recall that your Capital City Medical University compiled a *Great Dictionary of Formulas* a few years ago. It contains over twenty thousand formulas, correct?"
