"Let's just get on with the treatment, enough of this nonsense!" A western old man voiced his displeasure; his face crinkling as he furrowed his brows.
Originally, everyone wanted to give Peter Brown a hard time, but now, Peter has accurately diagnosed the secret ailment of Nigel Harrison.
When they turned their eyes towards Nigel Harrison, his expression confirmed Peter's diagnosis.
To stop Peter's barrage of information, they could only demand to start the competition.
"Exactly, stop beating around the bush. The key now is whether you can cure the patients or not, it's not a cooking competition!"
"Yes, we all have been spun around by him, we're not here to compete in cooking, but to cure those patients!"
A few Westerners started to speak up as well.
Peter glanced at them, thinking that they were clearly siding with Nigel Harrison. If his advantage were only slight, they might still declare Nigel the winner.
