RYEY -Chapter 486 Public Exam (1)

The group returned to Ye Jun’s siheyuan. Li Huan saw the twins diligently preparing their books for the next day and hurried to find Cheng Qiao.

“Wife, are you confident about tomorrow’s exam?”

Cheng Qiao nodded. Ever since absorbing Hu Lata’s blood in the Qilian Mountains, her medical skills had grown to the point where simply feeling a patient’s pulse allowed her to understand their physical condition.

In reality, this wasn’t purely the growth of her medical skills—Hu Lata’s blood had awakened her innate supernatural abilities. Over time, nourished by the surrounding space, her abilities had grown stronger.

Unfortunately, she had no idea about this. Luckily, thanks to her master’s guidance, she had been fortunate. Even more fortunately, she had studied qigong with her master for ten full years, which finally allowed her to shine today.

“Qiao, I’ll always support you. No matter the outcome, you mustn’t let it affect your mood.”

“Of course. I’m also confident about this exam.”

Li Huan gently held Cheng Qiao in his arms. Slowly, Cheng Qiao sensed something different about him, and Li Huan realized that his male instincts had returned, which made him involuntarily excited.

“Li Huan, wait a bit longer. Wait until the cold poison in your body is fully refined. You’ve already reached the fifth stage. I think you’ll reach the sixth stage soon. Let’s talk about it then.”

Li Huan’s expression drooped, but he treasured Cheng Qiao in his heart. He was also worried that his cold poison might enter her body, so he gradually relaxed his tense body.

“Qiao, I’m sorry, I…”

“No need to apologize. I always feel that your cold poison can help you ascend quickly. If possible, once the cold poison in your body is fully refined, we’ll go steal a corpse.”

“Steal a corpse? Whose corpse?”

Cheng Qiao whispered something in Li Huan’s ear. He immediately shook his head—Cheng Qiao had the Lu Dao Pill, so it would be better for him to just take one himself.

Cheng Qiao shook her head. Her Lu Dao Pill was too potent for Li Huan to handle. But if they stole the spy’s corpse, Li Huan could extract the cold poison from it externally, absorbing as much as he wanted while completely avoiding danger.

“Why steal, though?”

“How else can I explain it? I’m borrowing the corpse to practice. Who would believe you, except for people in the special department?”

“Then I’ll join the special department.”

Cheng Qiao laughed, and Li Huan blushed. He was too presumptuous. The special department wasn’t some theater that anyone could join. Once he joined, he would belong to the state and could no longer act freely.

“Fine, we’ll steal it. But where to put it? You definitely can’t store it in your immortal treasures.”

Cheng Qiao had already planned it: dig a very deep cellar, seal its entrance, and make a small hole for drawing out cold poison when needed, then seal it again when finished.

“These two days I have an exam. You go to the outskirts, find an uninhabited area, buy the land, and dig a cellar. Once your cold poison is fully refined, we’ll steal the corpse.”

Li Huan nodded, excitement building. This was a serious matter. If they got caught, what would happen? He needed to notify Master Lata in advance, hoping his master could vouch for him if things went wrong.

They discussed the plan enthusiastically, completely forgetting the two children waiting for a goodnight. Ye Jing and Xiao Nuan couldn’t wait any longer and came knocking together:

“Mom, Dad, we’re going to sleep.”

“Oh, sorry. We lost track of time while talking. Go get a good sleep. Tomorrow, Mom and Dad will take you to school.”

Xiao Nuan pouted. “Mom still owes me a kiss.”

Cheng Qiao quickly bent down and planted two hearty kisses on Xiao Nuan’s cheeks. When she tried to kiss Ye Jing, he stepped back, thinking he was too old for mom’s kisses.

But then he regretted it. He also wanted a kiss. Cheng Qiao walked over, cupped Ye Jing’s face, and kissed him firmly.

“Mom, that was too hard!”

Cheng Qiao laughed. The boy was pretending, but his eyes were twinkling with delight.

Li Huan followed her lead, kissing both children on the cheeks before sending them to their room and closing the door.

“Should I take the kids to school?”

“I’ll go too. I want to speak with their teachers first.”

“But you have an exam tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this under control.”

Li Huan nodded, hugged Cheng Qiao, kissed the corner of her mouth, and went to his room. Ever since he had been poisoned by the cold toxin, they were forced to sleep in separate rooms.

Early the next morning, Ye Jun had prepared a hearty breakfast, hoping Cheng Qiao would eat plenty of protein for better focus during her exam.

Upon learning that she first planned to take the kids to school, Ye Jun nodded approvingly. That’s how a capable disciple behaves.

With the necessary documents in hand, Ye Jun first went to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine to coordinate with the dean, so that when Cheng Qiao arrived, the exam could begin immediately.

Today, the university was bustling. To prevent gossip, the dean made a surprising decision: Cheng Qiao’s graduation and medical qualification exam would be public.

In other words, anyone who could fit in the exam hall could watch, provided they followed the rules and didn’t disturb Cheng Qiao.

Any disturbance would lead to expulsion from the hall or, in severe cases, dismissal from the school. This strict rule made every student and teacher hesitate about attending.

The exam hall was the university’s largest, with nearly a thousand seats. If standing room was counted, two to three thousand people could fit.

By 7 a.m., the hall was already packed with students debating whether Cheng Qiao could pass. Most doubted her, thinking her medical training too short.

By 8 a.m., twenty patients had arrived backstage for a final check by doctors from the medical college and the city hospital. Every detail had to be carefully recorded on medical cards—diseases, medications, and treatments—so it would depend on whether Cheng Qiao’s diagnoses matched theirs.

By 9 a.m., most patients had finished their exams, but Cheng Qiao had not appeared. Students in the hall grew restless, and even the patients and doctors backstage were anxious.

Only the dean and Ye Jun remained calm, sipping tea. Ye Jun explained that as a mother, it was natural for her to speak with the class teacher first.

At 9:58 a.m., the hall bell rang, signaling the exam’s official start. Silence fell as everyone’s eyes turned toward the stage.