RYEY -Chapter 488 Public Exam (3)

The exam started at ten, and by twelve, all patients had been seen. On average, six minutes per patient—not counting the first patient’s delay.

This speed made the students think Cheng Qiao was being frivolous, and even some respected senior doctors shook their heads, sighing. She was rushing too much for results.

But with Ye Jun present, they dared not voice doubt, though their expressions were grim. The principal made no comment, letting his students take the patients to the pharmacy to get the medicine and required them to prepare it at school.

“Find an empty dormitory, clean it, and keep them there. We’ll provide three meals a day. The only rule is they cannot leave.”

“Okay.”

The patients were willing to stay one to three days at school until recovered—free lodging, meals, and treatment—what could they complain about?

After sending the patients off, the principal took out all of Cheng Qiao’s prescriptions. The doctors were stunned by her handwriting—it didn’t look like a girl’s, so strong and bold.

“Old principal, did you copy this?”

“Yes. Cheng Qiao wrote a prescription; I copied one. The patients took my copies. This is her original.”

Everyone nodded. The old principal wouldn’t lie. They stopped worrying about the handwriting and started reviewing the prescriptions for their respective patients.

At first glance, the prescriptions looked similar to what they would prescribe, but a closer look revealed tiny yet critical differences.

Even just the dosages were completely different. Cheng Qiao’s approach was audacious, reckless. The senior doctors’ eyes reddened, breathing heavy—they believed she shouldn’t practice medicine, or people might die under her care.

“Old man, I propose expelling Cheng Qiao. She’s unfit to be a doctor. Look at her prescriptions—she’s not saving people; she’s killing them.”

The principal shrank back and glanced at Ye Jun. Indeed, Ye Jun’s gaze was piercing as he looked at the senior doctor, smirking:

“You want to expel my disciple? She’s unfit to be a doctor? Who has she killed? As for being qualified, do you think you are?”

“I… I’m qualified.”

“You are. But when a disease could be cured in three doses, you complicate it with ineffective medicines. You’re the one unfit to be a doctor—you’re the one who should be expelled.”

“Ye Jun, even though you’re the director, we mind our own business—so don’t go spouting nonsense.”

“I’ll spout nonsense at your mother! You’re the disgrace of the medical world. Some patients are naturally strong and recover well, yet you brag as if it’s all thanks to your treatment. Others can’t make it, and you say it’s because their constitution is weak or they lack nutrition. Whether good or bad, you take all the credit—or blame.”

The old doctor’s face darkened with anger. He wasn’t deliberately misleading patients—he simply had limited skills. If one medicine didn’t work, he’d just try another; after all, it wasn’t lethal.

“You… you’re slandering me… pure slander.”

“Slander my foot! I didn’t even know you’d be here today, or I’d never have let you judge—it’s because you’re shameless.”

“You… you… you… bully…”

“Quiet, quiet. We’ll wait three days. Tomorrow we’ll see if today’s patients have improved, and what treatment the new patients will receive. Justice lies in the hearts of people, not in a few words thrown around.”

The principal glanced at the old doctor. There was no helping it—this man wasn’t particularly skilled in medicine, but he had cultivated an impressive network. Best not to offend him; who knew when the school might need him in the future.

The night passed quickly. The medical community buzzed with discussions about Cheng Qiao, but she herself went to pick up her children from school. She only had a month to spend with them before returning to her post.

On the mountain, two old men played chess, fully aware of the recent events in the medical world. Wu Hongxin’s mind wasn’t on the game; when he saw himself surrounded, he tossed his piece aside in frustration.

“Old man, do you think Cheng Qiao will pass this exam?”

“Of course she will. You’re underestimating her. She’s a medical saint; these trivial ailments are nothing to her.”

Wu Hongxin touched his chest. Since taking Cheng Qiao’s medicine, many old injuries had healed, the chill had left his body, and he felt healthier than ever.

That was the reason his son went out of his way to help Cheng Qiao. Even his daughter-in-law had sent their daughter to study in Hexi for her sake.

“Old man, you’re right. I was just too anxious. Once the exam is over, what do you plan to do?”

“Hu Lata has already sent word. He’s set on Cheng Qiao and wants us to find a way to bring her into his team. The same goes for Li Huan—this guy’s luck is unbelievable, becoming Hu Lata’s disciple.”

“Luck? Try being hit with cold poison. Could you withstand that? He values his wife so highly that he’d risk his own life to save her. That’s what makes a hero.”

Yao Peng frowned. Wu Hongxin was hitting him where it hurt. He too loved his wife, but for the greater good, he had to sacrifice her. Poor him—alone and helpless, with no one to care except Ye Chengying.

“Wu old man, don’t beat around the bush. You know how my wife died. Must you stab my heart? And we both manage special departments; do you remember the first rule?”

Wu Hongxin felt a bit embarrassed. Bickering with Yao Peng had become a habit, and he couldn’t change it so easily.

The first rule of the special departments was clear: no one may forcibly coerce a talented individual into joining.

“Ah, we can only appeal with reason and emotion, trying to get the girl in. Such a genius must be under the state’s protection, or I’ll feel uneasy.”

“Heh…”

“What’s heh for?”

“I won’t tell you, you old fool. You’re the worst.”

Wu Hongxin: “…”

If only I were ten years younger, I’d smash this guy’s head.

Yao Peng stood, sneering at Wu Hongxin, though inwardly he admired him. This guy had guts—he even sent Wu Xiaolin to the desert just to recruit Cheng Qiao and Li Huan.