Chapter 192 Writing a Prescription

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When the first test questions came out, the scene was in an uproar.

Write a prescription.

These three simple words have stumped a group of people.

Han Fei looked at the three words on the list thoughtfully.

In the first examination room, everyone is gathered together. In the compartments separated by screens, there is a desk, a piece of white paper, and a writing brush. Other than that, there is nothing else. The door was blocked by a curtain, so it was impossible to see what the people inside were doing.

The only way to tell is that there is a number on the door curtain. Everyone has a number. Han Fei's number is more auspicious, eight.

The inside of the door curtain was invisible to outsiders, so Han Fei took off the bamboo hat, took a breath, looked at the white paper in front of her and fell into deep thought.

The questions were released on the spot, and it is said that they were also decided by the jury on the spot, so no one would know what the test questions were before the competition started. Many people had guessed that the first level of this year would be a difficult question, but they did not expect that it would be like... Simple, but actually difficult to figure out the question.

Write a prescription, what prescription should you write? What is the function? To what extent do you write? What is the situation of the patients targeted?

There are no hints at all. No matter how hard the participating doctors scratched their heads, they couldn't figure it out. They just stared at the white paper in front of them in a daze. Since everyone was separated by curtains, there was no peeking and observing. The situation of others.

And there is a time limit for this. The paper on the table must be handed over within two hours. The jury will decide whether it is qualified or not on the spot, but no one knows the judging criteria. All the judges are quietly inside the door curtain in the center. Sitting there, waiting for the contestants to submit their answer sheets.

Han Fei touched her chin and began to speculate on the origin of this question.

When writing a prescription, what kind of prescription is best to write? If it is just an ordinary prescription, it will not be a topic in the competition. So how can the efficacy and effect of a difficult prescription be verified? And how are side effects judged?

Han Fei admired the person who asked the question very much. This kind of question that looked simple but was actually default was really difficult to answer.

"Did the host not expect it?" The system weakly asked.

Han Fei held her chin up and said, "No, I'm just thinking about the person who asked the question."

"Why should we consider the question writer?" the system asked humbly.

Han Fei narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you know that in my world there is an exam that is so important that all the people are soldiers?"

"What exam?"

"College entrance exam."

"what is that?"

"Well, it's a nasty test. You often have to guess what the question maker is thinking and then guess the question."

"Oh? Has the host thought of it?"

"The person who asked the question must be an old man."

In the door curtain not far away, an old man with stern eyebrows and a white beard sneezed, causing the people who worked with him to laugh.

"Hey, Shanyang Ping, you still don't recognize your age, your bones must be in ruins!"

Except for a few old guys in front of me, no one in the world dared to call him by his last name. He took a sip and said, "I don't know which bastard is whispering about me!"

"You keep asking questions like this, can you not ask someone to greet you?"

Shanyang Ping stroked his beard and said, "Don't make it sound like you don't agree. I'm tired of seeing the same questions every year. This generation is not as good as the previous one. There are no bright spots!"

"Nonsense. Didn't you grab a good seed last year? You got it from Old Man Kuang. He has been thinking about it all the time. This year, he has a vicious eye."

Shanyangping chuckled and said: "Last year's seedlings were pretty good, but there were only a few. I hope there will be some that catch my eye this year! Otherwise, I won't be able to pass on my medical skills!"

"I heard that a group of female doctors are coming to compete this year."

At the mention of these words, the entire jury fell silent.

Shanyang Ping snorted and said, "What can that little girl do? It's just for fun. How can orthodox medical skills tolerate a woman's involvement?"

An objectionable voice came up: "That's not what you're saying. But I once heard someone say that Tu Menghan does have two brushes, and his medical skills are really good."

Shanyang Ping's expression turned a little pale and he said, "It's just a small trick."

"Shanyang Ping, you are so stubborn! You won't listen to anything you say. I think you can watch it. Then the level of these girls will be clear at a glance. I have some expectations for girls to study medicine."

"Then let's see the results!"

Soon, time passed little by little, and some people with ideas had already started writing.

But Han Fei was still blank.

"Host, if you keep thinking like this, your time is up!"

Han Fei had some thoughts and said, "I have the answer."

"Has the host guessed the question maker's thoughts?"

Han Fei picked up the pen and said: "That kind of old man has been dealing with prescriptions for most of his life. Ordinary prescriptions will not be discernible. Surprise is the key to victory."

"That makes sense, what prescription does the host plan to submit?"

Han Fei raised a smile and said, "Nature is the best."

After that, she started to write, not necessarily to avoid being discovered. She also deliberately changed the handwriting. She wrote only two sentences eloquently, occupying only one third of the entire white paper. It is extremely rare compared to the situation that others would like to write about.

After Han Fei marked her number on the back, she put down the pen and blew on it to make the handwriting dry faster.

The system couldn't wait any longer and said: "Host, hand it over quickly!"

"Not urgent."

"Then what else do you want to do? Haven't you written the prescription?"

"wait."

"wait?"

"equal."

As Han Fei said that, she actually started to wait. Soon, she heard a long-toned shout coming from outside.

"Number 16 has completed the answer and is sent to trial."

Han Fei smiled. She was no stranger to being the first to win. All she wanted was to get through the first level safely, and she didn't need to be at the speed of first place.

After waiting for five or six people to hand in their answer sheets, Han Fei put on a bamboo hat, summoned someone to collect the answer sheets, and then went out from the back curtain with peace of mind. The results would be announced before sunset. There was no need for her to stay in this narrow place. Small place.

After Han Fei left, the examination room was almost half empty. Tu Menghan put down her pen and looked at her answer sheet. The handwriting on it was beautiful, but her mind recalled the instructions her father gave her before leaving the house.

"Han'er, this comeback is very risky. I hope everything goes well. The prosperity of the family will be entrusted to you. Protecting the glory is a heavy responsibility that we must shoulder. Our Tu family has been hidden in the world for too long, and the historical responsibility of the Tu family will be handed over to you. It will be carried forward in your hands, and I hope it will live up to the last wishes of our ancestors."

Tu Menghan's eyes became firmer and he said secretly, Dad, Menghan will definitely not let you down.