4906. Chapter 3

A gigantic towering building appeared in front of everyone.

At first glance, the entire building seems to be shrouded in blue vines.

However, upon closer inspection, I found that those vines, all carved on them, were lifelike.

In the center, there is a statue.

It was an old man in a cloak.

Wearing a bamboo hat, holding a medicine hoe in his hand, and carrying a bamboo basket behind his back.

The statue is carved to life.

It's just that his face is blurred, and he can't see it at all.

"Who is that?"

Mo Ziqing asked curiously.

The officer turned his head and replied, "That is the founder of our School of Divinity School."

"Back then, the medical world in the Tianxing Continent was completely barren."

"Later, after the old man came, he established a medical school and taught everyone the art of refining medicine."

"He is the founder of the medical skills of the entire Tianxing Continent."

"Then why is the face carved so blurry?"

"Because the patriarch has a lesson, there is no need to show his image to everyone in the world."

"So, in the statue, deliberately blur his face."

"However, at the top of the Medical God Pavilion, there is a full-length statue of the patriarch. Only elders can visit there."

The clerk explained patiently.

They just came to the main hall and entered their seats one by one.

At this moment, the rumbling bell rang.

Then, a group of old men led by Eguanbo walked in one by one.

Seeing their figures, many people were all excited.

"Wow, they are all masters!"

"Did you see it, it's Dean Xuanqing!"

"That's right!"

"Oh my god, I actually saw Dean Xuanqing! I'm not dreaming, right?"

"Quick, pinch me..."

Ye Qingli's gaze fell on the old man at the front of the crowd.

He was tall and thin, with sunken cheeks.

Wrinkled face.

At first glance, it looks like a dying old man.

However, piercing eyes.

Make him look very different from ordinary people.

From his face, there is no trace of resemblance to Xuan Chen.

Ye Qingli silently took this face to heart.

Behind Xuanqing, there are the other twelve masters.

However, how come there are only eleven people?

Ye Qingli was having a strange time.

Everyone has already taken their seats.

Xuan Qing said with a smile: "Everyone, you are all elites on the mainland. You are welcome to apply for the medical school of theology."

"In the next three years, the college will provide you with all the conditions for you to grow into a famous doctor."

"Thank you, Dean!"

"My God, the dean is so amiable."

"Yeah, I was moved to tears..."

A group of people were so excited that they almost fainted.

"Now, please invite Mo Zhangyuan from Tiangong Institute to bring out the golden bottle."

An officer of the Medical Research Association stood up.

The rules of the lottery were announced loudly.

Actually nothing special.

It is to let each student come before the golden bottle.

Then, try to release all the spiritual power in your body.

Then, the golden bottle will react naturally.

"Everyone pay attention, you must try your best to show your ability."

"That will determine which branch you will be admitted to."

"Once determined, it cannot be changed."

"You'll be studying there for the next three years."

"There's only one chance."

"Please take it seriously."

Next, everyone went up one by one.