Rebirth of the Heavenly Empress

The topic of this test paper is some medicine lists.

Pharmacists all know that fusing different medicinal materials together to form a new medicine is the only way for every pharmacist.

Therefore, Mr. Zhuge specially selected ten kinds of medicinal materials that were mutually restrained and could not be combined together, in order to test the most basic abilities of these young pharmacists.

Mr. Zhuge worked hard to create such a big scene, so naturally he wanted to find an apprentice who best suited his wishes.

So when these invigilators and pharmacists were present, they also browsed through these papers.

The questions asked by Mr. Zhuge are naturally not simple, so most people have lists of two to three types of medicines, or even one type.

"Master Zhuge, this is a list of four potions." One person picked up a piece of paper and showed it to Mr. Zhuge. "I have never seen the last one among them. Please show it to me."

Mr. Zhuge understood that most of the papers were in three types and two types. This was the first time he saw four types. He reached out and took it over to take a look.

A smile finally appeared on the cold face, "The last potion list is well written."

"That's four kinds." This was the first time the invigilator heard the word "not bad" from Mr. Zhuge, and then he looked at the signature at the bottom, "Yang Chen, who should be from the Yang family, actually wrote four kinds, Give him 80 points."

It's 20 points for writing a list of medicines. This person wrote four, so he naturally gets 80 points.

At the same time, he was also starving in his heart. He thought that if he asked people to inquire about this Yang Chen, he actually got Mr. Zhuge to praise him. He should not be underestimated in the future.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhuge shook his head at this time, "There is no eighty, he only wrote three medicines correctly."

"Didn't you say that the last one was correct?" The invigilator was stunned for a moment.

"The last one is correct, but the previous one is wrong," Mr. Zhuge put down the paper. "But it's really good to be able to write the last one. There are not many people overseas who can write it. Give him 70."

"Okay." The invigilator was shocked when he heard that few people overseas could write it. He was even more interested in Yang Chen.

At this time, another person pulled out a piece of paper. He looked at the paper with a look of horror on his face, "Mr. Zhuge, someone here has written a list of six medicines."

Because there were many people participating in the competition, the invigilators specially selected some outstanding answers for Mr. Zhuge to see.

Mr. Zhuge took it and took a look. When he saw the test paper, his eyes lit up, "These six medicine lists are really rare."

He glanced at the signature and saw the words "Fu Meng". A trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, "This Fu Meng is indeed well-deserved."

There were other people in the room. As soon as they saw Mr. Zhuge like this, they knew that this time, it was a dream that won the championship.

But this is something that everyone recognizes, and no one has any other opinions.

Mr. Zhuge read Fu Mengda's six potions several times before putting them down.

But he didn't leave at this time, and waited for a while. After waiting for a long time, no one came over with other answer sheets. Mr. Zhuge narrowed his eyes slightly, and he naturally thought of Su Huiqing from before.

A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then he walked out.

He is Mr. Zhuge after all, and there are many things to do besides being here.

Mr. Zhuge didn't know that not long after he left, someone dug out one of Su Huiqing's answer sheets.

"Come and take a look!" The examiner who turned over Su Huiqing's answer sheet looked at the list of nine potions, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he quickly called to his companion, "Let's go find Mr. Zhuge!"

"What's the matter? You're so surprised?" When his companion saw him like this, he couldn't help but walked over and took a look.

When he first saw the list of nine potions, he froze on the spot just like the person just now, holding the corners of the paper with his fingers and still shaking a little.

"There are nine types?" His voice was trembling, "Miss Fumeng only has six types, right?"

"Yes!" The other person nodded, not caring about other papers, "Let's go find Mr. Zhuge!"

This is definitely a big deal.

But before he could walk out, his companion suddenly grabbed him and said, "Wait a minute, look at the name in the corner."

The man thought about it, and looked at which company produced a group of dark horses, and they even surpassed the dream.

Unexpectedly, there was a name in the corner that he had never seen before, "Su Huiqing, which company is this from?"

"I have heard of it," my companion recalled what Fu Meng said to Su Huiqing in the square before. "He is the person who has caused a lot of trouble in the city recently. I heard from Miss Fu Meng that he seems to have some connection with the Miracle Doctor Sect. By the way, She is in the physical training class of No. 1 School."

Upon hearing this, the person who was excited to find Mr. Zhuge suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face disappeared, and then he raised the paper in his hand, glanced at it, and sighed.

When the others heard this, they all shook their heads, and their expressions of excitement and curiosity disappeared.

I originally thought it was a dark horse that suddenly appeared like that Yang Chen, but I didn't expect it to be someone I had never heard of before, a cultivator who could casually write out a list of nine medicines.

If this is really possible, then these teachers should not be killed head-on.

Presumably, these nine types were written randomly.