Chapter 691
The title of this paper is a list of medicines.
Pharmacists all know that it is the only way for every pharmacist to combine different herbs into a new medicine.
Therefore, Mr. Zhuge specially selected ten kinds of herbs which could not be combined with each other in order to test the basic abilities of these young pharmacists.
Mr. Zhuge tried his best to make such a big scene. Naturally, he wanted to find an apprentice who was most suitable for his own mind.
So in the presence of these invigilator pharmacists, they also went through these papers.
Of course, the title given by Mr. Zhuge is not simple, so most people have two or three kinds of medicine lists, and even one kind.
"Master Zhuge, this is a list of four kinds of medicine," one man picked up a piece of paper and showed it to Mr. Zhuge. "I haven't seen the last one of them. Please have a look."
Mr. Zhuge understood that most of the papers were of three kinds and two kinds. This was the first time he saw four kinds of papers. He reached out and took them.
Finally, a smile appeared on his cold face. "The last medicine list is good."
"There are four kinds of them," the invigilator heard the word "good" from Mr. Zhuge for the first time, and then looked at the signature at the bottom, "Yang Chen, who should be from the Yang family, wrote four kinds and gave him 80 points."
Write a list of medicine 20 points, this person wrote four, naturally 80 points.
At the same time, he also played the game of starvation in his heart. He estimated that people could inquire about this Yang Chen, and he even let Mr. Zhuge praise him, which should not be underestimated in the future.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhuge shook his head. "There is no 80 points. He only wrote the right three kinds of medicine."
"Didn't you say the last one was right?" The invigilator was stunned.
"The last one is right, but the first one is wrong," Mr. Zhuge put the paper down. "But it's good to write the last one. There are few overseas people who can write it. Give him 70."
"Good." As soon as the invigilator heard that there were few overseas students who could write it out, the invigilator was shocked, and he was more interested in Yang Chen.
At this time, another man turned out a piece of paper. He looked at the paper, and his face was a little frightened. "Mr. Zhuge, someone here has written a list of six kinds of medicine."
Because there were a lot of people taking part in the competition, the invigilator teachers specially picked out some out of the way answers to Mr. Zhuge.
Mr. Zhuge took a look and saw the test paper. As expected, his eyes brightened. "These six kinds of medicine list are really rare."
He took a look at his signature and saw the words "floating dream". A trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. "This floating dream really deserves its reputation."
There are other people in the room. As soon as you see Mr. Zhuge in this way, you will know that this time, it is a dream of floating.
However, this is a matter recognized by all people, but no one has other views.
Mr. Zhuge looked over and over the six kinds of medicaments in Fumeng answer several times before putting it down.
However, he did not leave at this time. After waiting for a while in the same place for a long time, there was no one to bring other answers. Mr. Zhuge squinted slightly. Naturally, he thought of Su Huiqing before.
A glimmer of disappointment flashed through the bottom of her eyes, then she lifted her feet and went out.
After all, he is Mr. Zhuge. Besides being here, he has a lot to do.
Mr. Zhuge didn't know. Not long after he left, someone turned up an answer sheet from Su Huiqing.
"You have a look!" The examiner who turned to Su Huiqing's answer sheet looked at the list of nine kinds of medicine, and his face showed a look of horror. He quickly called to his companion, "let's find Mr. Zhuge!"
"What's the matter When his companion saw him like this, he could not help but walk over and take a look.
At first sight of the list of nine kinds of medicine, he was just like the man who had just been stunned. His fingers were holding the corner of the paper and shaking.
"Nine?" His voice was trembling, "Miss Fumeng, there are only six kinds of them?"
"Yes Another person nodded and ignored other papers. "Let's go to Mr. Zhuge!"
This is definitely a big deal.
But before going out, the companion suddenly pulled him, "wait, you see the name of the corner."
The man thought about it, to see which family produced a group of black horses, even floating dream than in the past.
But at the corner was a name he had never seen before. "Su Huiqing, which family is this?"
"I've heard of it," my companion recalled what he had said to Su Huiqing in the square before. "It's the one who has made a lot of trouble in the city recently. I heard Miss Fumeng say that she seems to have some connection with the miracle doctor. By the way, she is from the physical training class of the first school."
On hearing this, the excited man who wanted to find Mr. Zhuge suddenly stopped.
The smile on his face disappeared, and then he raised the paper in his hand and looked at it with a sigh.
The others also shook their heads when they heard the speech, and there was no excited and curious look on their faces.Originally thought it was just like Yang Chen, the black horse suddenly came out. Unexpectedly, he was a person who had never heard of it. He was also a practitioner. He could easily write a list of nine kinds of potions.
If this is really possible, then their teachers should not run into each other.
Presumably, these nine kinds are all scribbled casually.
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