Here, Lin Lan broke the jar and broke it, holding the sandalwood box and making a contemplative appearance on the surface, but in fact, he was already in the sky.

Over there, most of the candidates desperately sniffed the smell of medicinal herbs, scratched their ears and cheeks, and wrote a few words from time to time, hoping to guess a few more points.

Zhang Xiaoling is also rare and serious, "Well, it's a bit bitter and sour, presumably one of them is ......"

Pick up the pen and write the words "sour grass", and the manuscript paper in front of her adds up to seven flavors of medicinal herbs.

She bit the tip of her pen and thought, "What are the remaining three flavors?" ”

The examination room was silent, except for the soft sound of fiddling with the pill box.

What was shown in front of the examiners was that everyone was meditating and thinking, and Lin Lan was calm and relaxed.

"This level not only tests rich pharmacological experience, but also requires the doctor's sense of smell and perception talent, old Murong, you are very ruthless!" Zhang Changjun quipped.

"The topics are all decided by lottery, and the old man doesn't dare to make a claim," the Lord of the Murong Pavilion replied solemnly, "Besides, isn't this more exciting?" ”

The two adults looked at each other tacitly, as if there were sparks, and then they both turned their heads to look in Lin Lan's direction.

The little girl is there, tilting her head and thinking, that is...... I didn't put pen to paper for a long time, and the manuscript paper on the table was blank.

As the time passed, the Lord of the Murong Pavilion couldn't help but cough lightly, and reminded him in a loud voice, "Everyone hurry up, there is only half a pillar of incense kung fu, and the answers that should be filled in should be filled in quickly." ”

Lin Lan looked up, and saw two medical masters staring at him, his eyes were bright and bright, as if he wanted to stare out of a hole in his body.

She gave an awkward but polite smile and a gesture of "uh, what are you staring at me?" I really can't!

Don't pretend, write quickly! The old pavilion master of Murong blew his beard, and the meaning was obvious.

Girl, I'm optimistic about you! Zhang Changjun threw out a look full of encouragement.

Lin Lan took a deep breath, didn't she just fill in the answer, okay, just write a few drug names just by writing him three seven twenty-one.

Of course, the gesture gets in place. She followed the example of the other candidates, took the pill box and sniffed it a few times.

Just as she was about to fill in the answer, something unexpected happened to her.

As she focused her attention, Mo Lian moved. No longer like the lazy appearance before, Mo Lian danced lightly on the leaves, conveying a message: "It's so fragrant, numb, you want to eat, you want to eat ......"

Subsequently, the image of the drug came to my mind, turning vividly. Feelings, Xiao Molian can read medicine?!

Lin Lan was overjoyed and coaxed Xiao Molian, "Good baby, quick, tell Ma Ma the names of these medicines." ”

"Hmm, I really want to eat ......"

"Tell Ma Ma what these drugs are, and Ma Ma will give it to you!" She tried to abduct with food.

"Eat ......"

"What's this medicine called?"

"Hmm......"

Embarrassment, Lin Lan gave up, and her intelligence was too low to communicate.

It seems that it still doesn't work, after all, Mo Lian was seriously damaged, so she turned on the first weight, and the reason why these pictures popped up may be that she took the medicine in the box as food.

Seeing the expressions of the two bigwigs who were about to eat people, Lin Lan's heart was horizontal, and he began to draw ghost talismans with his pen. Anyway, she didn't know the name of the medicine, so she simply depicted the image given by Molian in the sea, as for whether the painting was good or not, whether it could be counted or not, it was no longer in the scope of consideration.

It's just that the brush is too thick, and it's really hard to draw Lingzhi.

"Huh? Didn't you say ten kinds of medicinal herbs? How did Mo Lian give eleven patterns? Lin Lan counted, a little confused, but she didn't have time to think about it, and the whole painting was finished.

That's right, watching Lin Lan write hard, the examiner was also relieved. The two bigwigs are very sweet, but don't drop the chain too much.

The incense in the incense burner gradually shortens and eventually burns to ashes.

On the field, only Lin Lan was still answering the question, after all, the name of the medicine was very short, and everyone who could guess it had already filled it in, how could she draw it for a long time like her?

"Stop!"

The examiner snorted, Lin Lan almost couldn't hold the pen, and finally the last "stick figure" was completed.

The exam papers were put away, but by the time they arrived at Lin Lan, they had become a small stack......

It takes a little time for the examiner to revise the paper, announcing that the candidates can take a short intermission. As soon as the voice fell, the examinee complained.

"What to do, there are only five medicinal herbs that I am sure of, and the others are all blind."

"Five is already good, I guess it can be three for three."

"Lao Bian, how did you do in the exam?"

"I'm old, and my nose isn't very bright. Guessing ......"

"Alas...... By the way, in your answers, is there any blind grass? ”

……

For a while, some doctors in the examination room answered each other, some looked stunned and silent, but Zhang Xiaoling looked full of ambition, she stuck her waist, paced towards Lin Lan, and asked, "Hey, Mo Lian, how many points can you get?" ”

Lin Lan didn't expect her to come to talk, and smiled, this girl is a competitive character.

"I didn't even write down the name of the medicine."

"Really? So what have you been doing for so long? ”

Lin Lan was about to answer, when a good smell of medicine suddenly came from her side, and the purple clothes flashed into her eyes.

"Hello, Miss Molian." Ink dust pushes the wheelchair path.

"Little sick seedling, there are two of us here, why do you only have Mo Lian in your eyes and don't greet this girl?" Zhang Xiaoling was a little dissatisfied, but still expressed her concern for Fa Xiao, "I haven't seen you for a few years, you are still the same, how is your health?" ”

The young man looked at Lin Lan with deep meaning, and his voice was soothing, "It's still the same, but hope has appeared." ”

"Uncle Mo has found news for you?"

Mo Zhanchen smiled slightly, and did not answer,

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