Jiang Youyu was like a bird, holding a registration slip in his hand, bending down to squeeze out of the crowd.

waited until he was outside the field, and then put his hands on his waist and sighed.

Hengdao College has set up a total of five registration points in Beijing.

As a result, she thought that the number of people signing up at each station would be relatively small, but it turned out to be so crowded that she felt that the air was about to be squeezed out.

"Eh, you're also in the first group?" Just as he was about to leave, a crisp and lovely voice came to his ears.

Jiang Youyu turned her head to see that she was a very beautiful girl.

So he replied, "Well, you too?" ”

"Yes, my name is Liu Ruoyan, and I am the daughter of Liu Yun, the head of the household, what about you?"

"My name is Jiang Youyu, I am, I'm from Luming Town. Oh oh, by the way, do you know how this preliminary round is compared? ”

"The preliminary round is actually a competition of 20 people, and the winner has the opportunity to enter the next round of the competition, where the number of people is halved.

And so on until the number of people is reduced to a certain number, and then take the test on the one you are good at. ”

"I see, let's work together."

"Well, okay, then I'll go first, we'll see you on the field."

"Mmmm, okay" Jiang Youyu responded, jumped around and left with the list.

Liu Ruoyan looked at her leaving back thoughtfully, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared.

After a while, a man dressed as a maid came up and said:

"Miss, I've already inquired about them all, in this group of the preliminary round, there are twelve people who are just civilians, and they have some talent, but they have only learned a few tricks of three-legged cat kung fu."

"Although the other few have some identity backgrounds, it's just that what they report is nothing more than some cookie-cutter things like piano and dance, Miss can rest assured, as for the last Jiang Youyu-"

"She's a doctor"

"Medical? Isn't that the same as Miss? ”

"She said that she is from Luming Town, you find someone to find out, what is her identity, what is the role of medical skills, this time, there must be no accidents."

"Don't worry, miss, I'll investigate it clearly."

——

In the evening, King Chen's Mansion

Jun Mohan leaned back in his chair and quietly looked at the registration form on the table.

Jiang Youyu, female, sixteen years old, registered in Luming Town, good at medical science——

Tianlin established the country with force, and even the lowest-level soldiers had at least more than thirty percent of their internal strength

Therefore, if you want to become a very good healer, all your martial arts skills must not be low.

Otherwise, even if you are proficient in medical science, your true qi will not be able to run, and it is very likely that you will not be able to detoxify and save people's lives.

Therefore, in Tianlin, if a person is a well-known doctor, it also means that he is a martial artist.

The more profound the medical skills, the higher the internal force.

However, Jiang Youyu was an accident, perhaps because of her physique, she was born unable to exercise internal strength.

In this way, in principle, she can't be a doctor who can solve many problems, but this is another accident for her.

In the ten years of studying medicine, she couldn't solve ordinary internal injuries, but she accidentally cured many incurable diseases that couldn't be solved in the medical hall.

Gradually, this matter was spread by uninformed people:

The little lady of the Jiang family has superb medical skills, she doesn't care about minor injuries and illnesses, and she finds a way to solve the difficult diseases, no matter how Jiang Youyu explains it to others, she can't explain it clearly.

Thinking of this, Jun Mohan felt a little funny.

He walked over to the bookshelf in the room and turned the body of a jade incense burner on it, revealing a layer of darkness in the middle of the shelf.

Underneath there was an iron chest with gold-encrusted corners, the corners of which had been ground to some friction.

The color of the locked bar is brighter than the rest of the place, and I think it has been some year.

Jun Mohan skillfully opened the lock of the iron box, and what appeared in front of him was a box full of drawing paper.

There is no watch, but it is very well preserved, except that some of the drawing paper has been yellowed a little.