Chapter 146 Miscellaneous

The Healer Association includes those like Wen Le, who have mentors or the backing of large families and conglomerates, as well as independent healers with limited connections and resources. Yu Tang had initially expected recruitment to be difficult, believing that three-star healers wouldn't be interested. He had already planned to recruit for a long-term position, but he didn't expect someone to message him within minutes of posting the job posting on the Association's website.

They'd even been arguing privately. After all, Wen Le's offer was quite generous, and he had a legendary teacher. As the saying goes, "It's good to lean on a big tree for shade." With a successful application, there would be no worries about resources or connections. So, everyone was vying for the two spots, and if they weren't embarrassed, even the senior therapists would have joined in.

They were reluctant to apply but did not want to miss such a rare opportunity, so they contacted their younger generations at home and asked them to apply and get the position.

The job posting stated they were looking for a low-level therapist who could treat general injuries and meet the daily needs of the clinic. They all felt that even if their youngster wasn't very promising, he would definitely be better than other children. So, wouldn't it be easy to get him if he applied?

As for the other spot, they wouldn't even consider it. If their naughty kid could become a three-star healer, they wouldn't have to worry so much. Wouldn't it be more pleasant to just drink tea, plant flowers, play chess, and chat with old friends? It was because these naughty kids couldn't stand up on their own and they had to worry about them.

Thinking about it this way, and then looking at Wen Le, who has already managed to run a clinic that's already hiring, comparing him to his own naughty child makes me want to go home and give him a beating. It's true that comparing people can only lead to death, and comparing goods can only lead to throwing them away.

You can't just feel bad yourself; you have to make your friends feel bad too. No, that's what it means to share good things. So, everyone unanimously shared the news of Wenle Clinic's recruitment with their old friends. It was originally a fairly commonplace event, but thanks to these influential people who were eager to see the fun, it became known to everyone in the association.

Everyone's attention turned to Wen Le's small clinic. It was so lively that Yu Tang's computer was almost blown up by the therapists who signed up for the job.

It's no wonder everyone's so excited. There's only so much of this resource, and whoever grabs it gets it. Otherwise, even the best offers are useless if you don't get them. Besides, it's better to look at the Buddha than the monk. That great Buddha isn't easily seen. If you're chosen, you might even be able to ask for an autograph or something, then post it on your profile and let thousands of netizens envy you. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

There are quite a few people who have this idea of ​​encountering their idol by chance, but they just don't want to say it out loud.

Some therapists with ample resources are secretly competing for this spot, trying to see who will ultimately be successful. They act as if whoever succeeds is the boss.

So Yu Tang’s computer was directly blown up by these people.

Neither Wen Le nor Yu Tang had anticipated this outcome and were completely stunned. Wasn't it said that therapists were reserved? This wasn't what they'd agreed upon!

The two were stunned for a moment, and Wen Le immediately made the decision: "Since there are so many applicants, let's hold an open recruitment."

Yu Tang immediately recalled how he had gone through so much hardship to overcome all sorts of bizarre tests and finally stand out from thousands of competitors. A sudden thought came to his mind, and he assured Wen Le with a smile, "Don't worry, Boss. I'll take care of this. I guarantee that we'll recruit two of the best therapists for our clinic."

This is related to his future performance. Whether his career can be promoted to the next level depends on this recruitment. He attaches more importance to it than anyone else.

He was still very confident in Tang Wenle, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you can do whatever you want." He believed that Yu Tang knew his limits and would not do anything to offend others.

After discussing it with Yu Tang, Wen Le put the recruitment matter aside and focused on training. With final exams approaching, he was very busy. Yu Tang didn't disappoint Wen Le, completing the task in just a week. The therapists hired were all freelancers with limited backgrounds, but their skills were considered above average for their peers. The three-star therapist in charge was Wu Xue, a 52-year-old Asian woman, considered relatively young for the therapists.

As for the other one-star therapist, Zhu Fite, a European-Asian, energetic 31-year-old, Yu Tang described him as the polar opposite of Wu Xueyi. One was too mature, looking more like a retired veteran over a century old than a 52-year-old. The other was too erratic, and sometimes it was impossible to follow his train of thought. If it weren't for his excellent communication skills and genuine expertise, Yu Tang wouldn't have wanted to hire someone like him; it was exhausting to work with him.

Wen Le listened to Yu Tang's complaints in the video and wanted to join in. A 52-year-old who was more mature than not was actually considered too old... For someone like him, a typical Earthling at heart, he didn't know what to say. But considering that the average life expectancy in the interstellar age was over 200, fifty-something did seem quite youthful by comparison.

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Once the clinic was properly run, Wen Le completely abandoned it, devoting himself to training. If it weren't for the monthly shipment of medicine to the clinic, Yu Tang and the others would have forgotten they even had a boss. He even complained to him, effectively stabbing Wen Le in the heart.

Wen Le decided to stab Yu Tang in the back, doubling his workload. Hadn't he promised him that as long as the pharmacy stock remained high, he could open a branch clinic within six months? It had been almost six months, so it was time to get the branch clinic off the ground. Let's get started.

What's more, how can you imagine a boss who's hustling like a dog while his employees are idle and idle, flirting with the boss? They all need to be pushed out to work! Do you think it's that easy to get paid?

Wen Le secretly plotted how to increase Yu Tang's workload. The saying that idle employees are prone to trouble was fully embodied in this guy; he absolutely couldn't be left idle. Yu Tang had no idea that his impulsive act of provoking his boss meant he was being targeted for more work. If he knew, he'd probably burst into tears.

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Time flies when you have something to do. By the time the tenth therapist joined Wen Le's clinic, he was nearing graduation and busy preparing for his final exams. They had already completed all the theoretical exams the previous semester, so this final exam was all about practical work. They were even asked to sign a life-or-death agreement before the exam. Although the school repeatedly emphasized that the final exams were not dangerous, at least in the past ten years, there hadn't been any major fatalities, that didn't mean they weren't.

Even if no one dies, some students may be seriously injured during the exam. There are even a very small number of students who suffer a huge psychological shock due to certain special reasons, which leads to mental collapse. This kind of psychological trauma is often difficult to cure, and it is even a question whether they can live a normal life in the end.

Even though there have only been a few such instances over the years, they still highlight just how dangerous the school's graduation exams are. As everyone knows, the Imperial Capital Military Academy's graduation exams are always a real fight. Graduates must fight their way through the missions and receive a comprehensive score based on their overall assessment before receiving their diplomas.

This diploma is also graded. Higher scores mean higher diplomas, while lower scores mean lower diplomas. The diplomas are ranked from high to low: S, A, B, and C. Correspondingly, candidates' fate is determined by these grades. High-ranking legions are highly sought after, while lower-ranking ones are accepted by the lower-ranking ordinary legions. While ordinary legions offer a higher level of security and don't involve high-risk missions, it's unlikely that any student would be willing to join them.

After all, we graduated from the same school. My classmates all went to those big military regiments, but I ended up in a regular military regiment. No matter how I thought about it, I felt resigned. To be more realistic, not only would it be embarrassing, but my future prospects would be inferior to theirs. From the very beginning, my starting point was lower than theirs, and unless I could achieve first-class merit in a major mission, I would never be able to compare with them in this life.

Although they both graduated from prestigious universities, the gap between them is huge.

Compared to other graduating classes, Class A was under far greater pressure. If their graduation exam scores weren't as good as the other classes, they could all go home and farm sweet potatoes. As for the large army of people, they would definitely lose all their job offers, and their previous internship qualifications would be revoked as well. Not only would their future be ruined, but it would also be humiliating. I'm afraid they would all be nailed to the school's wall of shame for younger students to admire, and every instructor would use them as negative examples to teach their younger students. That would be truly infamous.

Instructor Li stopped pressuring them at this point, saying, "We don't expect you to get an S, a B+ is enough to break even. An A or A+ would be best, but don't force it if you can't. Graduation grade isn't everything. As always, safety comes first; ranking and other things are secondary. Otherwise, even a high grade won't matter if you're not there."

After a pause, Instructor Li continued, "If you're gone, the school will definitely not give you a graduation grade. After all, you have to exchange that for compensation, and you definitely won't be able to use that money."

The students booed immediately after hearing these words. They said Instructor Li simply didn't wish them well. He was saying such discouraging things before the exam even started. What did he mean by "death"? They still had so much youth to spend, so how could he ruin their spirits?

Instructor Li waited until they had enough booing before speaking seriously, "I'm not kidding you. As someone who's been through this, I want to tell you that the grade on your diploma isn't the most important thing. Your future is determined by yourselves. A capable person is a dragon wherever they go, while an incompetent person would still be a worm even if thrown into the First Regiment. As your instructor, I sincerely hope that you can put your safety first, not so-called rankings or grades."

As I said, if you are a good person, you will have many opportunities in the future. This is your greatest asset. Everything else is nonsense."

Instructor Li repeatedly stressed the importance of safety. The students in Class A put away their smiles and earnestly assured him that safety would be their top priority. It was always better to heed the lessons of the past; none of them could guarantee they wouldn't end up like that unlucky kid.