Chapter 217 Written Exam, Level-Restricted Master
Upon hearing this, Kong Wange turned her head to look at the girl, and her first reaction was that this little girl was very endearing.
She was wearing white overalls, a bright yellow T-shirt underneath, and simple canvas shoes.
Her hair was braided into two small braids that hung down to her collarbone, with wispy bangs framing her forehead. Her skin was fair and radiant, and her large, round eyes were bright and expressive.
She has a bit of baby fat, and when she smiles, she has two adorable dimples on her cheeks that melt anyone's heart.
Kong Wange's mood inexplicably improved, and she couldn't help but smile and say, "There's nothing to see, it's all here."
She gently nodded her head.
The sweet girl looked on with envy: "I really admire you guys with good memories. You can remember something after seeing it twice. Unlike me, sigh, I'm practically trying to remember it by hanging my head from the rafters and pricking my thigh with an awl, but I still can't remember it."
Seeing how adorable the little girl was, Kong Wange said a few more words: "Memorization and recitation are the foundation of traditional Chinese medicine, but just reciting is not enough. The upcoming semi-finals will test your practical skills. You need to know how to apply what you've learned, because when facing specific patients, plans can never keep up with changes."
The sweet girl looked at Kong Wange with admiration: "Wow, Miss, you're exactly the same as my teacher said. I'm betting on you to be the dark horse of this year's competition!"
"Tsk, this is ridiculous. These days, anyone can pretend to be an expert and a teacher. When did the threshold for traditional Chinese medicine become so low?"
Before Kong Wange could speak, a disdainful sneer came from not far away.
She looked up and saw a young girl with exquisite makeup walking towards her.
The girl was wearing a pink tutu, and four servants followed behind her: one carried her bag, one held an umbrella for her, one carried her water, and one fanned her.
The sweet girl stared with her big, round eyes and feigned surprise, saying, "Tsk, isn't this Miss Wen from a family of doctors? Why do you also need to participate in the competition and compete with us commoners for hospital admission spots?"
Wen Xiaoxiao's aura hardened, and she said coldly, "Zhou Qiao, are you doing this on purpose?"
Everyone in Kyoto knows that the Wen family canceled their quota this year, and she was forced to participate in the competition to compete for a spot in order to enter the Imperial Academy.
This week, Qiao feigned innocence, clearly mocking her.
Zhou Qiao squinted and curled the corners of her mouth, saying, "Sorry, I forgot that your family didn't have a quota this year. But, are you here to compete or to have a beauty pageant? This is too exaggerated, isn't it?"
Wen Xiaoxiao glared at her disdainfully and said, "You country bumpkin who's never seen the world, destined to work for others your whole life."
Zhou Qiao wasn't annoyed. She shook her head and continued to judge: "Not only is she boastful, but she also has a foul mouth. Only your comment was fair." She looked her up and down and said: "The threshold for traditional Chinese medicine is indeed a bit low now."
Wen Xiaoxiao, stung by the attack, lifted her skirt and lunged at Zhou Qiao without a word: "Zhou Qiao, I'll tear your stinking mouth apart!"
She used all her strength in that move, but unexpectedly stepped on the hem of her own skirt, lost control of her direction, and fell towards Kong Wange instead.
"Hey, miss, move aside!" Zhou Qiao shouted.
Kong Wange reacted faster than Zhou Qiao spoke. She tilted slightly to the side, and Wen Xiaoxiao fell flat on her face.
"Ouch..." She was quite hard from the fall, and turned to the stunned servants, saying, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and help me up!"
The group then hurriedly helped her up.
Without saying a word, Wen Xiaoxiao got up and started hitting Kong Wange in the face.
Kong Wange's expression turned cold, and she grabbed her wrist.
Wen Xiaoxiao, used to throwing her weight around because of the Wen family's reputation, looked at him with disbelief: "You actually dare to hide!"
Kong Wange slapped him back, coldly saying, "Not only do I dare to dodge, but I also dare to retaliate. Does the Wen family have no one left, that they would send out someone like you?"
After saying that, she shook off her hand, turned around, took out a wet wipe, wiped herself, and casually threw it into the trash can next to her.
Wen Xiaoxiao covered her face, about to kick him, when the organizers suddenly called out their names: "The semi-finals begin. Wen Xiaoxiao, Xu Keyun, Kong Wange... get ready."
Wen Xiaoxiao glared at her fiercely: "You just wait, this isn't over!"
Kong Wange sneered, "Are you done yet? Beat me on the field first. Let me tell you, I am the Kong Wange you just mentioned. It just so happens that we are in the same group."
Wen Xiaoxiao flung her sleeves and stormed into the arena.
Zhou Qiao was shocked and gave Kong Wange a thumbs up: "Miss, you're so cool! But you just arrived in Kyoto and don't know her yet, right? She's from the Wen family. I usually just banter with her, but you actually dared to hit her. She's really angry this time. You've gotten yourself into trouble."
Kong Wange gently curled her lips: "It's good that you're angry, so that my slap wasn't in vain."
"What, did you hit her on purpose to make her angry?" Zhou Qiao asked, looking puzzled.
Kong Wange smiled mysteriously: "It's a secret, but... you and her are very close?"
Zhou Qiao scratched the back of her head: "Me? Hehe, I met her at the Kyoto Campus Talent Competition. We were representatives of our respective schools. We were natural enemies, mortal foes, and had been arguing for many years."
Kong Wange said knowingly, "Oh, so you're arch-rivals. Alright, it'll be our group's turn soon. I'll go in first. Good luck to you too."
"Sigh, I can't keep going. I'm a complete academic failure. My family forced me to participate in the competition, insisting that I try my luck. Don't worry, miss, I'm just here for a first-round exit. I definitely won't make it to the finals. I'm not your competitor!"
Kong Wange now truly believes that this girl is not only cute in appearance, but also in personality.
She patted her on the shoulder: "Maybe you'll be lucky this time? Since you're already here, try your best to compete well."
Zhou Qiao nodded and gestured to Kong Wange: "Go for it, Miss! Try your best to take down that annoying Wen Xiaoxiao!"
Kong Wange smiled, said nothing more, and turned to enter the arena.
Seeing that Kong Wange had walked away, Zhou Qiao quickly took out her phone to search for Kong Wange's results in the preliminary round. She wanted to admire this confident and cool young lady.
But when the search results appeared, she was stunned.
Kong Wange: Written test score 61, ranked 205th.
Zhou Qiao: "..."
...
The semi-final stage.
It's bigger than Kong Wange imagined.
At the very front of the room sat three patients.
The host said from the side: "Contestants, the three patients in front of you are suffering from different illnesses. Your task is to identify the illness of each patient and prescribe the appropriate medicine. You have half an hour. Begin."
At the signal to begin, everyone rushed to the patient and began to examine, listen, inquire, and feel the pulse.
Kong Wange didn't follow the trend; instead, she first observed the patient's condition from a distance.
Once everyone had returned and started writing furiously, Kong Wange calmly stepped forward to take the pulses of each patient.
As she passed Wen Xiaoxiao, she gave herself a defiant look.
Kong Wange ignored it and wrote down her own judgment.
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