Yu Shaoyan had just returned to his office after a eting. Work had been particularly busy lately because preparations for the application to host the International dical Exchange Support Association were underway. For their country, this was a crucial opportunity to establish significant influence abroad—and this ti, success was imperative.
So, the arrival of these two evaluation experts had beco the current top priority.
Especially since Modu was playing a critical role in the application assessnt process, impressing the experts sufficiently to pass was vital.
Rumor had it that the competition was already being prepared.
Smith and Mike were busy crafting the test questions.
No one would know what curveballs these foreign experts might throw until the competition began.
Over the years, test questions from previous applying countries had already been prepared by the colleges. This ti, they were just waiting for the initial tests to end so they could show them to the students, borrowing insights from other nations.
The preliminary round lasted one day, eliminating eight hundred candidates outright. Only two hundred made it to the second round, where they would face another assessnt before advancing to the final stage.
Bai Xiao stared blankly at the prospect of the second round—she knew there was no chance she’d make it through.
The first segnt was a written test.
Whether for Internal dicine, Surgery, or Traditional Chinese dicine, there was a single exam paper.
Bai Xiao could read the questions perfectly well, but she didn’t recognize any of them.
She had essentially coasted into dical College; while she could barely manage questions on Traditional Chinese dicine, thanks to spending the better part of the past year imrsed in library studies and TCM texts, she had a foundation at least. Coupled with the knowledge she’d accumulated in her previous life, she scraped by.
However, compared to actual TCM students, she was trying to learn in one year what others mastered in four or five years. Even her forr status as a star student ant nothing; in terms of Surgery, it was as though she were fumbling in the dark. Despite watching countless practice videos, her theoretical understanding was nonexistent.
Even a last-minute cram session wouldn’t do her any favors.
Sitting in the classroom, Bai Xiao noted that the proctors were anything but lenient. This wasn’t a matter of petty personal interests—it was a matter of national prestige. Who would joke around when their country’s reputation was at stake? The proctors were dical University’s strictest and most old-fashioned teachers, leaving no room for shortcuts, cheating, or connections.
Looking at the exam paper before her, Bai Xiao found herself at a loss. Having signed up for the Traditional Chinese dicine departnt, the paper naturally focused on all the foundational knowledge of TCM.
But staring at the near-empty exam paper in front of her, Bai Xiao knew—even the passing proctor glanced down and sighed in disappointnt.
Others were writing furiously, while Bai Xiao simply sat there, lost and bewildered.
It was obvious that she was going to hand in a blank sheet.
A headache began to throb in Bai Xiao’s head.
In her previous life, she had been a good student—a top perforr, despite not attending university, due to her diligence and hard work.
Now, even she couldn’t help feeling ashad and humiliated.
She stared at the paper, fretting.
What could she do?
While she hadn’t planned on making it to the finals, she didn’t want to embarrass herself either.
As a doctor at the dical University, Bai Xiao was at least sowhat respected. She couldn’t just disgrace herself here. Her colleague He Juan was also taking this exam; He Juan might not necessarily surpass Bai Xiao in dical skills, but He Juan had studied diligently for four years. A poor score would feel like a slap to Bai Xiao’s na.
Gazing at the paper in a daze, Bai Xiao suddenly had a whimsical thought—if only the exam paper were a patient. She could use her special ability to sweep across it and have all the answers pop up instantly. Wouldn’t that be amazing?
Wait!
Bai Xiao rembered the shooting range incident.
If her ability could alter the trajectory of bullets, what about the exam paper?
Feeling like a criminal, she glanced around nervously, locking eyes with the proctor’s razor-sharp gaze. She obediently lowered her head, pretending to focus on the exam paper.
No need to overthink—it was clear the teacher suspected she was the most likely to cheat today.
Also, seriously? She was surrounded by Internal dicine and Surgery students. Even if she wanted to cheat, would she copy off them? That would just make her a laughingstock!
Clutching the exam paper in one hand and a pen in the other, Bai Xiao subtly activated her special ability.
Soon, Bai Xiao noticed that her pen took on an almost sentient quality.
The blank spaces on the exam paper seed to glow faintly with the answers, guiding her every stroke as if inspired.
Half an hour later, Bai Xiao stretched and stood up.
"What are you doing? Sit down!"
The proctor erupted, having been watching her closely for so ti.
Trying to cheat? Dream on!
Bai Xiao froze in embarrassnt as heads turned toward her—many recognized her.
"Teacher! I’m submitting my paper!"
The proctor scoffed coldly.
After struggling to answer even a few questions, she decided to hand in the paper? Might as well admit she was here just to nap.
"Submit your paper and leave the exam room imdiately. Don’t speak to anyone else!" The proctor sighed helplessly—a beautiful young woman with no real skill—how disappointing society had beco.
Bai Xiao handed the paper to the proctor and slunk out under the gaze of the entire classroom.
The answers weren’t hers—they were the product of high-level cheating, pure and simple.
Bai Xiao felt no sense of pride. Under normal circumstances, she would have never resorted to such asures. Who would have guessed her special ability could function as such an effective cheating tool?
Clearly, she needed to put in serious effort moving forward. Cheating with supernatural powers would never truly be an accomplishnt.
But as she thought about her ability, Bai Xiao realized just how incredible it was.
Her previous self had utterly squandered this gift.
Her failures were simply lantable.
She never imagined that her ability could be used like this—this thod of application was honestly astonishing.
It seed she still had much to learn. Perhaps her ability could transform in countless ways—she now wondered if she should explore unconventional ways of using it to maximize its potential.
Bai Xiao returned ho, deep in thought.
Watching the visibly disheartened Bai Xiao leave, the proctor’s gaze was tinged with contempt. A slacker daring to look for loopholes—who didn’t know that participating in this competition ant securing glory for the country? The competitors would inevitably reap huge benefits—whether in internships, graduate studies, or faculty positions, their paths would open wide.
But to think anyone could take advantage without effort—what a joke.
Picking up Bai Xiao’s paper, expecting blank spaces, the proctor found every section filled out.
The proctor, who held a graduate degree in Traditional Chinese dicine from an esteed lineage, began inspecting the answers, which ranged from dismissive to increasingly intrigued—until, finally, his expression turned jubilant.
Slamming the desk in excitent, he shouted, "Excellent!"
The entire classroom jumped in alarm.
What had gotten into the proctor?
Had he lost his mind?
Noting the students’ stares, the proctor apologized, saying, "Forgive , students. I was overwheld by the brilliance of a particular exam paper and lost my composure. My apologies."
Curiosity ran high among the students—what had Bai Xiao done to leave the proctor so visibly impressed?
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