For others, the platform was only about as high as a desk. But for the little one, it was so tall that she had no choice but to clamber up onto it, a sight that utterly chard the surrounding audience.
"So cute," many people praised.
"It makes
want to have a daughter," many won remarked, and one, in particular, voiced the thought.
"Alright, then let's have a daughter," her man replied.
"No, you're too ugly. A daughter we had couldn't possibly be this cute. Let's just have a boy instead."
"..." The words were absolutely devastating; the man's face fell.
A prescription was engraved on the platform, but it didn't specify any quantities. This was seriously ssed up; how was anyone supposed to make the dicine without knowing the proportions? For so ingredients, using too much or too little could create a world of difference in the dicine's efficacy. Such things were known to happen.
Huangfu Huisheng and the other practitioners of Chinese dicine, along with so Western doctors, all shook their heads and sighed as they began to ponder a solution.
The little one, anwhile, didn't share their troubles. She was actually delighted, having realized she could recognize all the characters on the platform.
With my level of skill, do I even need to go to kindergarten? I refuse, absolutely! Standing on the platform, the little one giggled to herself. To her, kindergarten was the newbie village. She never wanted to go back.
Her little head turned. Her big, bright, adorable eyes scanned the area, noting the pained expressions on many of the physicians' faces. She glanced at Huangfu Huisheng and his grandson, Huangfu Jiusi, on either side of her. They seed calr than the others, but they too were frowning slightly, contemplating how to prepare the dicine. The little one looked back at the platform, recalling the Art of Alchemy her father had taught her. It never ntioned using specific quantities of ingredients; it was all about extracting the essence! Thus, the problem that troubled everyone else was completely irrelevant to her. Every dical field had its own strengths.
For example, as a novel by Zeng Jin once put it: "The old masters hidden away in the wilderness may not know of the world's many martial arts, but every school of Cultivation has its own unique strengths."
As the little one shifted her focus back to her own task, Huangfu Jiusi glanced at her, then shot a scornful look toward Wu Tian in the audience. Heh, Wu Tian, he sneered inwardly. Are you so afraid of losing to
that you sent your daughter to compete instead? Haha, she's cute, I'll give you that, but in the end, she'll be nothing but a laughingstock.
His grandfather, Huangfu Huisheng, had personally taught him, which was why he considered himself senior enough to call even Zhang Fengtian his junior brother. In addition to his deep family knowledge, he was also a top student at dical university. He had absolute confidence he would win this Divine Doctor Conference. He felt the Divine Doctor Conference was practically tailor-made for him, created for this very mont of glory. He was destined to make a na for himself here, graduate early from dical university, and beco a true Divine Doctor.
「In the square.」
All the physicians were staring at the prescription engraved on the platform, reading it over and over. Finally, so began to act.
The Western doctors were initially the first to move, using scientific instrunts to calculate the correct ratios for the listed herbs. But at that very mont, soone acted even faster. The grandfather-grandson pair, Huangfu Huisheng and Huangfu Jiusi, were the first to retrieve herbs from below the platform and imdiately began to cook them. They knew the exact proportions for each herb because they had seen this prescription before.
The existence of the Chinese dicine Association was not without rit; civilians who had family formulas or folk redies could submit them in exchange for one or two hundred yuan. They went straight to boiling the herbs. Their task was simply to filter out the dregs and then boil the liquid down into a paste. Besides pastes, Chinese dicine also ca in the form of pills, powders, and elixirs.
After a while, so Western doctors finally calculated the required quantities and proportions and began their work. They utilized a Chinese preparation thod, the Micro-Pill Technique, but added another step: film-coating. This was an improvent adapted from modern Western pharmaceutical technology. A special coating was added to the small pills, making them more resistant to moisture and oxidation, not to ntion quite sweet. Traditional Chinese dicines, like elixirs, were often bitter. Western dicine was different; the sweet coating changed everything.
Looking back at the little one, she had also started. To hide her thods, she stood up, took the herbs, and plunged her hands deep into a large jar. The jar completely obscured what she was doing.
No one, save for Wu Tian with his Spiritual Sense, saw that the little one's hands, hidden inside the jar, had already extracted the essence from the herbs. She gathered the essence together, forming a crystal-clear ball of liquid. The little one then took a bowl from the platform, reached back into the jar, scooped up the liquid ball with it, and brought it out.
"How did she do that?" Qin Yuhan looked at Wu Tian with frustration, hoping for an explanation. The little one was becoming more and more mysterious, making Qin Yuhan feel like the distance between them as mother and daughter was growing.
"Want to learn? Co to my room every night, and I'll teach you," Wu Tian said.
Qin Yuhan's cheeks flushed red.
Murong Yezi, standing nearby, was even more frustrated. Am I just a third wheel for my son and daughter-in-law now?
"Ti is almost up..." Wu Fa's voice bood from the loudspeakers around the square.
Countless gazes slowly shifted to the little one at the front, staring at the bowl of water in her hands. The audience was baffled. Was that really a Potion? Was it even drinkable?
When ti was up, so physicians hadn't even finished making their dicine. Dejected, they walked out of the square.
The little one looked left, right, and then behind her. She realized this was only the first round. It had been so simple, yet half of the physicians had already been eliminated? Am I too strong, or are they too weak? she wondered.
The little one snickered.
"Go ahead and laugh," said Huangfu Jiusi, who was standing nearby examining his own dicinal decoction. He turned to the little one. "You think you can pass just by putting so random beverage in a bowl? A child is a child. You're just too naive."
A proper dicinal decoction made from herbs should have a strong sll. The liquid in the little one's hands, however, didn't look like a decoction at all. It looked like a crystal-clear beverage. How could that possibly be dicine?
"Hmph! You're not a good person." The little one turned her head away, not wanting to give Huangfu Jiusi another glance. An adult who bickers with a little kid like
can't be a good person.
"Tsk!" Huangfu Jiusi scoffed. It wasn't a child's place to judge whether he was a good person or not.
「Atop the tower.」
"Your granddaughter doesn't seem to like this Huangfu Jiusi," Wang Cai chuckled.
Wu Fa snorted. "Then we'll just eliminate him. Anyway, his abilities are the sa as his grandfather's. Leaving one of them is enough." The Divine Doctor Conference was his to run. He was capricious, and who would dare say otherwise? In Wu Fa's eyes, being capricious for his granddaughter's sake was absolutely the right thing to do.
Huangfu Jiusi, completely unaware of Wu Fa's thoughts, was still dreaming of how his grandfather would take first place and he second, launching them both to fa.
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