Ning Yan remained silent.

Didn’t she know that Dong Dao chose a path to death?

Dong Dao, as a doctor in Xinglin, had no choice, and Ning Yan, who was entrusted by the master to all trust, was not allowed to choose. Whenever someone told Ning Yan that she could save her life, she would never hesitate. She would not hesitate to do whatever she could, nor would she spare her life, but she would only seek the result!

[The doctor's ambition is to die without regrets.]

Miao Ne was shocked by the sudden response and held down the hilt of the sword.

Fearing to alarm the doctors in the distance, she whispered and said, "Who?"

"Someone is talking? What did that person say?" Although he did not hear the voice, Ning Yan did not doubt Miao Ne's judgment - there was a stranger nearby? Who was it? Could it be the uncensored enemy spy?

Miao Ne bit her lower lip and calmed down to tell the direction of the sound just now. Strangely, when she deliberately recalled, she forgot what she heard, let alone the direction. For a moment, she suspected that she had hallucinations...

【No need to look for it, here.】

The apricot tree beside the two were wrapped in a breeze.

The apricot blossoms rose one after another, instantly turning into a phantom that was invisible. Not only this apricot tree, but also the apricot trees in the entire apricot forest were like this. Looking at the figures, some of them were similar to the styles of Ning Yan and others, while some of them had strange three-dimensional tailoring.

Every vague figure is a fog tall.

They floated towards the giant apricot tree like pilgrimage.

It turned into a ray of white light and penetrated into the tree.

Every time there is one more person, an apricot blossom will bloom quietly on the treetops.

"Senior is still here?"

Miao Ne wanted to communicate with the person who was talking to find out what was going on now. But these figures ignored her, did not dodge, or detour, and passed through Ning Yan and the others. When they were passed by these figures, Miao Ne found that the figures dressed similar to them were carrying the fragrance of medicine, while those dressed in strange clothes had a slightly pungent and weird smell, which was not bad.

Slowly, Miao Ne discovered that they were not unconscious.

It seemed that Miao Ne didn't like the smell of disinfectant. The figure of the apricot tree nearby came to tease her. She even heard a vague and kind laughter. Miao Ne rubbed the tip of her nose and frowned. At this time, an extremely wide long-sleeved phantom stroked over her head. The other figures turned around when they saw this. Unlike other vague figures, He not only stopped, but also curiously bent down and looked closer.

Judging from the outline, it should be an old man with long beards.

[I never thought that we still have inheritors.]

Miao Ne waved his hand and said, "I am not a doctor."

[Everyone is equal, and a hundred schools of thought are united, so there is no need to distinguish them very clearly.] The old man left this words, smiled and stroked his long beard, and his words were filled with relief. He wanted to stay for a while, and a figure passed by with surgical instruments, [You guys, wait for me.]

A bold guess appeared in Miao Ne's heart.

"Shizhong, these people are..."

Ning Yan's eyebrows and eyes were soft: "It should be a sage from a doctor."

The white light transformed from the will of sages is like the jewelry that has settled in the long river of time. Each one is shining brightly, quietly emitting a warm and clear light. Ning Yan didn't know where they came from and where they wanted to go, but just bowed and gave the sages piously and respectfully.

Miao Ne also followed suit.

This grand scene lasted for half a quarter of an hour until the wind stopped.

The phantoms around him dissipated little by little, and the scene of real dew appeared.

Miao Ne woke up from a dream, her eyes fell on the Xinglin doctor in the middle, passing through the crowd, and her voice was sad: "Dong Ling——"

She didn't dare to explore Dong Dao's pulse.

Ning Yan suppressed the soreness in her heart and dared not admit the reality.

Except for those ordinary doctors, the Xinglin doctors, including Dong Dao, all died of noise like monks sitting in a state of transformation. Except for their rosy and fresh faces, they were no longer angry. Ning Yan held the hilt of the sword tightly, and the blood spread out on the tip of her tongue. The strong smell of iron made her barely maintain three-point rationality. When the general saw the illusion dissipated, all the missing doctors appeared, he hurried forward to Ning Yan's side.

"I will meet Ning Xiang in the end."

Ning Yan shook her body twice, barely stabilizing before the general reached out to support her. She took a deep breath: "Prepare--"

She swallowed the rest of the words back.

She turned her head in disbelief and her eyes passed through the crowd and fell on Dong Dao. If she hadn't sensed it right now, she seemed to hear an extremely slight but extremely powerful and clear heartbeat on Dong Dao? As this sound appeared, followed by one and another!

Dong Dao opened his eyes from the long dream and saw the vague figure of his nose, tears rolling and crawling, staggering towards him. He didn't remember who the other party was, but he felt familiar. Until he opened his mouth and cried loudly: "Grandfather!"

Dong Dao blinked.

Oh, it turned out to be his grandson.

Dong Dao moved his body, which should have been stiff, and unexpectedly found that his hands were not sore or numb, and his limbs seemed to have taken a refreshing hot bath, and every pore was stretching and breathing. He stood up with his knees, and other Xinglin doctors also woke up one after another.

"Hey, why are you still alive?"

"I just seemed to have had a very long dream."

"I vaguely remember it was a nightmare..."

Everyone seemed to have had a long dream, and they were still unable to adapt to the reality after getting out of the dream. When they adjusted, they exchanged dream information with their colleagues, but they still didn't believe that they were still in the world. Some even raised their hands and twisted their colleagues' flesh.

"It doesn't hurt, is it a dream?"

"Isn't this nonsense? You twist me, of course you won't hurt."

As the doctors in Xinglin woke up, other doctors from the medical department opened their eyes in groups of three or three. Unlike the former, they wailed and wanted to grab the ground with their heads. Just looking at this messy scene, those who don’t know thought the source of the disease had attracted them.

Ning Yan calmed down and came forward to stabilize the situation.

Let the soldiers stationed in the Sizhu Mansion send away the onlookers and warriors.

When Dong Dao and the others woke up, the auspicious scenes on their heads just ended, and only the red clouds and sunsets in the sky silently announced the grand scene. The onlookers were as itchy as wild cats living in a nest, but they recognized Ning Yan and did not dare to commit crimes against the wind.

Soon, it was completely dispersed.

Ning Yan had time to ask Dong Dao for details.

At least figure out what dreams they had.

Why do all the doctors in the medical department look like they are losing their parents?

It would be fine if Ning Yan didn't mention it, but when she mentioned it, everyone's faces were as wonderful as palettes - including Dong Dao, who was very passionate about the exam.

Dong said: "It's a big test."

Ning Yan: "...Big, big test?"

An answer that I never thought of.

A doctor Ainglin couldn't help but cover his eyes: "The sources of the disease are really vicious. We can still suppress it at first, but when the number is too high, it starts to be a little difficult... Various phantom images are constantly appearing in front of us... Somehow I found myself sitting in front of a case with a hundred feet long test paper on the table..."

Nude exams, closed paper exams.

There are more invigilators than candidates.

Other Xinglin doctors also had the same dream as him.

Ning Yan was shocked: "A hundred feet long test paper?"

How thick is this test paper?

Doctor Xinglin: "..."

The rough one is not the point, the key point is that the words above are still very small.

The test questions also revolve around the source of the disease and other epidemics that you have heard of and have never heard of, fill in the blanks and choose judgments, and the question types are varied. This makes the Xinglin doctor who passed the medical temple assessment helplessly, holding his pen in a daze, unable to write a word.

Subconsciously I wanted to turn my head.

Good guy, all the tables are visible.

There are countless neat test tables.

Each test table is equipped with a candidate, and the candidates are still familiar faces. Just as they were about to speak up and communicate, they were hit by a ruler in their heads.

[Whispering to the ears in the examination room is prohibited!]

Doctor Xinglin: "..."

Is there something wrong with this dream?

Deadly, answer the questions quickly.

They bit their cheeks and looked at the answer sheet and scratched their ears and heads.

After answering the test paper, the red and blue books were stacked up to one person and fell from the sky, making the table tremble. Someone took one tremblingly and found that each book was as thick as a brick. They didn't remember the contents, but the shock was unforgettable for a lifetime.

Even if you leave the dream, it remains on the soul.

“…so, finished reading?”

Ning Yan guessed that these classics were treasures in the doctor's temple. If you could remember to bring them out, Kang Guo's medical level would have improved by leaps and bounds. Her ordinary words were the pain of the Xinglin doctor's life: "Ning Xiang, are you talking about human words?"

How could it be finished?

The Xinglin doctor is somewhat different from the Wenxin scholar. The former does not have the cheating ability of the latter to copy the content they see. For the Wenxin scholar, as long as they can condense the Wenxin, everyone can "remember it" after seeing it. There are so many Xinglin doctors in Kang State, Fang Yan is the dual cultivation of literature and medicine, and there is also a prayer for the wonderful things on the road to hard work.

Why are you working hard?

Because the doctor's temple has been a rigid rule for fifteen years.

The memory of the Xinglin doctor is only better than that of ordinary people. Even if the content is copied on the clinic, it is necessary to read it from time to time.

Ning Yan: “…”
To be continued...