After finishing the test papers, Nan Shiying went from an examinee to an invigilator.
When the incense burned out, Ji Feng collected everyone's test papers one by one, sealed them, and after the written examination, the candidates rested for a quarter of an hour before the second assessment began – diagnosis!
The patients were three elders.
The second elder was eighty-one years old this year, the third elder was eighty, and the fourth elder was seventy-eight. Although their bodies were strong, they were not without ailments, but they had always been carefully maintained, so their health was better than that of people their age.
As the first wave, Qingzhu and Qinglu went up first.
After their diagnosis, the two wrote down the detailed situation on paper and presented it to Ji Feng.
Nan Shiying sat in her chair, her eyelids lowered, her elbows resting on the armrests, her hand supporting her head, her head slightly tilted. Her long lashes fell to the bottom of her eyes, making the outline of her eyes appear even more profound.
Waiting was particularly boring. Qingning sat in her seat, propping up her cheeks, her eyes unfocused as she looked around. Her aimless gaze was captured by a sudden beautiful sight, and indelible starlight burst forth in Qingning's eyes.
She felt as if the person before her was a part of the entire picture, blending in yet also detached, a very strange yet captivating beauty that made it impossible to look away.
Feng Luan, Junior Uncle!
Nan Shiying slightly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the person whose persistent gaze had been fixed on her.
Which peak's disciple is this?
As Nan Shiying pondered, the surroundings suddenly fell silent. After waiting a long time for the next disciple to come forward, everyone looked back at the person who was supposed to be conducting the diagnosis.
"Qingning!"
Ji Feng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. His deafening voice struck her ears. Qingning snapped back to reality and met her master's murderous gaze. Terrified, she scrambled to her feet, her leg hitting the low table, causing her such pain that she almost passed out.
"Master!"
Qingning hugged her knees, tears welling up in her eyes, looking as pitiful as could be.
But Ji Feng at that moment only wanted to grab her head and pull out her hair, to get out the little bit of brain she had.
What time is it, what occasion is it, that you're staring at a man until you're mesmerized???
Heavens, what a disaster, how could he have taken in such an unlucky creature?
Ji Feng gritted his teeth, controlling his urge to kill her, and said through clenched teeth, "It's your turn!!!"
Qingning's hair was practically flying up. Her face instantly turned red, then white. Her gaze passed through her master to look around. Seeing everyone's eyes on her, she wished she could burrow into the ground.
So everyone saw her mesmerized look while watching Junior Uncle just now?
What a disaster!
May destruction come!
She didn't want to live anymore!!!
Both master and disciple wished they could die.
Finally, the fourth elder spoke, his voice laced with laughter, kindly and gently, "Alright, alright, Qingning, come up and conduct the diagnosis!"
Qingning stared at her master's murderous gaze and everyone's amused expressions, her body stiff as she walked onto the stage.
Poison Old tilted his head and glanced at Nan Shiying, making a "tsk" sound. Nan Shiying didn't even need to ask to know that this old man was definitely up to no good.
"You really know how to attract trouble."
Poison Old shook his head slightly, then sighed, as if worried about Ji Jinmo, but in reality, the excitement in his eyes was almost uncontainable.
He had a look of someone who enjoyed watching a good show and wasn't afraid of things escalating!
Nan Shiying still looked listless. Hearing his words, she shrugged, "Can't help it, born beautiful."
Poison Old: "..."
The way you have no shame is truly shameless.
Don't doubt it, that's not a mistake.
He was indeed emphasizing the other person's shamelessness!!!