Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

"what?"

"Only 103 people?"

"The admission rate is so low?"

"Oh my god, I must say I have no drama."

"That is, this ratio is not even two percent!"

"The School of Theological Medicine simply does not give us a way to live ..."

There was a group of people crying and weeping.

However, the disciples and elders on the stage all looked silent.

No sympathy at all.

Because there are only a few places for each admission.

Such scenes have long been used to them.

So, a group of people after howling.

They squeezed forward.

Looking at the jade board, the names that emerged one by one.

"Wow, there is me!"

"Oh my god, how lucky!"

"I didn't expect that I could make the list!"

Many people even wept with joy.

Fainted directly in front of the mountain.

Then, the guards responsible for maintaining order were carried away.

The lists are listed one by one from bottom to top in the order of results.

Mo Ziqing held his breath and watched nervously.

At the time of the twenty or thirty.

He finally saw himself.

Suddenly jumped up!

"Hahaha!"

"There really is me!"

"Hey, I'm promoted!"

"Haha, I can enter the School of Theological Medicine!"

He grabbed the broken hands of Na Lanyu and his uncle, jumping and jumping happily.

The two despised at the same time.

It means that we don't know this shameful guy.

Dozens more.

Uncle Gong's name also appeared.

He was also shortlisted.

"Why didn't the boss's name appear, could it be eliminated?"

After seeing the names come out one by one, but just without Ye Qingli.

Mo Ziqing said nervously.

"How can it be?"

Nalan Yu said disdainfully.

In his opinion, although the test questions of the School of Theological Medicine were difficult, they could not help Miss Miss.

At her level, even if you want to get a perfect score, it is easy.

"The top ten will not be announced here, but will be announced in public by the Medical Research Council."

"Oh, Naran."

Mo Ziqing suddenly remembered one thing and asked: "Since you said that the Medical Research Institute is an organization in the college, did you join?"

"No."

Nalan Yu shook his head.

"Generally speaking, old members are required to be insured to be eligible to join the Medical Research Association, and no one is doing insurance for me."

"It's just a generation who sells its reputation."

Ye Qingli said lightly.

A truly excellent student organization should attract all outstanding talents.

Rather than setting some thresholds to keep others away.

Obviously, the practice of the Medical Research Council has proved what kind of organization it is.

At this time, Ren Jianqing had stepped forward and said with a smile: "Here, let me announce the top ten this time."

The crowd immediately held their breath and looked nervously.

By convention, the top ten of each written test are eligible to become disciples of the inner door.

In the first three, you can choose the branch freely and get the qualifications taught by the palm school!

Therefore, those real elites, they are most concerned about, not whether they can be shortlisted.

But whether it can enter the top ten!

"Tenth place, Huangfu Changqing!"

Ren Jianqing announced with a smile.

"Wow, Brother Huangfu, you are so good."

Mo Ziqing's eyes widened.

However, Huangfu Changqing was not particularly pleased.

Just went indifferently to get his number plate.