"This color represents an abandoned courtyard!"
"what?"
Wasteland!
That one has become a forgotten corner in the School of Theological Medicine.
It has been a long time since I have recruited new disciples.
And the disciples inside are all in self-aggrandizement.
A place called waste material concentration!
Even in the medical research conference, there has never been a figure of a disciple!
So, many times.
At the recruiting conference, everyone basically forgot that there was also an abandoned courtyard.
Even the palm yard of the Abandoned Courtyard is a real jade bone.
It hasn't been here for a long time.
But today, the golden bottle shows clearly.
This disciple should be assigned to an abandoned courtyard!
"Isn't the golden bottle wrong?"
Everyone's response was the first time.
Then, they all looked at Mo Yun, the institute of Tiangong Institute.
Mo Yun was also stunned.
The signing of the golden bottle is a stipulation of the School of Theological Medicine.
Before, there have been no problems.
what is it today?
Except that Xuan Qing was very reserved and sat there.
Including Diyuan, Xuanyuan, Hongyuan ...
Waiting for the temple, all stood up.
Anxious face!
"No, come back!"
"The gold bottle must be something wrong."
"I don't need to sign it anymore. Ye Qing, just enter our hospital and forget!"
This group of old guys, one by one, did not pay attention to manners to grab people!
Obviously, they were all convinced by Ye Qingli's talent!
Seeing Shui Qianning's heart is very uncomfortable!
She is already considered to be the most talented in the School of Theological Medicine.
However, when I was admitted to the hospital.
It did not attract these palm masters to rob together!
Ye Qing ...
How can she be!
She looked up and looked at Ye Qingli.
Want to see a look of panic and disappointment on her face.
However, when it was messy outside.
Ye Qingli, this party, was indifferent.
Obviously, she didn't take it seriously.
For her, it doesn't matter which hospital you go to.
Originally, she wanted to enter the Xuan Yuan.
However, it does not matter ...
"Naran, what is the Wasteland?"
"Hard courtyard ..."
Nalan Yu said awkwardly.
"Actually, the wasteland is used for research."
Thirteen branches of the School of Medicine.
All were appointed by the founding ancestors.
Once passed down, there has never been a change.
However, the School of Theological Medicine has been spreading the world in the image of hanging pots to save the world and curing people and saving people.
Therefore, study the wasteland with poison.
Has always been despised.
Moreover, in the medical school of theology, it will also be ostracized.
Slowly, it becomes very insignificant.
Now, even the disciples in the courtyard are very contemptuous of the abandoned courtyard.
However, after hearing this sentence, Ye Qingli's eyes lit up.
After she came to the Star Continent.
I have never seen the technique of poisoning here ...
Just when everyone was talking.
Shui Qianning coughed and spoke.
She did not expect that Ye Qingli had such a big charm!
It is possible for these chiefs to come out and compete regardless of their identity!
Therefore, she must be in person!
"Uncle Masters."
She spoke politely.
"The signing of the golden bottle is the standard that has remained unchanged for thousands of years."
"Since the results have been made in front of everyone, it seems that it is not easy to change."
"Uncle Tianbo, are you right?"
Although Shui Qianning spoke softly, every sentence stood in truth.