Song Jia read the scenario again.
Severe hunger.
Pale complexion.
Unstable Spiritual Energy.
Disturbed sleep.
Hearing the voice of someone already dead.
Below the symptoms was a final line:
The patient recently suffered the loss of a close family member following an unexplained illness.
Song Jia's fingers tightened around the paper.
Across the hall, Ding Wu was still looking at her.
He had recognized it.
There was no doubt.
Pan Zhen's voice broke the silence.
"You have one hour."
"Read carefully."
"Do not assume the patient requires a pill simply because an alchemy furnace has been provided."
Li Jing smiled.
"And do not assume using more expensive ingredients earns more points."
Several participants glanced toward their tables.
Song Jia barely heard them.
Her attention remained on the scenario.
This was too close.
Not identical.
But too close.
Was it coincidence?
Possible.
Was the trial deliberately based on Huang Yimu?
Also possible.
