Huo Wen'an hesitantly said, "One hundred and eighty?"
"Ha." Ying Ziyao sneered, "Eight."
Huo Wen'an was incredulous, "Eight? Or eighty."
"Of course, eight."
Huo Wen'an was taken aback.
No wonder Huo Xin always said she couldn't pass the second round; those who successfully passed the second round were definitely genius doctors with extraordinary talent in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.
In simple terms, the second round was the dividing line between geniuses and ordinary people.
But he was full of confidence in Xu Xingguang.
Xu Xingguang checked the answer sheet to ensure there were no missing pages before sitting down on the iron chair.
She took out all ten glass boxes, opened the lids, and laid them out in front of her. She sniffed each one from left to right.
Amid the rich spicy aroma, she detected a slightly bitter air.
