Out of the 200 students in the 6 graduating classes, there were only 20 spots for hospital visits.
The extra 200 people who were supposed to complete their courses but temporarily joined the graduation assessment no longer enjoyed many of the benefits of the graduating class.
Class 3, which Chen Miemie was in, took up 4 spots.
Besides himself, there were Yue Junyang, Mian Ruyan, and Mengmeng, who arrived last.
Mengmeng, this older-looking loli, was still carrying her "Mengmeng" rag doll in her hand.
The school bus took everyone away.
None of the class instructors went; only the 20 students did.
On the bus, everyone was very friendly.
No matter which world it was, there was no absolute fairness.
These 20 people visiting the patients undoubtedly represented the top tier of students in this batch in terms of background, aptitude, and strength.
The graduation rate for this group was no longer 5 percent; it was very likely 50 percent.
In previous years, the graduation rate for the "hospital visit class" had never been lower than 50 percent, and the highest one 12 years ago even reached 75 percent.
The bus was like a matchbox, with no view of the route outside.
After driving for nearly an hour, the bus stopped.
"We're here. You can all get off," the driver opened the door.
Chen Miemie followed the crowd and got off the bus.
As soon as he got off, he doubted his own eyes.
"This is a hospital? Are you kidding me? This is clearly a prison!"
Mian Ruyan, walking beside him, said softly:
"This is the hospital. Once you enter the hospital, apart from special visitors, those who cannot meet the discharge requirements will never be able to leave for the rest of their lives, nor will they see anyone from the outside."
Chen Miemie: ......
Well played, Great Emperor Ruyan, you clearly just explained the definition of a prison.
Yue Junyang took two steps forward and said calmly, "This world is very cruel and realistic. Some cities do not have 'hospitals' set up, and the people of the Mist Church mostly come from these 'patients'."
Some cities didn't have "hospitals"? Was that a kind of gentleness, or was it even more cruel? Chen Miemie didn't ask.
Upon his first glance at this place, Chen Miemie knew that visiting the sick wouldn't be what he had imagined.
After all, the school had absolutely no intention of making them prepare fruit baskets and milk.
Sure enough.
"Visiting the sick" was very special.
It wasn't a group of them going to the "ward" to visit the patients.
Instead, it was a group of them in a room, waiting for the patients to come to them on their own.
The first patient arrived.
A chubby doctor in a white coat pushed in a legless man in a wheelchair.
He was called a wheelchair man not because he was sitting in a wheelchair, but because he had grown together with the wheelchair.
The chubby doctor's movements were not gentle. He walked fast and didn't care about the feelings of the wheelchair man being pushed.
The patient didn't intend to introduce himself either and cut straight to the chase:
"Do any of you have abilities related to limb restoration? I have a large fortune in the outside world, over 200 years' worth of time, which can all be used for exchange."
The students remained silent.
Silence didn't necessarily mean they didn't have restoration abilities; it could also mean they looked down on this patient's bargaining chips.
"What a waste of time," the chubby doctor sneered and pushed the man out. "I told you, people with that kind of ability won't care about your little bit of time."
Soon, the second patient came in.
This was a lady in a gorgeous dress, and her treatment was completely different from the first one.
Following behind her was a female doctor.
As soon as the lady in the gorgeous dress spoke, gasps filled the room.
"I came here on my own initiative. Who can lift the sex-change curse on me?" It was a male voice.
The female doctor followed up, "This is the former president of the Raven Feather Society, who was hit by a mermaid's curse two years ago. Capable individuals can gain the friendship of the Raven Feather Society."
Chen Miemie had no reaction. "Mermaid's curse" and "Raven Feather Society" were strange terms to him; he could only understand "sex-change curse."
He found it a bit strange, feeling that things wouldn't be so simple.
This was a world filled with mysteries, where even not being human was normal. A mere sex change shouldn't make a big shot put themselves into the "hospital."
It was easy to enter this place voluntarily, but leaving at will might be a bit difficult.
A student Chen Miemie didn't know raised his hand.
"My ability is related to water and curses, but I'm not sure if I can solve the problem. Moreover, if I don't pass the graduation exam, the strength of my ability is limited."
The female doctor's eyes lit up. "Student, please come with us to a secret room to talk in detail. As long as there is hope, regardless of the final outcome, the reward from the Raven Feather Society will not disappoint you."
The three walked out of the large visiting room and went somewhere else to start their shady dealings.
The third patient was a trembling old man.
A doctor, looking somewhere between middle-aged and young, helped him in.
He was the doctor who looked most like a doctor.
He cared very much about the patient, helping the old man sit properly on a chair before greeting everyone.
"Students, this is our city's veteran collector, Elder Jiang. Elder Jiang is not in good health, so I will relay his situation on his behalf.
Five years ago, Elder Jiang accidentally acquired a collection item with Mystery. It was a Ge kiln vase about half a meter high. The vase's body had golden and iron wire patterns, and the crackles perfectly formed a human shape.
Elder Jiang couldn't bear to put this vase down.
But soon, as he played with it for a longer time, Elder Jiang found that the human shape on the vase looked more and more like himself. And one day after waking up, he found that golden and iron wire patterns had also appeared on his own body.
At that time, Elder Jiang was a Mystery Level 4 powerhouse with a rich family background and a wide network of contacts. But even so, he searched several cities and couldn't solve the problem. He could only barely ask a stronger person to intervene to keep his body from shattering into pieces.
Now, the situation is gradually worsening, and it is already very difficult to maintain."
The students looked at each other in dismay.
Although some of them had rich family backgrounds and knew a few powerful people.
But what could a group of youngsters who hadn't even officially crossed the threshold of Mystery do about something that even a Mystery Level 4 collector couldn't solve?
Seeing the silence below.
Elder Jiang's cracked mouth began to open and close.
"Children, I am old and have lived long enough. If I shatter one day, so be it.
It's just that I didn't expect these golden and iron wire patterns to be hereditary. My son and granddaughter have also started to show signs of them emerging on their bodies.
What I need is not for you to solve the main body on me, but to try to remove the branches that have spread to my son and granddaughter."
Hearing this, everyone kept their mouths shut even tighter.
This even involved spreading pollution, which was absolutely very dangerous and could easily backfire on them.
Elder Jiang sighed. He was just at his wit's end, treating a dead horse as a living one. He had approached so many big shots to no avail, so it wasn't surprising that the students couldn't solve it either.
"Xiao Hua, let's go."
"Alright, Elder Jiang, take it slow," Doctor Hua helped the old man up.
"Let me ask, old man, where is that vase right now?" Chen Miemie's voice rang out.
Elder Jiang turned around abruptly.
"Little friend, do you have a way?"
"Well, I don't have a way, but I have a friend who might be an expert in this field."
The students at the scene were left speechless.
Who doesn't know the classic "I have a friend" excuse? Aside from Liu Bo, Chen Miemie didn't have a single damn friend. Wasn't he just talking about himself?
Yue Junyang called out sharply, "Chen Miemie, you never take anything seriously in class, but this is no joking matter. Elder Jiang is highly respected, so don't just spout nonsense."
Chen Miemie glanced at Yue Junyang, his impression of the guy improving slightly.
Ordinary students their age couldn't catch the underlying meaning, but he heard it loud and clear.
Yue Junyang's shout seemed like a harsh reprimand, but he wasn't actually trying to put him down; he was trying to protect him.
"I wouldn't exactly call it a solution, as I still know too little about the situation right now. However, if the anomaly is truly caused by that porcelain vase, I might be able to get my friend to give it a try."
Yue Junyang didn't say anything else. He had tried to stop him once and failed. They were all adults now, and they could only take responsibility for their own actions.
Elder Jiang gave Doctor Hua a meaningful look.
Catching his drift, Doctor Hua smiled at Chen Miemie.
"Then please come this way, young man. Let's head to the private room to discuss this in detail."
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