In the blink of an eye, the final day of the end-of-term exams arrived.
At dusk, the exam collection bell rang, and a wave of mournful cries rose from the School of Pharmacy building. The atmosphere was desperate, resentment soaring to the heavens!
After a long while, the students emerged from the exam halls in a daze. Their faces were pale, bluish, or flushed, their gazes vacant, like zombies from different eras.
Lu Geng belonged to the zombie era closest to the present. He still had a little color in his face. He waited outside the exam hall next door for a moment, and Cha Xinran and Yu Banmeng soon emerged, both drenched in sweat.
"We finally finished!" Yu Banmeng complained. "I've been doing exam papers for the past two days until I nearly threw up!"
No sooner had she spoken than a student ahead of them suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore. He braced himself against the wall and began vomiting violently.
The surrounding students hurriedly moved away, repeatedly looking back in shock. How had someone actually vomited from taking the exam?
"The exam schedule was too tight, and the questions were so damn hard. I couldn't keep up physically!" Cha Xinran said. "The Medicine Institute is great, but the pace is too fast. It feels even more exhausting than high school!"
"Dean Song is famous for setting difficult questions. The Gaokao Exam Paper he set back then drove millions of people to mental collapse. The Brain Institute lived under his shadow for years, too." Yu Banmeng sighed helplessly. "Now I've experienced it myself! For the past two days, I had to desperately hold back from cursing the dean in the exam hall!"
"What about you, Old Lu?" Cha Xinran asked curiously, turning his head.
"I'm fine. I came