"People can't be compared to one another, and neither can sacred halls." Gu Chi sighed from the bottom of his heart. Before the Medical School made its move, he hadn't realized there was anything wrong with the other sacred halls' indifferent attitude.
Looking at it now, there was something wrong with everything.
"Still, there's one thing I don't like hearing."
"What's that?"
"That the Medical School Sacred Hall spends a lot of resources and effort training its people, so it can't afford to take risks. I can't agree with that." Gu Chi pointed at himself. "I also spent ten years studying by the cold window. Maybe I didn't hang my hair from a beam or stab my thigh with an awl, but I suffered plenty. It's not like I was born knowing everything."
The Xinglin Physicians were treasures of the Medical School, while he was just a weed?
He hadn't had it easy, either.
"...If Wangchao had to take a minor exam every three days, a Grand Examination every five, and a professional qualification test every other day—and got dragged into his dreams to sit the imperial examination at the drop of a hat—I think you'd be the apple of the Sacred Hall's eye too."
Gu Chi's face turned green as soon as he heard that.
He waved his hands in refusal. "I respectfully decline."
It was hard to say whether his colleagues' habit of charging to the front lines every day had anything to do with the Ministry of Personnel's assessments. Fighting on the front lines came with the perk of exemption from exams.
Gu Chi had spent years working in the Censorate partly because his Way of the Scholar suited the job. As a trusted, independent minister of his liege, he didn't have to answer to anyone. The