Outsmarting Three Trials, Astonishing the Crowd; One Yanhuang Token Commands All Physicians

Liu Tao led Long Jinyu into the dean's office.

The room was spacious and bright, yet unusually simple in its furnishings. Aside from the necessary desks, chairs, and bookshelves, there were almost no personal belongings to be seen. Only the faint smell of disinfectant and a trace of medicinal herbs in the air hinted at the owner's identity.

"Miss Long."

Liu Tao walked over to a broad rosewood desk and pressed a finger against a concealed spot underneath. The wall slid open silently, revealing a complex device that glowed with a soft Soul Tool light.

"This is the Soul Tool safe where the test questions and token are kept."

"The rules are as follows: the questions will appear one after another as projections. Answer one correctly, and the next will activate automatically. You have twenty-four hours for each question. During that time, you may not consult any materials or ask anyone for help. Once you begin, you cannot stop."

He looked at Long Jinyu, his expression grave.

"Are you... really sure?"

Long Jinyu glanced over the intricate Soul Tool and nodded. "Of course."

Liu Tao said nothing more and activated the device. After a faint hum, a light screen projected above it, and clear text slowly appeared.

Long Jinyu focused on it.

A moment later, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"...Dean Liu."

He turned around, his expression somewhat peculiar.

"Before I start answering, could I ask you one more question?"

"As long as it has nothing to do with solving the questions, of course." Liu Tao nodded.

"Can the medical staff at your pavilion... all answer the first two questions, and only get stuck on the third?"

"Indeed." A hint of pride appeared on Liu Tao's face. "These are essential fundamentals for any physician."

Long Jinyu fell silent for a moment, then praised him sincerely. "The physicians and staff at your pavilion are all exceptionally skilled. I, Long, am impressed."

"You flatter us, Miss Long," Liu Tao replied modestly.

"Then... has no one from the outside managed to answer even the first question?"

"Yes." Liu Tao confirmed it, his voice tinged with regret.

Long Jinyu: "..."

No kidding! Even a God King would be completely stumped by this question!

He more or less understood why this hospital hadn't found a new dean in three years.

"I see." Long Jinyu rubbed his brow. "Dean Liu, please go take care of your work. I'll... give it a try."

"Good luck." Liu Tao gave him a long look, bowed, and withdrew, gently closing the door behind him.

Only Long Jinyu remained in the office. He stared at the familiar words on the screen: "genes," "alleles," "self-pollination," "phenotypic ratios"...

(The specific questions are too long, so they're in the author's notes.)

He couldn't help slapping a hand against his forehead and silently howling:

"Damn it! Do Transmigrators need to take high school biology for their 'onboarding training' now?! Is the competition this fierce?! Sister Su, are you hiring a dean or a biology class representative?!"

He looked at the classic "9:3:4" genetic inheritance question about phenotypic ratios, and his vision began to swim.

"If a Douluo native can solve this thing... I'll eat this desk right here!"

"Even another Transmigrator would be screwed if they were bad at biology or had forgotten it all!"

"Su Qingyan, Su Qingyan... You're not actually a medical student, are you? Did you set these questions because you never intended to let anyone take over?"

"If you wanted to find a fellow countryman, couldn't you give us some Chinese, math, and English? Or at least test us on some Blue Star common knowledge?"

"You threw out your trump card right off the bat? What is this, picking on a humanities student? Can I still make a run for it?!"

[Beep! Host has encountered a difficult question. Analyzing...]

[Reporting to the host: I... I don't know either.] The system timidly piped up.

"Damn it! What use are you?!" Long Jinyu snapped back. "What kind of system doesn't even know high school biology?!"

[...This question is unrelated to the Peerless Tang Sect. It is not in the database...] The system's voice grew even quieter.

"Fine, fine. Go cool off somewhere. Don't bother me."

Long Jinyu waved it away in disgust, as if chasing off a buzzing mosquito.

[w...]

Resigned to his fate, he took paper and a pen out of his Soul Tool.

He forced himself to concentrate. The pen tip scratched across the page as he listed genotypes and phenotypes and sketched out a breeding chart.

"Tsk, it seems... not as hard as I thought?"

He stared at the question. The exceptional memory and clear thinking granted by his Dragon God Bloodline were serving him well. Long-forgotten knowledge gradually returned to him.

"Purple is A_B_, red is A_bb, white is aa__... So white must be aaBB, aaBb, or aabb."

"If white flowers are cross-pollinated with each other... none of them carry the A gene, so how could their offspring possibly produce an A? Without A, where would purple (A_B_) come from? The probability is obviously zero!"

Once the logic clicked, his pen flew across the page. He quickly wrote down his answer:

Genotypes of white flowers: aaBB, aaBb, aabb. Probability of purple flowers appearing: 0.

After checking his work twice and confirming the logic was sound—

"Submit!"

The light screen flickered, glowing green to indicate a correct answer. The first line of text vanished, and a new question quickly formed.

Long Jinyu had barely let out half a breath of relief when he saw the second question and nearly choked—

2. In a diploid organism (2n=4), a pair of homologous chromosomes fails to separate during anaphase I of meiosis in a primary spermatocyte. How many chromosomes will each of the four resulting sperm cells contain? If an abnormal sperm cell fuses with a normal egg cell, how many chromosomes will the fertilized egg contain?

"Su! Qing! Yan!" Long Jinyu clutched his chest, feeling as if he were about to have a heart attack. "If I've done something wrong, let Heaven strike me with lightning—not torment me with abnormal meiosis!"

He was practically laughing with rage. "When I find you, I'll make you do an entire Five Three set! Humanities comprehensive studies only!"

Jokes aside, he still had to solve the question. He got to his feet, picked up the pen again, and drew the process of cell division, gritting his teeth all the while.

"2n=4... failure to separate during anaphase I... so the secondary spermatocytes have... three chromosomes in one, and one in the other... Then meiosis II proceeds normally..."

His mind raced, even faster and clearer than during the Blue Star college entrance exams. No, wait—he hadn't even taken biology.

"So the four sperm cells have... 3, 3, 1, 1!"

"An abnormal sperm cell (3 or 1) fuses with a normal egg (n=2)... so the fertilized egg has... 5 or 3!"

He hurriedly wrote down his answer:

Chromosome counts in the four sperm cells: 3, 3, 1, 1; chromosome count in the fertilized egg: 5 or 3.

"Submit!"

The green light lit up again. Correct!

Long Jinyu felt as though a pile of brain cells had died. "Ahem... My head hurts so much. I feel like I'm growing a brain... I never imagined that in this life... even after transmigrating... I'd still have to take biology..."

He stared nervously at the reassembled light screen. "The first two questions nearly killed me. The last one stumped all those 'NPCs.' It can't be a solution for AIDS, can it? Or maybe making oseltamivir by hand? If it is, I'm really out of here..."

The light screen steadied, displaying the third question.

Long Jinyu looked at it nervously.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"Phew..."

He suddenly leaned back and collapsed onto the broad desk, letting out a long, long breath. Then he laughed and cursed aloud: "Hahaha—! Damn! Su Qingyan... you really are... a genius!"

On the light screen was a question in a style completely different from the previous ones:

110 × Palace Jade Liquid Wine + 119 × Large Hammer + 120 × Small Hammer + 20K = ?

A wave of familiarity washed over him, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.

Anyone else who saw this would probably be more bewildered than if they were reading a heavenly text.

But any soul from Hanxia would understand the joke and smile.

"If I can't answer this, am I even from Hanxia?"

He shook his head with a smile and practically blurted out the answer:

"Palace Jade Liquid Wine, 180 a cup! How's the wine? Let me sing its praises!"

"Large hammer, eighty! Small hammer, forty!"

"So it's 19800+9520++4800+20000=54120!"

"The answer is 54120! No question!"

He gave his answer with complete confidence.

"Correct!"

With a pleasant chime, the entire light screen dissolved into dazzling points of light.

The Soul Tool safe inside the wall let out a soft click, and its door slowly slid open.

A warm yet majestic crimson-gold glow shone from within.

A token of ancient, imposing design lay quietly inside. Engraved upon it were two majestic emperors standing shoulder to shoulder—the Yan and Huang Emperors!

As if sensing the unique aura of Long Jinyu's soul, the token hummed of its own accord, transformed into a streak of light, and landed gracefully in his open palm.

It felt warm to the touch, and carried a strange energy. As he held it, he felt an uncanny connection to it, as though its blood flowed with his own. It was as if he held not a token, but a weighty fragment of a civilization from another world.

"The Yanhuang Lingyun Token..."

Long Jinyu ran his fingers over the familiar patterns on the token and murmured softly, his heart a tangle of emotions.

Homesickness, opportunity, responsibility, and curiosity about the "fellow countryman" he had never met—all these emotions intertwined.

At the same time, the instant the token was removed,

the invisible shackles that had bound this place for who knew how many years quietly vanished.

The Soul Power in the air seemed to grow more vibrant, and even the sunlight streaming in through the windows appeared a little brighter.

A young nurse patrolling near the outer perimeter was the first to react. She tentatively reached out—there was no resistance!

Her fingers easily passed through the boundary she had never been able to cross before. She felt the cool air outside and heard the bustle of people.

"We... we can... go out?" she murmured. Then overwhelming joy engulfed her, and tears spilled from her eyes.

Similar scenes unfolded throughout the hospital. After a brief, deathly silence came the tearful cheers and embraces of people whose emotions had been suppressed for countless years.

They had gained a kind of "new life"!

The dean's office door was gently pushed open. Several of the hospital's main administrators stood in the doorway, Liu Tao at their head.

Their eyes immediately fixed on the gleaming token in Long Jinyu's hand.

Liu Tao stepped forward first. Unable to contain his excitement, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head respectfully. "Congratulations, Miss Long! Welcome home, Master! Wield the Lingyun, and grace all beneath Heaven with your blessings!"

The others behind him knelt in unison, their voices trembling with boundless reverence. "Welcome home, Master!"

Long Jinyu was taken aback by the spectacle and the way they addressed him. He nearly dropped the token in his hand. "M-Master?"

That title was way too chuunibyou and embarrassing! As a young man raised on modern education, he could hardly take it.

He quickly stopped them. "W-what are you doing? Please, get up! Don't call me Master. Call me Long Jinyu, or... Dean would be fine, too."

Liu Tao looked up, his eyes full of resolve and a deeper yearning. "Master! We cannot discard proper etiquette! You wield the Yanhuang Lingyun Token, and are therefore the sole ruler to whom we pledge our loyalty! 'Dean' does not express the sincerity in our hearts! At the very least, 'My Lord' is the proper form of address!"

Another young, beautiful physician eagerly chimed in. "My Lord! You not only passed Dean Su's test, but also brought us unprecedented freedom! This is Heaven's will! Only the title 'My Lord' can reflect your supreme position and our resolve to follow you unto death!"

"Please grant us permission, My Lord!" Everyone spoke with one voice. Deep in their eyes burned the fervor of those who had found their ultimate purpose and faith.

Long Jinyu suddenly understood. How were they any different from the NPC guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, who longed to serve the Bone King?

They yearned for an "Absolute Supreme Being" who could give meaning to their existence, someone worthy of their eternal loyalty. Without such a central figure, perhaps they would forever be rootless duckweed.

Refusing them would only leave them lost.

"Very well."

His voice settled, and a natural air of authority began to gather around him.

"Since that is so, I accept. From now on, I will be your 'My Lord.'"

"Yes, My Lord!"

Everyone answered in unison, their voices full of relieved joy and steadfast conviction. Only then did they respectfully rise.

"Please proceed to the top-floor hall, My Lord! All the Medical Pavilion's staff eagerly await the chance to pay their respects!"

Long Jinyu nodded slightly and tightened his grip on the token. He knew that once he took this step, there would be no turning back.

Inside the domed hall on the hospital's top floor, all the medical staff who could get away had gathered. They waited in orderly silence.

Long Jinyu stood on a raised platform, holding the Yanhuang Lingyun Token.

Liu Tao stood half a step behind him and announced in a ringing voice:

"The Yanhuang Lingyun Token has found its master! From this day forth, Lord Long Jinyu is the one and only My Lord to whom we pledge our loyalty!"

"The Yanhuang Lingyun, passed down like a torch through the ages! We now serve our new master, who will protect all living beings! Kneel—!"

Rustle—

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone—doctors, nurses, and other staff alike—moved in perfect unison, as if they had rehearsed this countless times. They dropped to one knee, placed their right hands over their chests, and bowed their heads.

"We pay our respects to My Lord—!!!"

Their low, unified voices joined together and echoed beneath the hall's magnificent dome, carrying a force that shook the heart and a loyalty without question.

Long Jinyu stood before them, bearing the weight of their loyalty and expectations. At that moment, he truly seemed to possess the transcendent bearing of a "My Lord" who led them all.

He raised a hand to gesture for them to rise. His voice rang clearly through the hall, gentle yet authoritative:

"Please, rise."

"Since you acknowledge me as your lord, you will follow my rules—"

"First, a physician's heart is benevolent. Healing the sick and saving lives is the foundation of this institution, and that will never change."

"Second, when dealing with outsiders, continue to call me 'Dean,' so we don't shock the world."

"Third..." His gaze swept over the crowd.

"Make every effort to find out about our former dean, Su Qingyan. This is our foremost concern!"

"We will obey Your Lordship's command—!"

Everyone answered in unison, then rose. The fervor in their eyes gave way to the conviction of those who had found their place and direction.

Thus, the Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion changed hands.