After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

The facts proved that the exam was indeed difficult, with the highest score being only 82.

Director Qin specifically took a look at Si Fuqing’s test.

60 points.

Just scraping through.

Not bad, but not great either.

“This test…” The physician paused, “is quite interesting.”

A jolt ran through Director Qin, “What’s wrong, Doctor?”

“These two tests, although just barely passing,” the physician said, “but the answers are spot on, even calculating how many points each question could earn. It’s as if the answers were from the examiner’s perspective, understanding the questions thoroughly.”

Director Qin was taken aback. “… two tests?”

He knew Si Fuqing was capable of pulling off such a feat.

But whose was the other one?

“Lu Xingheng, trying to show off in front of me, that’s impossible,” the physician snorted, “I’m curious to see what tricks this surnamed Lu brat has up his sleeve.”

Director Qin

Seems like a serious case of rebellion.

Director Qin tentatively asked, “Why only scold Student Lu? What about the other student?”

“Their natures are different,” the physician pushed his glasses up, “as a doctor, one must be rigorous and respect life. He shouldn’t approach things with a casual attitude, even if it’s just a test.”

“This young lady’s primary role is a star, a guest. She’s giving face to others, adept at navigating the hidden rules of the workplace. Her emotional intelligence is high, quite popular in your entertainment circle, isn’t she?”

Director Qin nodded. “Yes, it’s been pleasant working with her.”

The physician nodded, then paused. “But she might not have realized that despite her efforts to keep her score at 60, she still ranked fourth.”

The top three consisted of two returned scholars from abroad and another was Wei Chengyun.

This time, only five people passed the written test.

Director Qin:

Darn it.

What does it mean to “efforts to keep her score at 60”?

He left with a headache.

Meanwhile, the interviews continued.

Si Fuqing also went in, but as a star guest, it was merely a formality.

“Your main job is being a star,” Dr. Chen smiled, “but your medical knowledge isn’t bad, at least from a theoretical perspective. Have you ever considered leaving the entertainment industry for medicine?”

Doctors generally fall into two categories: clinical and research.

“The Birth of an Employee” variety show favored clinical students.

“For now, I haven’t considered it, but being a star doesn’t hinder me from saving lives,” Si Fuqing replied.

The three teachers exchanged glances, a sense of regret in their eyes.

“Alright, thank you for your answer,” Dr. Chen smiled, “If you ever want to leave the industry, feel free to contact us. We can provide positions and information for further studies abroad.”

After Si Fuqing came out, Lu Xingheng went in.

He stayed for quite a while, and Si Fuqing heard him getting scolded.

Poor guy.

At noon, Si Fuqing had lunch at the hospital cafeteria.

Sang Yanqing approached her: “I heard Director Qin say you did quite well. Seems like you’ve toned down a bit. Nothing happened today, right?”

Si Fuqing pondered for a moment. “I was asked if I wanted to leave the industry. Does that count?”

Sang Yanqing:

My dear Mousses, what kind of idol have you all become fans of?

In the afternoon.

Ten interns, two celebrity guests, all waited in the office.

The three leading teachers were all chief physicians, with Dr. Qin Yusong being the strongest.

“Overall, your test scores surprised us,” Qin Yusong handed out the papers, “and not in a good way. In other words, they were quite disappointing.”

Si Fuqing and Ning Zhi, as celebrity guests, wouldn’t be competing for job offers, so the teachers didn’t disclose their scores.

The first was a returned scholar, 82 points.

Second was Wei Chengyun, 74 points.

Third was another returned scholar, 68 points.

Lu Xingheng ranked fourth with 60 points.

The rest didn’t pass, mostly scoring in the fifties.

Si Fuqing looked at these scores:

This is an calculation.

She should have aimed for ten points.

Lu Xingheng seemed surprised too.

He didn’t even give it his all and still ranked fourth?

“The interviews today were also disappointing. Students from Great Xia University are indeed something,” Qin Yusong said, without much emotion in her voice, “Studying hepatobiliary surgery? Your liver anatomy drawings are this terrible! Even elementary school students draw better than this! What have you been learning in school?”

“A neurosurgeon can’t even perform a very simple operation. With this level, who would trust you to perform surgeries?”

“You have a year and a half of clinical experience? Your theoretical knowledge is lacking! What if you prescribe the wrong medication? Theory and practice go hand in hand. Do you think focusing on one side is enough?”

He didn’t name names, but the interns knew who he was referring to.

Chen Wenxin’s face turned red, lowering his head.

He never expected to be asked to draw a liver anatomy during the interview.

Bai Jinxi, having been in the workforce for a year and a half, already had some experience.

She could barely keep a smile, her complexion not looking good.

Isn’t this a variety show?

Why be so serious?

If they were all genuinely skilled, there would be no need to participate in a variety show for job offers.

As chief physicians, Qin Yusong’s criticism seemed excessively harsh.

Looking at her own score of 48, her face flushed red.

“Come on, tell me, would patients and their families trust you to enter the operating room? Do you trust yourself? Speak up!” Qin Yusong slammed the table. “Tell me, speak up!”

Training a doctor was incredibly difficult.

Undergraduate studies were five years, followed by three years of graduate studies, then three more years for a Ph.D. That was already eleven years.

Once in the hospital, from being a resident to becoming a chief physician, it took at least fifteen years.

Caution was warranted.

The office fell silent, interns lowering their heads down.

Lu Xingheng, however, seemed interested.

Being scolded like this was too familiar.

He had been scolded like this before, even feeling that this scolding was too lenient.

Indeed.

A single mistake could lead to life-threatening consequences.

Today’s scolding made him realize he needed to take it seriously.

Si Fuqing also listened attentively. After all, she had gone through similar experiences.

No one starts off knowing everything.

She studied medicine under the Master of Ghost Valley for three years.

But three years in reality was like three hundred years in the holographic game.

At the beginning, she couldn’t even distinguish between Xuanzhu Grass and Heartbreak Grass. The Master of Ghost Valley punished her by having to identify ten thousand Heartbreak Grasses.

Heartbreak Grass was highly toxic, and her limbs were numb by the end. She fainted in the wilderness for a day and a night, during which the Master of Ghost Valley didn’t intervene.

After experiencing life and death, Si Fuqing never confused those two herbs again.

Because she knew that if she did, it would cost a life.

“Alright, the written test and interviews are over. Next is a week-long practical training,” Qin Yusong continued, “Those who fail the internship will be eliminated. This is a workplace, not a greenhouse. Don’t think you can just breeze through.”

At this moment, Wu Wanying raised her hand. “Teacher, I think since we’re all participating in this show, we should all be treated equally. Although the celebrity guests are different from us, they’ve also undergone three days of training. I believe they should be judged the same way as us. I want to know how they scored after three days of training.”

She sat beside Ning Zhi and saw Ning Zhi’s score.

18 points.

Very low indeed.

Ning Zhi’s family practices medicine, so she understands some basic principles.

But Si Fuqing doesn’t, so how could she score high?

Why scold only them?

Upon hearing her question, Qin Yusong looked up, casting a glance at her.

Wu Wanying felt nervous, but she didn’t back down.

Bai Jinxi also chimed in, “Teacher, we’re curious too.”

“Want a public execution, do you? Fine.” Qin Yusong took Si Fuqing’s paper and slammed it on the table. “Here, explain to me why a celebrity’s test score is higher than yours?”