The Young Matriarch

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1022 Bai Chuwei: Why do you think? Imposter

Eight thousand eight, is it worth it?

Yes, it’s worth crying over, worth exploding over!

The Immortal Teacher never scams kids out of their money, get it?

This is beyond a fair price, it’s practically charity.

Which of these diagnosed patients doesn’t have an illness that could bankrupt a family? Just curing cancer can cost you a house, leaving you with nothing.

But here? Just a few thousand bucks, just entering is enough.

Duan Xueqin was anxious. That rural college student named Zhang Jun, who sat next to her, already returned crying with his medical report, face ashen, and now Liu Qi is taking him to the sterile room for shots.

Why is no one paying attention to her?

Those few top students walked past her, without even stopping.

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Duan Xueqin was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead.

The top students were helpless, even if they suddenly had a burst of inspiration, studying day and night, dreaming about the Immortal Teacher’s lectures, the Thirteen Needles of the Spiritual Path were still too complex for them to master thoroughly. So even if they could see that Duan Xueqin had a problem, they had to give up.

Leave it to the Immortal Teacher. The Immortal Teacher said that anything they’re unsure about can be left to her; she is their backbone.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from the audience, "Wow, Liu Qi has overtaken them! The Immortal Teacher is going to win again in the second round!"

Liu Qi from the Red Team’s four top students was the first to overtake the Blue Team in points, followed closely by the others with short hair, the girl, and the one with glasses—all overtaking too.

Bai Chuwei was slowly eating the sugar tangerines bought by the staff, very calmly.

What’s there to be surprised about?

No matter how good the Spiritual Medicine is, if you don’t know the ingredients or can’t make it yourself, you’ll always be under someone’s control.

Teach a man to fish instead of giving him fish.

The ancestors understood this well.

Spiritual Medicine is great, it can instantly cure terminal illnesses, but how many people can afford it?

This kind of medicine can’t be mass-produced in the ordinary world.

So inevitably, only the rich can afford it.

Ordinary people? They can only wait to die.

But the Thirteen Needles of the Spiritual Path that she created are different. She can teach it to all medical students in China, so those patients once despairing due to those terminal illnesses can all receive treatment and get better.

No matter how much of an Immortal Bai Chuwei is, she can’t save the millions of patients across China.

But when all the doctors in China are united, they can save countless lives on the brink of death.

This truth was understood by everyone when the Blue Team’s four top students helplessly stopped, standing to the side and watching Liu Qi and the others overtake them in points.

Even though getting pricked is painful, at least you can queue to get pricked. But not everyone can afford the medicine.

Medical experts couldn’t hold back, excitedly saying, "I think Bai Chuwei has now won the competition..."

Li Yuyu was furious, sneering, "Isn’t it too early to declare victory now? The first round of medical exams hasn’t even come out. The old dean’s recovery is definitely better than Mr. Li’s, it’s a tie one to one! Best of three, there should be a third round!"

She absolutely cannot accept her Immortal-like master losing, especially losing to a low-tier counterfeit.

Director Wang’s face turned green, having no words to express his frustration.

Bai Chuwei gently lifted her eyes, supporting her face with a deep smile, "Actually, ’Super Brain Scholar’ didn’t prepare a third round plan for this episode."

Everyone was shocked, no plan for a third round?

Bai Chuwei so confident of winning two rounds straight? Definitely able to beat the Holy Medicine Sect?

Li Yuyu blurted out, "Why?"

Bai Chuwei smiled radiantly at Bai Wuyou, who looked like he was on pins and needles, and asked one word at a time, "Why do you think, imposter?"