Although there was a guess in her heart, Duanmu Yawang reached out to cut Xiaoling's pulse for the sake of accuracy. She lightly probed his pulse with her fingertips, her eyes rolled, and she withdrew her hand.

Xiaoling seemed to be a little curious about her. From the time she came to her, her eyes were darkly squinted, and when she saw her withdraw her hand, she thought she would just like other people's probing.

A ridiculous dim light flashed under his eyes, and he was about to turn around to let another student explore the pulse. Duanmu Yawang gently raised his head and said: "Raise your head."

As soon as Duanmu Yawang said this, Hall Master Fan squinted.

Xiaoling, who was about to lift away, was also taken aback, but then he curled his eyebrows, and Yiyan raised his head and raised his head.

Duanmu Yawang let go of the pulse-cutting hand, stood up slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed it gently on the side of his neck, Xiaoling's pupil shrank, and took a light breath, his face instantly turned white.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they were all surprised: "What's wrong? Duanmu Yawang touched him lightly, why is it so painful?"

Someone secretly guessed: "Is it right? This is where his illness lies?"

"It's possible."

Everyone discussed it secretly, and some people finished the discussion, remembering that although they had already probed Xiaoling's pulse, they couldn't write anything, and now they can finally have something to ridicule.

They thought that Duanmu Yawang had finished the diagnosis and treatment, and was about to write, but they saw Duanmu Yawang staring at Xiaoling’s neck carefully for a while, then pressed the hand on Xiaoling’s neck and gently moved it down, finally in the position of his lungs. One heavy press!

"Um!"

Xiaoling gritted his teeth and cried out, and the cold sweat came out of his forehead in an instant.

Duanmu Ya looked at it and subconsciously said, "You turn around."

Elder Fan, the master of the bamboo hall, twitched his eyes and looked straight at Duanmu Yawang.

Duanmu Yawang remembered something, sat back, and said to Xiaoling lightly: "No, I'm all right, you can continue."

Xiaoling glanced down at her, adjusted her expression, and then moved forward to let the next student treat him.

The next students, because of the demonstration of Duanmu Yawang, were drawing gourds one by one, pressing their throats and lungs.

They didn't know how to control their strength, and they didn't really understand. They pressed them randomly, and after several times, Xiaoling's expression was so ugly, even Hall Master Zhu and Elder Fan didn't look good.

For this, Duanmu Yawang had already guessed that this would happen, because in her opinion Zang Yuege was not doing well this time. Although the human body diagnosis and treatment of all students should be the same for fairness, they should also be separated by screens so that they can be unique.

Now that the diagnosis is in full view, someone will definitely get something for nothing.

Because she had already anticipated something, she didn't bother to care about it. After Xiaoling had left, she began to write and began to write the diagnosis results and the diagnosis prescription seriously.

It didn't take long for her to fill up two pieces of paper, one for the diagnosis and the other for the prescription.

After she finished writing, she saw that she could not leave here immediately, so she cleaned up the desk, and then she put her hands on her face listlessly, yawned, and muttered softly, "I've been starving to death after a long time of this test."

It has been two or three hours for this assessment, and it has already passed the lunch time at noon. She is panicked and a little sleepy now, and she is drowsy.

In the whole class, she was probably the only one who was in the mood to eat and sleep. Although the others were drawing gourds, they were incapable of writing some words on the paper nonsense. They looked at Duanmu Ya with envy and hatred at the table. The well-written paper does not wait for the two pieces of paper to be their own.

Two quarters of an hour later, when she was about to fall asleep, Mo Yue heard Hall Master Zhu say: "Okay, the fifth-level assessment is officially over, everyone can leave now."

Duanmu Yawang then opened his eyes.

"As for the results of this assessment, we can't come out immediately for the time being." Elder Fan said: "After the results come out, we will personally send someone to notify them."

After speaking, Zang Yuege and the crowd wanted to leave the class.

"Hall Master Bamboo, please stay." Duanmu Yawang faintly called the Hall Master Bamboo, and asked: "Hall Master Bamboo, our competition, I don't know when will it start?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone thought of this.

Duanmu Yawang and Zhu Hall Master are going to compete.

Hall Master Bamboo had promised to compete with Duanmu Yawang before.

Of course he can’t go back. It’s just that Duanmu Yawang repeatedly tried to provoke him and made him very shameless. His face was very ugly and said: "Miss Duanmu, this time I came to the imperial city for public affairs and not for personal reasons. , I’m afraid I won’t have to wait until I’m free.”

What a shameless one for the public or not for private!

The people here don't know, but she knows Duanmu Yawang clearly that Zang Yuege didn't send him Hall Master Bamboo at all when she came to the imperial city to accept disciples!

He came because Zhu Jinyu was burned by real fire!

Duanmu Yawang sneered, and said, "I understand that Hall Master Zhu has a lot of things, but can you give me an exact time?"

Hall Master Bamboo replied proudly: "I can't give you the exact time for the time being. I don't know when I will be free when there are too many things."

"Really?" Duanmu Yawang shrugged and sneered nonchalantly: "Palace Master Zhao has so many excuses, so you just say that you don't want to compare, and you don't dare to compare."

After that, she didn't bother to care whether Zang Yuege's people left or not. She stood up first and said to Bai Xi who was stunned: "I'm almost starving to death. Let's go. I'll take you to a big meal."

"Oh."

Bai Xici kept up.

"Stop!" Hall Master Bamboo drank her: "Who wouldn't you dare to compare?"

Duanmu Ya glanced at him coolly, "Hall Master Bamboo, don't talk so much nonsense. If you have the courage, just say a few moments. There are a lot of excuses for Haw, which is really despising!"

When everyone heard it, they took a breath, and felt that Duanmu Yawang was too indifferent and self-righteous.

Hall Master Zhu was even more pale with anger, and said coldly: "I don't have much time in the imperial city. Before I leave, I will spare some time to try with you. I will let you know when the time is fixed."

"Okay, it's settled."

Duanmu Yawang didn't bother to talk to him too much, turned around and left.

"Miss Duanmu." After Duanmu Yawang and Bai Xici left the class and after walking away, Tao Ling caught up with her and said, "Sorry, I'm not thinking about it carefully, making you suspect."

Duanmu ya paused and looked sideways at Tao Ling's gorgeous face: "This matter has nothing to do with you. It is my grievance with Zhu Jinyu first. Even if you didn't talk to me today, Hall Master Zhu will find another interface. To deal with me, you are actually involved."