The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 468 - 387

That night, Rong Zhi’s video answering questions was sent to several Level 1 Doctors, including Demmi. A few esteemed doctors gathered together to carefully study her video, and their eyes similarly sparkled with surprise.

"Who is this candidate? I want her information!"

"My goodness, she can even solve this kind of question, and this one... Is she a disciple of any predecessor?"

Demmi, well aware of Rong Zhi’s situation, lightly coughed and, relying on his relationship with Rong Zhi, smiled playfully and said, "She’s not any predecessor’s disciple; she’s the lady of the family that employs me."

"Lady?" The eldest Level 1 Doctor there exclaimed in surprise, "Is she the same Miss Ying who used to help you revise your paper?"

Demmi nodded emphatically, "Yes!"

The Level 1 Doctor was so shocked that his mouth gaped open, and he was speechless for a while before suddenly coming to his senses, "I initially thought you were deceiving me; I never expected her to be so young!"

The others had similar reactions, and Demmi shook his head with considerable emotion, recalling how he also had such thoughts back then, only to be debunked by the girl right there, the slap echoing, leaving him feeling ashamed even now.

After getting the news about Rong Zhi, this group of doctors started researching her video.

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Second day, written exam.

The Medical Alliance’s assessment lasts for three days, with the interview followed by a closed-book exam, and the third day featuring a practical surgery test.

After an unexpected windfall from Rong Zhi yesterday, today everyone was energized, determined to showcase their abilities in the written exam and surpass her.

The entire third floor of the Medical Alliance is a tiered classroom, capable of accommodating nearly a hundred people, with ample lighting and a slow-paced electronic clock at the top.

Among the invigilators was one who had interviewed Rong Zhi yesterday, whose attitude towards her was remarkably more amiable compared to others when distributing the test papers.

The nearby doctors nearly clenched their teeth in envy yet couldn’t help but subtly lean closer to her, trying to catch the brilliance of this academic wizard.

Rong Zhi only brought a single gel pen with her. As soon as the bell rang, she uncapped the pen and started answering.

In the entire tiered classroom, only the rustling sound of the pen nib brushing against the paper was left.

In the quiet atmosphere, people tend to unconsciously ignore their surroundings.

At first, Ren Caiyun felt a bit resentful upon seeing Rong Zhi, but once the test papers were distributed, she had no time to think about anything else and earnestly began answering the questions, though she was having difficulty with several major questions at the end that were evidently different in depth from those at the front.

Her capabilities were good, but she could only say that the Medical Alliance’s questions were too difficult, comprising various rare diseases worldwide. Even national academicians would have to ponder over them before reaching a conclusion.

While everyone was still diligently writing, someone slowly raised their hand, applying to submit the paper early.

The invigilator was momentarily stunned, walked to her side, lowered his voice to avoid disturbing others, and asked, "Are you sure you want to submit early?"

The Alliance assessment does not prohibit early submissions, but previous medical candidates often wished for more time to write; it was his first encounter with someone submitting early.

The girl calmly closed the pen cap, lightly lifted her slender eyelashes, and looked at him with little emotion, nodding, "Yes."

The invigilator was taken aback momentarily at those misty eyes, then unfolded her paper to take a look; it was all filled out with nothing missing. He briefly checked twice to ensure there was no issue and collected the test paper, "That’s fine."

Rong Zhi: "Thank you."

She put the pen into her bag and got up to leave.

The slight movement still drew the attention of others.

Ren Caiyun involuntarily tightened her grip on the pen, her face momentarily contorted.

Everyone was writing, yet she insisted on doing something different.

Taking a deep breath, she looked down at her test paper again, only to find her thoughts disrupted, making those questions even harder.

Forcing herself to calm down, Ren Caiyun frowned and continued to answer with difficulty.